WC, the MAAD Circle - Feel Me lyrics

(I wanna know do you feel it
Let me know do you feel it
Do you feel it) --] Ohio Players

Make ya feel me
I'm with this right here
Hey yo Toones, turn my headphones up
Turn em up nigga
I can't hear shit
Fuck them muthafuckas
Fuck that nigga
I'm in this muthafucka
Yeah nigga, right here
Freeze, nobody move, hands up
This ain't no muthafuckin game
Niggas is gettin stuck
So uhm
(uhm) get yo ass ready for
The big beat bangin
(What?) dick danglin, pants saggin
Rank slangin while Toones spin the records
Going back, back, forth and back
It's that local janky-ass
Junkyard funk kickin
Purse-snatchin car-jackin Ripple-sippin
187, with the world I got beef
And I don't wanna hear no talk about peace
Cause I been lied to, cheated
Dissed and mistreated
A victim of a sodomy to this record industry
So now it's on to the fullest
So get the bullets
Cause that's the only way y'all gon'
Stop me when I do this
Like ping, ba ba bam, straight to your jaw
Fuck seein me
In '95 I'mma make sure you cowards feel me

(I wanna know do you feel it
Let me know do you feel it
Do you feel it)

(Fo' hoppin, ass droppin) --] Ice Cube

(I wanna know do you feel it
Let me know do you feel it
Do you feel it)
(Fo' hoppin, ass droppin)

Feel me
Feel me while I dip through your hood
Just mobbin and squabbin cause we
Up to no good
(No good) I got a MAAD-ass
Circle full of gees
Rollin treys and fo's and El Caminos on D's
With the amps
Bendin the corner as I floss
All my Zeniths slide across
Lookin for my competition, if any
I'm burnin rappers like mama burned Penny
But this ain't Good Times
It's nothin but hard times
And where I'm from
We kick nothin but rough rhymes
The M-A-A-D C-i-r-c-l-e
Slingshot khakis and a pair of wallabees
Three braids in my beard represents the year
Of another LP for those chose to sleep
Best to wake up, recognize, I
Comes with the real
Dub C
Doin dirt to make sure
You muthafuckas feel me

Last verse
Now how should I come with the wickedness?
Now I got you noddin to my bassline riff
Goin bump-bump-bump, the guitar strums
As I beat you down with the drums
The lyrical night stalker, still payin dues
And this year I'm servin many
And anything that moves
So which one of y'all wanna run up
And be the first to get your whole dome
Fool, I'm makin noise like a
Glock on your block
When I drop
Ever since I popped it don't stop
And even if I stut-stu
Tu-stuttered over the beat
I still can catch wreck
So don't try to compete
Amateurs best to play the back
Or fuck around and get that ass
Rocked and rolled up like Anthrax
This ain't no joke dudes
I pray for my enemy
(I pray for em) Lord have
Mercy when they feel me


(adlibs)

(DJ Crazy Toones scratches)