[Intro: Fredro Starr]
Just to let you know: this is recorded 9/11/2001
The day the World Trade Center blows up
Shit is real, son
Shit hit home, kid, word up
Uh, yeah, hope you can feel this, come on
[Chorus]
Hope you can feel me (Hope you can feel me)
So much pain insi-si-ide (So much pain)
Hope you can hear me (All ghetto [?])
I'm cryin' through my hea-hea-heart
[Verse 1: Fredro Starr]
When I first heard the track, it made me cry
Brought tears to my eyes and I don't even know why
My life ain't nothing, but anger and pain
But tattoos on the back of my arm should explain
Blood, sweat and tears, ten years in the game
So many times all alone with the gat to my brain
It's "Me Against the World", nigga, I feel the same
I'm "Ready to Die" too, B.I.G., I feel the same
I'm America's nightmare—young, black and rich
Man, I'm paranoid—make me wanna clap my bitch
A hundred miles an hour, wanna rap my whip
Asking God, "Shit, where we going after this?"
I'ma thug, a thug 'til heart be stop
'Til they pick me off the street nigga, murdered a shot
My wars, my words, the only thing that I got
And I live by the gun and I die by the Glock
Sixteen shots, fuck that I'm takin' 'em all
I'd rather die on my feet, then live and crawl
My gun got powers like the 48 Lords
The ghetto superstar die—see my face on the wall
And don't forget me
Just to let you know: this is recorded 9/11/2001
The day the World Trade Center blows up
Shit is real, son
Shit hit home, kid, word up
Uh, yeah, hope you can feel this, come on
[Chorus]
Hope you can feel me (Hope you can feel me)
So much pain insi-si-ide (So much pain)
Hope you can hear me (All ghetto [?])
I'm cryin' through my hea-hea-heart
[Verse 1: Fredro Starr]
When I first heard the track, it made me cry
Brought tears to my eyes and I don't even know why
My life ain't nothing, but anger and pain
But tattoos on the back of my arm should explain
Blood, sweat and tears, ten years in the game
So many times all alone with the gat to my brain
It's "Me Against the World", nigga, I feel the same
I'm "Ready to Die" too, B.I.G., I feel the same
I'm America's nightmare—young, black and rich
Man, I'm paranoid—make me wanna clap my bitch
A hundred miles an hour, wanna rap my whip
Asking God, "Shit, where we going after this?"
I'ma thug, a thug 'til heart be stop
'Til they pick me off the street nigga, murdered a shot
My wars, my words, the only thing that I got
And I live by the gun and I die by the Glock
Sixteen shots, fuck that I'm takin' 'em all
I'd rather die on my feet, then live and crawl
My gun got powers like the 48 Lords
The ghetto superstar die—see my face on the wall
And don't forget me
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