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Chris And Cosey - Feel Like I Been Here lyrics
[Verse 1]
 In the brightest of days, I can find the night
 If I just close my eyes and I squeeze 'em tight
 Second time in this life, see familiar territory
 The hustle is my appetite the cash is my glory
 I'm darker than midnight, I'm bright as in noon
 Searchin for my melodies, follow the moon
 Every city and town, that I run up in my travels
 My game is like a earthquake, agitates the gravel
 I put it down in Michigan, set it up sweet
 Niggas used to call me second none Pete
 I'm hard at the feet, I start the cream like scatter brave
 Down in Cleveland, doin my thing they call me Don King
 I came to New York, out of West VA.
 They call me Shorty Locin, I'm deadly and I don't play
 Like Willy Watson I fucked 'em and I knocked 'em
 Straight askin bitches wasup, like Jesse Cook
 Uh huh, in Alabama runnin Moonshine
 I'm rap killer, you wouldn't find a iller hundred dollar biller
 I'm number one in Augusta, like J.C.
 Like little Herman from Pittsburgh you pay me
 Like Zack Thomas and Frank Molten
 I be the young nigga half the death, leave his ass floatin
 Like Bumpy Johnson and beautiful rain
 Without the street life I'd rather be dead, I swear I been here
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 Feel Like I Been There
 I seen murder scenes, drugs I been here before
 Send my blood to keep it raw, stay hardcore, c'mon, yeah
 Feel Like I Been Here
 I bust guns, push nines, and snuffed out lives
 >From the south to the city only tryin to survive
 Bigger than nine to five, I been here beforeChris And Cosey - Feel Like I Been Here - http://motolyrics.com/chris-and-cosey/feel-like-i-been-here-lyrics.html
 Bold and ready to die, I been here before
 Cocked and ready to spit, I been here before
 Names you shouldn't forget, they been here before, uh
 [Verse 2]
 I studied science, social studies, and math
 At the school of hard knocks, if you follow the path
 Aint nothin funny here son, so if you wanna laugh
 Harlem World's red illin, I put three in your ass
 Cuz it's more about this money even more than that
 I'm tryin to spread it through my own hood, givin it back
 Like Munky Jackson, I be back son
 Cats are blast, screamin my mac, it's black son
 Shit I keep it real nigga
 I'm cold-blooded when I iceberg
 Spittin game off my lips every word like none you never heard
 Like little Willie from B-More
 Uptown, Saturday night, little C-More
 Ill like the Infamous I scare to death
 Had them niggas up in Buffalo, holdin they breath
 Malcolm X Boulevard pushin that P
 Hoes callin me ferrels, and they smilin at me
 That's what they wanna see, they call me ribbons up in Louisville
 Gator wing tips, 44, two spare clips
 In Chocolate City I was Catfish
 Any nigga ever disrespect me, he get his head split
 Like Reverend Mills and from Chi-Town
 Can't nobody ever ever deny, how I laid it down
 These mini games like souvenirs
 Man I swear to everything that I am I know I been here
 Uh huh, c'mon
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