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Tupac - Catching Feelins lyrics
Hahaha 
 Oh yeah 
 My home boys might squabble but we don't fall down (never) 
 Hahaha 
 Yeah 
 Huh 
 My home boys might squabble but we don't fall down 
 Ugh 
 Yeah 
 My home boys might squabble but we don't fall down (hey) 
 (Westside, westside) 
 Part two of the war 
 Bring it, lets do it 
 Huhuhuh 
[Verse 1: Tupac]
 Cross this nigga here 
 Now Biggie tell me who do you fear? 
 Ain't a living soul breathing shall pump no fear here 
 My last four flashed then I mashed his ass 
 Bastard 
 Fuck with me bet I blast your ass 
 So many follow but can't reach me 
 Caught in a maze 
 Catch em 
 Mimicking my style trying to walk this way 
 Impossible my posse dropping you 
 We Death Row riders 
 No need to beg motherfucker ain't no mercy inside us 
 Feeling blessed 
 The richer I get the more I stress 
 Smoking lye watching time fly, waiting for death 
 Dear God I been feeling like I'm close to Jesus 
 Paranoid with my pistols close, smoking trees 
 Keep my eyes on my foes, those close to me 
 Watching niggas catch strays, shake, choke and bleed 
 Me 
 A mercenary for the streets 
 Check my pedigree 
 Busting motherfuckers it's the thug in me 
 Now niggas talk a lotta Bad Boy shit 
 Then get to squealing 
 Bitch made catching feeling 
 Hahaha 
[Chorus X2]
 Outlaw niggas are you ready to clown 
 My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down 
 Screaming bye bye bitches 
 Untouchable sound 
 Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your town 
 Catching Feelings 
[Verse 2: Napolean]
 Yeah, Napolean.. 
 Picture me sipping on 1-5-1 
 Drunk then a motherfucker 
 Dropping my gun 
 Or as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun 
 But that ain't me 
 Dog my minds now clear 
 And that ain't fair dog 
 Your heart pump fear 
 In the state I *censored* 
 You better hide nigga *censored* is near 
 And you know just as well I do 
 You ain't no killer 
 So kill that 
 You wouldn't kill if you had to 
 We might wobble but we don't fall down 
 We take the gospel from Makaveli 
 Pass it around 
 Ahhhh, shit 
 We gonna taste the power 
 We started the thug trend 
 The game is ours 
 Now we coast together 
 Put our thoughts together 
 Won't question will we die together 
 Cause the hour is soon to come 
 Kadafi trained soldier 
 I show you how to use your gun 
 Bring it Tupac - Catching Feelins - http://motolyrics.com/tupac/catching-feelins-lyrics.html
[Chorus x2]
 Outlaw niggas are you ready to clown 
 My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down 
 Screaming bye bye bitches 
 Untouchable sound 
 Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your town 
 Catching Feelings 
[Verse 3]
 We Yelling 
 M - A - D - E 
 N - I - Double G 
 A 
 Motherfuckers 
 And we here to stay 
 From curb surfing 
 We working the industry 
 You kidding me 
 It's really nothing to me and my king 
 You see 
 We in the big things 
 Eat a dick man 
 If your hating 
 We gone ride 
 'Till the wheels fall off 
 Pay attention 
 Screaming 
 Bye bye bitches 
 Untouchable sound (ugh) 
 Ride or die niggas 
 And we hunting you down 
 Representing all the real niggas stuck in the trap 
 Banging out with the po po 
 Trying to get to some mo' 
 Street life 
 Young strugglers 
 Racing the clock 
 Ain't no telling when it all can end 
 Roll or rock 
 That's the world 
 With feelings 
 This a mans world youngin' 
 The bitches in business 
 So learn a 'lil something 
 Hey 
 Stop running your mouth 
 You're on the verge of squealing 
 Bitch made catching feelings 
 Nigga 
 Ugh 
[Chorus x2]
 Outlaw niggas are you ready to clown 
 My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down 
 Screaming bye bye bitches 
 Untouchable sound 
 Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your town 
 Catching Feelings 
[Verse 4]
 Everybody's a gangsta 
 But don't put in work 
 Instead of putting on the armor 
 Niggas put on a skirt 
 These drugs ain't helping 
 It only making it worse 
 And the streets ain't got nothing for me but herbs 
 I can't trust the church or the mobs 
 I can only trust God 
 And to tell you the truth I gotta ride 
 I only roll with the real 
 Cause rolling with the fake got my loved ones killed 
[Chorus x3]
 Outlaw niggas are you ready to clown 
 My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down 
 Screaming bye bye bitches 
 Untouchable sound 
 Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your town 
 Catching Feelings









