Feel Like I Been Here Lyrics
| Song | Feel Like I Been Here |
| Artist | Freddie Foxxx |
| Album | Industry Shakedown |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Foxxx | |
| 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 | |
| HOOK: | |
| 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 before | |
| 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 | |
| HOOK |
| zuo qu : Foxxx | |
| 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 | |
| HOOK: | |
| 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 before | |
| 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 coldblooded when I iceberg | |
| Spittin game off my lips every word like none you never heard | |
| Like little Willie from BMore | |
| Uptown, Saturday night, little CMore | |
| 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 ChiTown | |
| 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 | |
| HOOK |
| zuò qǔ : Foxxx | |
| 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 | |
| HOOK: | |
| 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 before | |
| 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 coldblooded when I iceberg | |
| Spittin game off my lips every word like none you never heard | |
| Like little Willie from BMore | |
| Uptown, Saturday night, little CMore | |
| 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 ChiTown | |
| 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 | |
| HOOK |
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