Feel It In The Air

Текст песни Styles P., Jadakiss & Sheek Louch - Feel It In The Air

Feel It in the Air Lyrics[Hook]
I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air
I can hear it in your voice
I can feel it in the air

[Verse 1: Styles P]
Sort of like the wind blowing
Man get shot in the head, that's the end for him
Like Ghostface on the purple tapes
Everybody working late, trying to make the percolate
Like the kite on a breezy day
Did things the fast way to live life the easy way
But it don't sound right to me
So I gotta pray to God that he showed the light to me
That the cops going come soon
Real hot outside, somebody gonna pop soon
Somebody get locked up
Trying to get rich so them bricks getting chopped up
Like Segal in the cell, nigga
He can feel the evil right now, he up in hell, nigga
You saying go hard or go home
Shit, you the ghost, staying floating in ya own zone
[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Either you a felon or you dead or you telling
Or running behind a nappy headed bitch who be telling
I don't want to relax with the stars
I just want the finances to match with the bars
The drought is coming
The bullets went through his back and out his stomach
The world keeps turning, B
One in the box and one in the infirmary
They going always need cheebah
But dust juice is biting, I need me a three-liter
More money for me
Then I can really turn it up on them with 20's a C
Hating in the worst way
Shorties coming home, violating on they first day
Lighting the purple, tighten your circle
'Cause when the hating coming from home base, tt hurt you

[Verse 3: Sheek Louch]
I see them scheming, they think I'm dreaming
But I ain't sleep, I'm watching them, too
I get out the car to get a cigar
They think it's sweet 'cause I ain't with my crew
The hammers on me, but I don't want beef
I swear to God, I'm just passing through
I hear them talking about my chain
So If he go for it, what I'ma do?
Can you feel it, can you feel it
The time they gon' give me if this nigga try to steal it
They think I'm rich, they want my bitch
They want my car, they think I'ma star
Police is watching, they want me to clap
And kill this young boy and screw up my rap
I'm hearing Sigel inside my head
He telling me, "Chill, my eyes is red"
Damn