2 Pac - Catchin' Feelin's (feat. Napolean) Lyrics
HahahaOh yeahMy home boys might squabble but we don't fall down (never)HahahaYeahHuhMy home boys might squabble but we don't fall downUghYeahMy home boys might squabble but we don't fall down (hey)(Westside, westside)Part two of the warBring it, lets do itHuhuhuh[Verse 1: Tupac]Cross this nigga hereNow Biggie tell me who do you fear?Ain't a living soul breathing shall pump no fear hereMy last four flashed then I mashed his ass, bastard***** with me bet I blast your assSo many follow but can't reach meCaught in a mazeCatch em, mimicking my style trying to walk this wayImpossible my posse dropping you, we Death Row ridersNo need to beg mother*****er ain't no mercy inside usFeeling blessed, the richer I get the more I stressSmoking lye watching time fly, waiting for deathDear God I been feeling like I'm close to JesusParanoid with my pistols close, smoking treesKeep my eyes on my foes, those close to meWatching niggas catch strays, shake, choke and bleedMe, a mercenary for the streetsCheck my pedigreeBusting mother*****ers it's the thug in meNow niggas talk a lotta Bad Boy shit then get to squealing***** made catching feelingHahaha[Chorus] X2Outlaw niggas are you ready to clownMy homeboys might squabble but we don't fall downScreaming bye bye *****esUntouchable soundNiggas hide like hoes when we hit your townCatching Feelings[Verse 2: Napolean]Yeah, Napolean.Picture me sipping on 1-5-1Drunk then a mother*****erDropping my gunOr as high as a kite hitting hoes for funBut that ainc12