The Count

Hit ‘em with that penicillin, make ‘em feel it
(Make ‘em feel it)

1, never let a nigga see ya sweat
‘Cause all they wanna do is see a real bitch stress
2, make sure when you walking, breaking necks
Show ‘em how to move when you walking with ya set
3, curve a nigga, leave him in a wreck
You playing chess, not checkers, hit ‘em with a check
4, make a nigga give you a respect
Better kick him to the left if he running with the next
5, let that nigga try to make it work
Now he wanna nag, he tell that oussy lift the skirt
6, now you living large
Whipping out the Porsche with the four door garage
Rolling like the mob, changing yo facade
7, quick to smack a bitch with a Mac-11
Always been the wavy living loopy Makaveli
Catch ya mans in the corner hating, acting jealous
8, told ya mama now you chilling with the felons
Ride or die, do it dirty, talking like the fellas
9, now you pretty clever, light like a feather
Shots pop off, hoping that don’t mess ya sweater up
Run down queen, make that hoe come out her leather
10, I bet they never wanna see Miitch again

Now you’re nobody till somebody kills you
And you ain’t popping off if nobody feels you
And we give ‘em no options, they in the rearview
You be talking all that ra-ra, we know the real you
Now you’re nobody till somebody kills you
And you ain’t popping off if nobody feels you
And we give ‘em no options, they in the rearview
You be talking all that ra-ra, we know the real you