Tom: C minor
Verse 1
Am
G
Ha ha, ha ha
Am
G
What? '96 and forever
Rok- a- blok, Roc- A- Fella
Verse 2
Am
I'm feelin' it (yeah, keep
it realer than most)
Fill the glass to the top with Moet
Feel the Lex pushing up on the set
(Brooklyn)
I'm feelin' it
Am
Feel the high that you get from the lye
If you feel it raise your L in the sky
Verse 3
Am
I keep it realer than most I know
you're feeling it
G
Cristal's on ice, I like to toast,
I keep on spilling it
Am
Bone crushers I keep real close,
I got the skill for this
G
On my back the flyest clothes,
looking ill as shit
Am
Transactions illegitimate 'cause life is still a bitch,
and then you die
close your eyes and feel this dick
had nothing to live for like them lifers but
G
Making sure every nigga stay rich
We paid the price to circle us, success,
I'm 'bout to hit these niggas with some
Am
shit that'll light ya life up
If every nigga in your clique is rich,
your clique is rugged
G
Nobody will fall 'cause everyone
will be each others crutches
Am
I hope you fools choose to listen,
These are the rules I follow in my life,
Jiggy- jigga looking gully in the joint
G
If y'all niggas ain't talking 'bout large money,
what's the point?
Verse 4
Fill the glass to the top with Moet
Feel the Lex pushing up on the set
Feel the high that you get from
Feelin' it
If you feel it raise your L in the sky
Verse 5
Am
Even if it ain't sunny, hey,
I ain't complaining
G
I'm in the rain doing a buck 40, hydroplaning, what,
shorty?
Am
(Where you disappear to,
son?) Maintaining
G
Putting myself in a position most
of these rappers ain't in
Am
I'm living, the ill street blues got
you hunger painin'
G
Nothing to gain and a whole lot to lose,
you still singing, fool
Am
I'm thorough, in every borough,
my name be ringing
G
Warming it up for the perfect time to hit your brain,
and
Am
Ya feelin' it? To all the girls that bought
G
a girdle to conceal my bricks
No doubt, they can vouch
Am
my life is real as shit
G
'95 South and Papi on the Hill and shit
And all the towns like Cambridge
Am
that I killed with, shit
And all the thorough- ass
G
niggas that I hustle with
Throw your joints in the air one
Am
time and bust your shit
G
These fake rappers can't really know I'm loving it,
you feeling it?
Verse 6
Fill the glass to the top with Moet
Feel the Lex pushing up on the set
Feel the high that you get from the lye
If you feel it raise your L in the sky
Verse 7
G
Fill the glass to the top with Moet
Feelin' it
Feel the Lex pushing up
on the set
I'm feelin' it
Am
Feel the high that you get from the lye
If you feel it raise your
L in the sky
Verse 8
Am
What, y'all ain't heard
that nigga Jay hot?
The Cristals they keep
Am
I keep it tight for all the nights
my momma prayed I'd stop
G
Said she had dreams a sniper hit
me with a fatal shot
Those nightmares, ma,
Am
those dreams that you say you've got
G
Give me the chills but these mills,
well, they make me hot
Y'all don't feel me,
Am
enough to stop the illing right?
G
But at the same time these dimes
keep me feeling tight
I'm so confused,
Am
okay I'm getting weeded now
G
I know I contradicted myself,
look, I don't need that now
Am
It's just once in a blue when
there's nothing to do
G
And the tension gets too thick for my
sober mind to cut through
Am
I get to zoning, me and this chick on
G
the island and then we're boning
I free my mind sometimes
Take one more toke then I leave
It got me going, shit
Verse 9
Fill the glass to the top with Moet
Feel the Lex pushing up on the set
Feel the high that you get from
G
the lye
Feelin' it
If you feel it raise your L in the sky
Verse 10
G
Fill the glass to the top with Moet
Feelin' it
Feel the Lex pushing up on the set
Feel the high that you get from the lye
If you feel it raise your L in the sky
Verse 11
Am
I'm feelin' it fill the glass to the top with Moet,
Moet, Moet, Moet
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