Breaking Benjamin: U feel me

[Fat Joe]Dear mama, I'm writin' you this letter from the kitchenSeems to hard, times your the only one who listensAfter the action, tone's still listenAnd you know how sometimes it gets lonely in prisonNot behind bars, but between my inner selfCan't trust these streets, fiends'll kill you for your wealthIt seems like the game done changed, niggas ain't loyal no moreBest friends act strangeDid the best I could, fed the hoodWent to school, showed the youth to perfect their booksWhen my niggas got locked, up to comissary stockVisit every jail from Marcy to ComstockNow niggas wanna plot like they movin' somethin'Must wanna get shot, you ain't provin' nothin'Uhn, must of forgot all the dudes I put inIf we only had a chance to review the footageYou would see I'm not a nice guy after allAnd I fight much better when my back's to the wallI clap at your door, put your backs on the floorWanna war with the Don? It' the wrath that you want![Chorus: Havoc]Yo, if you feel me then feel meIf you gonna kill me then kill meBut I gotta let ya'll niggas knowThat I roll with that steelYou can call me paranoidBut a nigga on pointAnd I'm thinkin' somethin' fishyIf you up in my grill[Remi Martin]You wanna know what my life's like, bitch?Mine's is real, chicks talk about itI been bustin' nines for realToo many times I had to stand up on the line for mealsToo many nights I done seen niggas die for realI'm striving still, everybody lies and stealsIt's seems like it's gotten worse since I signed my dealAsk anyone who knows me, I don't give a fuckThat's my mottoThese motherfuckers is actin' like I just hit the lottoAnd now everytime I see you, "Remi where that weed at?""Wasn't you just pregnant, bitch, where the fuckin' seed at?"Can I hold? Let me borrow, come on, I don't need thatI can recall days when Remi didn't have a place to sleep atWhere was you back when I was sellin' cracks andBarely fuckin' eatin', nigga, where was your ass then?Now I'm in the cut with a blunt, nigga, laughin'A Benz coup, a condo, and a check I'm steady cashin'Told ya'll niggas that I spaz over reflexNow you niggas can't pass through the PJsFuck ya'll bitches, I don't love ya'll bitchesCause if it comes down to it, I'll slug ya'll bitches[Chorus][Havoc]Am I holdin' it down? Afraid so, youngunNot for nothin', niggas frontin'When they claimin' you thuggin'Raw cut him, dunn, he went against the grainSo fuck him, and it's realHe ended up with the doctors pluggin himThese streets raised me, and made me coldWhen there's drama like a ducthy I come ready to rollHad a passion for Henney, now I'm thuggin with RemiAnd Joe, give these motherfuckers somethin' to +envy+It's sad, fuckin' ?? keep the heat on the dashIt's simple, math, front get one in the assAnd you laughin', your whereabouts police be askin'It baffles, cause you know these fingerprints ain't matchin'Get at you, and dogg, it was about bound to happenSleep, fuck around, get your shit pushed +Deep+Bang this, where the Bloods and Crips?Cause you know I'm only reppin' for that gangsta shit, get up[Chorus] - repeat 2X