Blackstreet Intro/Can You Feel Me

Feel this Twelve cars, mansion, beautiful kids Fly life, my life Wanna be here to see it on TV Listen to my CD easily Dough flow, blow, do the show, all across the globe Lotta carats in my earlobe, chillin' 20 million Wanna jam with my ghetto's blackstreet heros Do they thing, whatcha got? New Jack swing, Teddy stay ready Deadly on the remix I'm the prefix and suffix, got enough chips Not enough hits though, don't get it twisted Over a hundred of mine listed, why? K-sick widdows and six zeroes in the blink of a eye In the game I'm ahead of, spread love, call my fleet When I break bread, we all'll eat That's how we play from Motown to VA T.R., mad PR, Cuban cigar, never illegal None of y'all equal, peek-a-boo, I see you Now I'll leave you with just a little sneak preview You know how we do, music for the people 1 - Got to give the people Give the people what they want Want ch'all to feel this Get near this, hear this It's the realist Gotta give what the people Give the people what they want Want cha'll to feel this Get near this, hear this It's the realist See Black, Markell, future sound cartel Soon as we dropped the stock fell Look, better hooks than Ali Give more nightmares than Rakim G-rock to whom I sell records, you don't Check my Steez, invest my g's, adjust that beats's Golddiggers wanna caress my cheek See me flow, battle free G, CEO yo That'll be me, why y'all hate to work I read every line of the paperwork That's my job, 'till it's all done Corn on the cob, MC's it ain't all fun You might flow to sick cuz it really quickest But you stay booked forever cuz you don't know the business Repeat 1 Repeat 1