Four flashes in the dark
Three shots hit the mark
Two kids gotta get away

One man dead in the alley-way
Burn out doing eighty in the Cadillac
Cold sweat, throat dryer than a camels back

Adrenaline kickin in ain't sayin' much
Turned his head to his homie and he gotta ask


Chorus:
Tell me do you feel it
You feel the rush

Yeah i feel it its not enough x4

Four grams of that white %#@!

Three nigguhs just tryna get right quick
Two one dollar bills rolled too tight
One of them wanna know what it feel like

Set it up on the table told him that's yours
Closed the blinds and locked both back doors
Snort the line now there aint no turnin back

Cant explain what hes feelin so he gotta ask

Chorus:

Tell me do you feel it
You feel the rush
Yeah i feel it its not enough x4


Right now i'm my own celebrity
But i swear the whole world gon' remember me

Right now i'm my own celebrity
But i swear the whole world gon' remember me..