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It is no 1999...
And I in a world of one track minds...
the industry feeds us fashion design...
That creates mcs that rhyme...
For ten years I to make my move...
Now we'll see win, and who'll lose...
And if I had to my word...
Say this'll be the realest shit you ever heard...
I watching, from afar...
I know where you live, I who you are...
Redemption is my scar...
And so my heart bleeds dark, tar...
So I treat my friends like they'll be enemies tomorrow...
So they die, I'll have no sorrow...
remember those you decide to cross...
'cause if your door gets on you get knocked off

Who's six foot bald nigga from new york
the gangsta walk, the gangsta talk
Thrillin to 'em and kill 'em
I'm wildin', I'm
I don't give a fuck about you, and my feelin
I'm in a new house nigga chillin
With shoeboxes of hundred dollar nigga spillin
Trainin the baddest bitch, her the drillin
you hangin in the tunnel know you pussy ice grillin
Man bein a must really be fufillin
'cause alotta niggas happy bein soft chillin
Scenario, gun in mouth run the platinum watch with the cuban link
and the matching necklace
And I'm too v vs glowin in your ear
New gun, new jewels, new album new
Niggas they bigger than the game
I got news for you *willy*, take it back to philly
So you can your roots, fuck braggin on your loot
you ain't that hard
And a nigga spend no money layin in the graveyard
Omigod, it shocks you
This can't be the same motherfucker foxxx who
I really his lyrics, I love all his rhymes
I thought that we was cool, you think hard to find
I rip in dark alleys
As a kid got knowledge from the at the rally
I slip on the game like
And show ten hoes how to it up, get money, new york to cali
a nigga tried to play me like a sally
So I him in his new denali and drove him to the valley
I him out the car and let him scally
Fuck that nigga, tryin to play me he bigger
In japan I'm worth ten
American, the door and let derek in
I break my silence, ten years of supressing my violence
You was my man I gave you
Every time I up and get you in the benz again
We can be friends again
You brought me when you took my right hand off for seven long years
Now back and corrupt
new gs 400s, new jags, and new trucks
You should see the bad bitches he fuck
your girl look skinny like a smoked out daffy duck
Niggas are real this n b high
You ain't got no balls and won't die
I'm a certified killer, with in the game*
Burn marks on my hands from the glocks the flame
Bumpy is my rap name, when I write I hydroplane
And about my nigga kane
Alotta motherfuckers'll be dead
You fuckin with my money is like fuckin with my
Tryin to take my buttered
Niggas ain't shit, so I'm down with you
Any realness, you ready feel this
I don't nothing, nothing at all
So mr. rifkind, expect my call
Niggas owe me for my rhymes, I come to
Over fifteen dollars, I'll your fuckin neck
And don't pay me in no fuckin
If you want me to teach the meaning of disrespect
When I'm finished in this game, I'll be in my yard
Not at the radio station, for a job
Too many niggas me spittin on a record
To be and homeless, and outside naked
I the real grimy masses
Of thugged out gun slinging criminal
That shoot up your party and at mine
'cause they I got love for real niggas, nine to nine there's the mind
Just remember why you frontin like you more that 24 hrs
In 24 hrs be dead
You'll be