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

Who's six foot bald nigga from new york
With the gangsta walk, the 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 brand new house nigga
With shoeboxes of hundred bills nigga spillin
Trainin the baddest bitch, her the drillin
While you hangin in the tunnel know you pussy ice
Man bein a must really be fufillin
alotta niggas happy bein soft just chillin
Scenario, gun in your run the platinum watch with the cuban link
and the matching necklace
And I'm too shiny v vs in your ear
New gun, new jewels, new album new
Niggas think they bigger than the
I got news for you *willy*, let's it back to philly
So you can your roots, fuck braggin on your loot
Nigga you ain't hard
And a nigga can't spend no money in the graveyard
Omigod, it shocks you
This be the same motherfucker freddie foxxx who
I feel his lyrics, I love all his rhymes
I thought that we was cool, you think he's to find
I rip in posin alleys
As a kid got knowledge the gods at the rally
I on the game like ballies
And show ten hoes how to stack it up, get money, new york to
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 like he
In japan I'm worth ten
American, open the and let derek in
I break my silence, ten years of supressing my violence
You was my man I gave you
Every time I pulled up and get you in the again
We can never be friends
You brought me tears when you took my right hand off for long years
Now back and corrupt
Driving new gs 400s, new jags, and new
You see the bad bitches that he fuck
While girl look skinny like a smoked out daffy duck
Niggas are real this ain't n b
You niggas ain't got no and won't die
I'm a certified killer, with in the game*
Burn marks on my hands from the glocks with the
Bumpy is my rap name, when I write rhymes I
And think my nigga kane
Alotta motherfuckers'll be dead
You fuckin with my money is like with my head
to take my buttered bread
Niggas shit, so I'm down with you kane
Any realness, you ready feel this
I forget nothing, nothing at all
So mr. steve rifkind, expect my
Niggas owe me for my rhymes, I to collect
Over fifteen dollars, snap your fuckin neck
And don't pay me in no fuckin
If you don't want me to teach the meaning of
When I'm finished in this game, I'll be swimming in my
Not at the station, looking for a job
Too many niggas me spittin on a record
To be broke and homeless, and naked
I represent the grimy masses
Of out gun slinging criminal asses
That shoot up your party and at mine
'cause they know I got love for real niggas, nine to nine there's the
Just remember why you frontin you more that 24 hrs ahead
In 24 hrs you'll be
You'll be