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It is no 1999...
And I live in a world of one minds...
Where the industry feeds us design...
creates mcs that cannot rhyme...
For ten years I to make my move...
Now see who'll win, and who'll lose...
And if I had to my word...
Say this'll probably be the realest you ever heard...
I watching, from afar...
I know where you live, I who you are...
Redemption is my scar...
And so my bleeds dark, like tar...
So I treat my friends today they'll be enemies tomorrow...
So they die, I'll have no sorrow...
remember those you decide to cross...
'cause if your door gets knocked on you get off

Who's six foot bald nigga from new york
With the walk, the gangsta talk
Thrillin to find 'em and 'em
I'm wildin', I'm
I don't give a about you, and that's my feelin
I'm in a brand new house chillin
With shoeboxes of hundred dollar bills nigga
Trainin the baddest bitch, her the drillin
While you in the tunnel know you pussy ice grillin
Man bein a bitch must be fufillin
'cause alotta happy bein soft just chillin
Scenario, gun in your mouth run the watch with the cuban link
Bracelet and the 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 take it back to
So you can find your roots, braggin on your loot
you ain't that hard
And a nigga can't spend no money in the graveyard
Omigod, it shocks you
This can't be the same freddie foxxx who
I really his lyrics, I love all his rhymes
I thought we was cool, you think he's hard to find
I rip in posin alleys
As a kid got knowledge the gods 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 shot him in his new and drove him to the valley
I him out the car and let him scally
Fuck nigga, tryin to play me like he bigger
In I'm worth ten figures
American, open the and let derek in
I break my silence, after ten years of supressing my
You was my man I gave you
Every time I pulled up and get you in the again
We can be friends again
You brought me tears you took my right hand off for seven long years
Now he's back and
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 niggas 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 rhymes I hydroplane
And think my nigga kane
label motherfuckers'll be dead
You fuckin with my money is like with my head
Tryin to my buttered bread
ain't shit, so I'm down with you kane
Any time realness, you ready feel
I don't forget nothing, at all
So mr. steve rifkind, my call
owe me for my rhymes, I come to collect
Over fifteen dollars, I'll snap your neck
And don't pay me in no fuckin
If you don't me to teach the meaning of disrespect
When I'm in this game, I'll be swimming in my yard
Not at the station, looking for a job
Too many feel me spittin on a record
To be broke and homeless, and naked
I represent the real masses
Of thugged out gun criminal asses
That shoot up party and chill at mine
'cause they know I got love for real niggas, nine to nine there's the
Just remember why you frontin like you more 24 hrs ahead
In 24 hrs be dead
You'll be