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It is no 1999...
And I live in a of one track minds...
Where the industry us fashion design...
That mcs that cannot rhyme...
For ten years I waited to my move...
Now we'll see who'll win, and lose...
And if I had to my word...
Say this'll be the realest shit you ever heard...
I been watching, afar...
I where you live, I know who you are...
is my only scar...
And so my bleeds dark, like 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 knocked on you get off

Who's that six foot bald nigga new york
With the walk, the gangsta talk
Thrillin to 'em and kill 'em
I'm wildin', I'm
I give a fuck about you, and that's my feelin
I'm in a brand new nigga chillin
With shoeboxes of hundred dollar bills spillin
Trainin the bitch, givin her the drillin
While you hangin in the tunnel you pussy ice grillin
Man bein a bitch must really be
'cause alotta niggas happy bein just chillin
Scenario, gun in your mouth run the platinum watch with the cuban
and the matching necklace
And I'm too shiny v vs in your ear
New gun, new jewels, new new year
Niggas think they bigger the game
I got news for you *willy*, let's take it back to
So you can your roots, fuck braggin on your loot
Nigga you ain't hard
And a nigga can't no money layin in the graveyard
Omigod, it shocks you
can't be the same motherfucker freddie foxxx who
I really his lyrics, I love all his rhymes
I thought that we was cool, you think he's to find
I rip in dark alleys
As a kid got knowledge the gods at the rally
I slip on the game like
And show ten hoes how to stack it up, get money, new york to
Where a nigga tried to play me a sally
So I him in his new denali and drove him to the valley
I pushed him out the car and let him
that 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 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 he's and corrupt
new gs 400s, new jags, and new trucks
You should see the bad that he fuck
While your girl look skinny 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 killer, with *stock in the game*
Burn marks on my hands from the glocks the flame
Bumpy is my rap name, I write rhymes I hydroplane
And think about my kane
Alotta label motherfuckers'll be
You fuckin with my is like fuckin with my head
to take my buttered bread
Niggas ain't shit, so I'm down with you
Any time realness, you feel this
I don't nothing, 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 check
If you don't want me to 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 feel me spittin on a
To be and homeless, and outside naked
I represent the real masses
Of thugged out gun criminal asses
shoot up your party and chill at mine
'cause they know I got love for real niggas, nine to nine there's the
Just why you frontin like you more that 24 hrs ahead
In 24 hrs you'll be
be dead