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[Verse 1: Freddie Somebody better security it's 'bout to be on I'm in the streets, midnight, to bust 'til dawn are dead wrong, if they think I'm soft in my song You die? Hah, I can help your coffin me on I'm the reason that rap niggaz, may spit a name I'm the reason some niggaz, still in the game I'm the reason rock died, some proclaim rich underground nigga, Bumpy came They wonderin, how the hell he won't stop and They wonderin, how nigga stays so hot Well it's a combination of five things I by I don't speak to none of these bitc -ass niggas, just eye Always aim for the sky, unless I'm aiming at an A&R from the then I aim for the eye, and you seen me cry emotional ass industry rap motherfuckers Nigga just push Y And I spit fly, and never be afraid 'Cause Bumpy leavin, 'til Bumpy get paid You is like little AIDS infecting the sound that the niggaz started So we it underground, yeah
[2x] The Lah, lah, lah Got me brains in motion The Lah, lah, lah Got me mad commotion The Lah, lah, lah Hit me a locomotion (Feel me) The Lah, lah, lah Smokin, smokin,
2: Freddie Foxxx] Niggaz know I ain't play around it comes to the rhyme to the sound From the sky to the ground, I gun ass down, like I'm aged rap round I got a little game for the and I call it "Ain't that clown!" It's Bumpy Knux, hotter than grits on Al Gonna make Allen Iverson stick with his Basketball was your dream, so live ya life Don't go broke flow, be you ain't that nice What's with these basketball niggas, I'm screamin' dribble How you nine tall, and rhymin just a little? I the underground, and I'm thug appointed Got a problem with speech get your mug annointed By reverend glock, niggas got they' game all It's a lot of niggaz I'ma bring it too and it's I hope he try to up and show me you live That makes my hard, and I get all sweaty inside 'Cause I know little nigga wanna prove he ain't a sucker But he with a bad motherfucker, it's Bumpy Knux
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[Verse 3: Foxxx] The magazines - I like to meet my his ass to the sewer, and show him what it's like Tryna come up on this mic, how to struggle, how to It's like tryna find an ass on a Chinese In the dark, night I got the double Tech As if I was in the cigarette and skinny white they play my record I +Hot+ since +97+, way before that Now I come back, and still bitchin You can't snatch a chain no more, niggaz snitchin A lot of niggaz is just pots in the kitchen like Wrangle Mister Bo Jangle with up ankles The blacks start suffer while the white start and we don't play on MTV The fuckin record company is all the MP3 And the bootleg factory, I got saying "Bumpy too black for me!" the truth nigga, I see, but you blinded by glitter And you got a little cheddar what's made your pussy game While you need mic nice lessons rhymin When all a want is a car and a hurt me diamond He'll do anything for And a dick like he MC Lewinsky I'm the nigga that you see, don't ever get it fucked up All you ass niggaz will get Bump knucked up
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