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Ha, it out
It's Bumpy Knuckles baby, known as Freddie Foxxx
That's right, and I came to check my niggaz De La
See niggaz don't really wanna bust dat shit, huh

You know I'm So I'ma show you niggaz
The super laser ultra killa nigga special
You niggaz no killers
You motherfuckers ain't gonna hurt nobody,

You keep rhymin', nigga
'Fore I smack the shit outta you, you little fuckin'
You ain't real; that's right, it's De La Soul, baby
And Bumpy motherfuckin' baby, alright, come on

Check my stats, entire
Even from the when I had to roll strapped
if I gotta go back to that
Zest to rub records from rap and facts

To tracks and stack, one whole
some got paid, some waved in the fades
Fact of the matter my style will never
Managin' to keep it all

So you can stay nourish and flourish with the
some niggaz, I know

If I need a
Bust some fuckin' niggaz tryin' to me crazy
Causin' interruptions to my big
Playin' with them guns make them fuckin'

But if it's clearly, merely and and, how it's gotta be
I got some niggaz that's ridin' me
So witcha I'm not buyin' it B
Don't come around you can try it with me

You don't bust dat shit
You don't wanna bust dat
You don't wanna dat shit
You don't wanna dat shit

You don't wanna bust dat
You don't wanna bust dat
You don't bust dat shit
You don't wanna bust dat

shick, click a click
This is where my people at
Innocent people are gats
Now what the is all that?

Is it 'cause times is live a wire?
Gettin' treated by the crossfire
Ha-siyahh, bare well prepared
To my decision for my livin'

I ain't the one 'Robin', I'm the one
Hip hop driven, and to die for it
When Scott died, man I cried and shit
Then some cats got rich callin' a woman a

But ain't no like the one I got
And if you her a bitch well you might get
And I the feelings is mutual
It's and unsuitable
Crips and are recruitable

But you don't wanna bust dat
You don't wanna bust dat
You don't bust dat shit
You don't wanna bust dat

You don't wanna bust dat
You wanna bust dat shit
You wanna bust dat shit
You wanna bust dat shit

Ha ha, yeah you get the point, huh?
You get the motherfuckin' point, huh?
That's right so while you is sittin' up in central booking
Crying like bitches,

I'm in the holdin' block
Waitin' for your sweet punk ass
And I'ma the shit out of you
For gettin' on a record, actin' like you a fuckin' killer

I'ma show you niggaz what a motherfuckin' killer's all about,
You ain't no motherfucking gangsters
You don't bust that motherfuckin' shit punk
I'll punch your whole chest cavity out,

You ain't no real nigga,
smack the shit out of you
'Cause you ain't a live, nigga
You in central booking, cryin' like a bitch

Waitin' for father to come bail you out
And Freddie Foxxx don't play that shit,
That's right, Bumpy motherfucker
And if you don't know, now you know

And yo De La, it out, it's your motherfuckin' man
And if any one of them niggaz get side windin' you nigga
Let me know, and I send them niggaz hot ones
Like I'm a motherfuckin' Mexican, me on that one, huh?

'Cause them know me nigga, believe me, nigga they know me
The motherfuckin' troublemaker, that's
And De La Soul, is with Bump' Knux' nigga
So Tell me, what?