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

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

You better keep rhymin',
'Fore I smack the outta you, you little fuckin' sissy
You niggaz ain't real; right, it's De La Soul, baby
And Bumpy motherfuckin' Knuckles baby, alright, on

my stats, entire apparat'
Even from the days when I had to roll
Wonderin' if I gotta go to that
Zest to rub records from rap and kick

To and stack, one whole decade
Yeah some got paid, some waved in the
of the matter my style will never fade
Managin' to it all A-grade

So you can stay nourish and flourish with the
[Incomprehensible] some niggaz, I

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

But if it's clearly, merely and surely and, how it's be
I got some thorough niggaz that's me
So bullshit I'm not buyin' it B
Don't around thinkin' you can try it with me

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

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

Shick shick, click a
This is my people headin' at
Innocent are carryin' gats
Now what the is all that?

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

I the one 'Robin', I'm the one 'Given'
Hip hop driven, and to die for it
When Scott LaRock died, man I and shit
some cats got rich callin' a woman a bitch

But no woman like the one I got
And if you call her a bitch well you get
And I the feelings is mutual
It's uncivilized and
and bloods are recruitable

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

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

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

I'm in the motherfuckin' block
Waitin' for sweet pussy punk ass
And whoop the shit out of you
For gettin' on a fuckin' record, actin' like you a fuckin'

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

You ain't no real nigga,
I'll smack the out of you
'Cause you ain't a fuckin' live,
You sittin' in central booking, cryin' like a

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

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

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