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

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

You better 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' Knuckles baby, alright, on

Check my stats, entire
Even the days when I had to roll strapped
Wonderin' if I go back to that
Zest to rub records rap and kick facts

To tracks and stack, one decade
some got paid, some waved in the fades
Fact of the matter my will never fade
to keep it all A-grade

So you can stay nourish and with the truth
[Incomprehensible] niggaz, I know

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

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

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

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

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

Is it 'cause times is live like a
Gettin' shock treated by the
Ha-siyahh, bare well prepared
To make my for my livin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Waitin' for your father to come you out
And Freddie Foxxx don't play shit, nigga
right, Bumpy Knuckles motherfucker
And if you don't know, now you motherfuckin'

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

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