[Freddie Foxxx]
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Yeah, uh-huh, you ready?
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It's Bumpy Knuckles baby, we tear this mothafucker down!
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Welcome to the underground where hardcore niggas are found
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We're beatin niggas down, make you world-reknown
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Where street beef set off once, never forgiven
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Where real niggas never give up, we fugitivin
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That's how we be livin, where niggas vibe on the raw shit
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Come out, your face fucked up and get your jaw split
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Nigga, we pick your teeth up and put em on a string like bones
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And send your punk ass home alone
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I got stock in this microphone you innuendos
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I get you beat the fuck up and played like Nintendo
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Maybe smoke like the hydro endo, you niggas is hookers
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I hit you wit the four pound tuckers
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Have you ever seen a rap stampede?
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Well bring em underground, and I'll run em down
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You know my reputation, my voice over disco beats is violation
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New York walk, New York talk
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And when I blow you niggas dime, I use my own chalk
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So watch what the fuck you say and what you do
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For real, niggas bring it to you and your whole crew
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Bring in baby, you ready?
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[Chorus]
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I got stock in this game
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Got a bad reputation for bringin the glock to the game
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You know my name
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So if you ever come across me wrong
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Just remember the words to this song
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I be hearin mad MC's, I study your rhymes
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And I noticed that you niggas is just wastin time
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I don't take it to wack niggas, they self-destruct
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I take it to nice niggas and FUCK THEM UP!
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So the fact that you be shinin makes it even better for me
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That just leaves more cheddar for me
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I keep it blacker than Cadillacs in '69
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Total eclispe your record and stole your shine
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Sixteen bars of homemade moonshine rhyme
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And I still had you mothafuckers payin me mine
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Wassup, watch me snatch a hundred grand on you niggas
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No tax while you loudmouth braggin-ass niggas fake jacks
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Yeah I'm nice wit my mothafuckin hands
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And I bust my heats, Freddie Foxxx celebrity box out the beats
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My flow is so cold
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Start a rainy day snowin, my voice fertilize your thoughts to start growin
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It's Bumpy Knuckles and raw niggas incorporated
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The real niggas love it, the fake niggas hate it
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You mothafuckers ready for this? Check it out
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Chorus 2x
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I go one two three four five, I make it live
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Simple-ass shit like that be soundin wack
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But when I spit the lyrical terror that makes niggas hide they jewels
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Wild niggas start cockin they tools
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I got my ethics from the older school, if you wack then I spit it
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Something to steal, I come get it
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If Freddie Foxxx want beef, niggas ain't wit it
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Some niggas wanna try my style but can't fit it
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I be hearin niggas that sound like me
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But ain't never ever really put it down like me
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Plus them niggas ain't really underground like me
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Street reputation, love town-to-town like me
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You bitch-ass mothafuckers I squared off in the mainstream
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World, actin like a mothafuckin girls
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I wet you like a jheri curl and you'll explode like uranium
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The only thing you'll have to fall back on is your cranium
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You soft niggas could never be iller
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Than the holemaker, holefiller
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Bumpy Knucks keep it realer, the bloodspiller
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Don't fuck wit a mothafuckin killer, TURN IT UP!
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Chorus 2x
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*on second time, last line is "THEN ALL YOU MOTHAFUCKERS'LL BE GONE"*
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Stock in the Game
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Freddie Foxxx |