Yeah
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Turn it up
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That's right
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For my niggas
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Here we go
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[Verse 1]
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Some real niggas have gone away... never to return
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Stay forever on wax cuz the mics they burn
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Outta sight, outta mind, never does it mean outta might, outta rhyme
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So I return to make it hot for those who cannot
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Smile down on me niggas, while I rock the spot
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Is there heaven for a nice emcee
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Crushin all these suckers dear God don't be mad with me
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I don't mean to hurt nobody, I just wanna rock the party
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And give you a taste of what's left, before I see death
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Watch a nigga back, cuz I don't trust nobody
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Left hand hold the mic, and right bust the shottie
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Sendin angels to guide me through, in the white drop top
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When they ride me through
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When I hit the pearly gates, will they take my tax
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Will they let me rock the mic, will the beats be phat
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Will the rappers write they own rhymes up in that piece
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Will the fakes get locked by the cop police
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Or will I have to deal with A&R's who don't got no say
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I hope it don't be that way, tell me
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HOOK 2X:
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Who Knows Why
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The reasons we live and the reasons we die
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You can't figure this one, so why try
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God help my soul as I testify
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And I wont lie
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[Verse 2]
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Now as I'm lookin in the mirror I see myself
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Handsome with attitude, so momma gratitude
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I put the pressure on emcees
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I make it hard for ya, with total, disregard for ya
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This rap shit is raw not to be touched
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The ingredients if tampered with, could get you fucked up
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No one knows this secret I hold like Moses
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Given at birth, now what it's worth, it's more than a million six
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Let me spit it to you niggas, while my rhyme exists
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Listen, separate the real from the wishin
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If you bust at me and miss, you gon end up missin
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Cuz on these rap niggas styles I be shittin, pissin
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Leave you niggas lookin dumb like two niggas kissin
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I'm the true hardcore underground messiah
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I'm the kinda nigga street thugs can admire
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You never see me gettin robbed, jumped down and whipped out
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Or cryin 'bout a deal with no money, flipped out
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I get off my ass and make it happen
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I'll stick up the world if I aint rappin
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So why do I exist, tell me
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HOOK
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[Verse 3]
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May Allah shine down on any emcee
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That'll stand on stage and hold a mic with me
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May he give you all the flow of the ocean water
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And some nice hand skills to prevent slaughter
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My lyrics painful like bullets from a rusty tech
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Bumpy Knucks, nigga what, and you must respect
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All the true shit that I reflect
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Niggas know I exist only to wreck
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Won't let the verse loosen til you sign the check
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I won't be fussin at ya, but bustin at ya
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I treat all my rhymes like they devines
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Niggas spot me like a UFO
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I turn my mic on and resurrect the livest flow
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So if you askin me, why am I here
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To clarify hip hop loud and clear
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Real niggas, tell me
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HOOK
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Who Knows Why
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Bumpy Knuckles |