Intro:
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It is no longer 1999...
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And I live in a world of one track minds...
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Where the industry feeds us fashion design...
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That creates MCs that cannot rhyme...
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For ten years I waited to make my move...
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Now we'll see who'll win, and who'll lose...
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And if I had to state my word...
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Say this'll probably be the realest shit you ever heard...
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I been watching, from afar...
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I know where you live, I know who you are...
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Redemption is my only scar...
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And so my heart bleeds dark, like tar...
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So I treat my friends today like they'll be enemies tomorrow...
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So when they die, I'll have no sorrow...
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Just remember those you decide to cross...
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Cuz if your door gets knocked on you get knocked off
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Verse:
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Who's that six foot bald nigga from New York
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With the gangsta walk, the gangsta talk
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Thrillin to find 'em and kill 'em
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I'm wildin', I'm illin
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I don't give a fuck about you, and that's my feelin
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I'm in a brand new house nigga chillin
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With shoeboxes of hundred dollar bills nigga spillin
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Trainin the baddest bitch, givin her the drillin
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While you hangin in The Tunnel know you pussy ice grillin
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Man bein a bitch must really be fufillin
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Cuz alotta niggas happy bein soft just chillin
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Scenario, gun in your mouth run the platinum watch with the cuban link
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Bracelet and the matching necklace
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And I'm too shiny V Vs glowin in your ear
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New gun, new jewels, new album new year
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Niggas think they bigger than the game
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I got news for you *Willy*, let's take it back to Philly
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So you can find your roots, fuck braggin on your loot
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Nigga you aint that hard
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And a nigga can't spend no money layin in the graveyard
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Omigod, it really shocks you
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This can't be the same motherfucker Freddie Foxxx who
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I really feel his lyrics, I love all his rhymes
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I thought that we was cool, you think he's hard to find
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I rip in dark posin alleys
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As a kid got knowledge from the gods at the rally
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I slip on the game like Ballies
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And show ten hoes how to stack it up, get money, New York to Cali
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Where a nigga tried to play me like a sally
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So I shot him in his new DeNali and drove him to the valley
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I pushed him out the car and let him scally
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Fuck that nigga, tryin to play me like he bigger
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In Japan I'm worth ten figures
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American, open the door and let Derek in
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I break my silence, after ten years of supressing my violence
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You was my man I gave you benjamins
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Every time I pulled up and get you in the Benz again
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We can never be friends again
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You brought me tears when you took my right hand off for seven long years
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Now he's back and corrupt
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Driving new GS 400s, new Jags, and new trucks
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You should see the bad bitches that he fuck
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While your girl look skinny like a smoked out Daffy Duck
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Niggas are real this aint N B HIGH
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You niggas aint got no balls and won't die
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I'm a certified killer, with *Stock in the Game*
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Burn marks on my hands from the glocks with the flame
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Bumpy is my rap name, when I write rhymes I hydroplane
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And think about my nigga Kane
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Alotta label motherfuckers'll be dead
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You fuckin with my money is like fuckin with my head
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Tryin to take my buttered bread
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Niggas aint shit, so I'm down with you Kane
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Any time realness, you ready feel this
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I don't forget nothing, nothing at all
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So Mr. Steve Rifkind, expect my call
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Niggas owe me for my rhymes, I come to collect
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Over fifteen dollars, I'll snap your fuckin neck
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And don't pay me in no fuckin check
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If you don't want me to teach the meaning of disrespect
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When I'm finished in this game, I'll be swimming in my yard
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Not at the radio station, looking for a job
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Too many niggas feel me spittin on a record
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To be broke and homeless, and outside naked
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I represent the real grimy masses
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Of thugged out gun slinging criminal asses
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That shoot up your party and chill at mine
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Cuz they know I got love for real niggas, nine to nine there's the mind
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Just remember why you frontin like you more that 24 Hrs ahead
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In 24 Hrs you'll be DEAD
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You'll be DEAD
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24 Hrs.
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Bumpy Knuckles |