Ayo, turn the, turn the music up some more
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In the headphones for me
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Check it out [c'mon!]
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You ready, it's Bumpy Knuckles baby
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Sendin this out to my niggas
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All them hardcore street corner, wilders
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Ha, ha, Freddie Foxxx baby
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That's right, Diamond D baby
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[Verse 1]
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Whoever thought that I'd be Mr. lyrical flows nice
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Like sunsets on the Rio Grande
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Grantin after sisters checkin out they can can
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My lyrical ability keeps them real niggas
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That listen to hip hop feelin me
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I keep it underground, sound's a buck China
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Even in Japan they know, I'm the ultimate
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Spit at me verse, like it's my last one
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Slow ones, fast ones, I blast past the fake ass ones
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You see, I don't think no nigga's nicer than me
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I'm not conceited, that's how I read it, these niggas heated
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I dissect your verses like science class frogs
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I see your rap records is swine, like hogs
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Now cipher, that's like turnin down Janet for Michelle Pfeiffer
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See Freddie Foxxx aint wit that
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My shit is hotter than cayenne pepper, the mic wrecker
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The lethal weapon, I keep you high steppin
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It's not my fault that niggas listen to me
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And wanna rob shit, cuz I do my motherfuckin job kid
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If you a thug then you recognize what you see before you
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Eyes and ears said Freddie Foxxx is here
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I been waitin it, doin it, sayin it
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Rollin by my motherfuckin self with my burner cocked slayin it
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And I aint seen nothing that could make me believe
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There's a nigga rappin liver than me, you feel me
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[HOOK 2X: Billy Danze]
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You in a class of your own, Bumpy's in the zone
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Leave Bumpy alone! Bumpy get it on
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Bumpy spit chrome, Bumpy hold a throne
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Now, Bumpy bring it home!
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[Verse 2]
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I wear Rolex watches and alligator shoes
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Where niggas thought devil jeans was the big news
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I had fifty miles on my brand new Benz in '89
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When you wanted me to critique your rhyme
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It just was all right
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Niggas brought rappers to me, for approval
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Now I give you sixteen bars, for removal
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I punch you in your temple make you stagger like Yeltsin
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Over hand right to the brain is what you felt son
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Then I take off my belt son
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Show you what a whippin is, what a true real mic rippin is
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You fake niggas can't make it hard for real niggas cuz
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There's no defense for the truth so what the deal nigga
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No matter who tell it, real niggas always prevail
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Just like a fake nigga always fail
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Niggas livin in a fairy tale, until they get beef
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Then he want peace, bitch, you just a rap pussy
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You comin just a lyrical lunatic
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I make it blacker than midnight at 12 O'Clock noon and shit
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I keep rollin like the black Navi with them Micky Thompsons
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Halogen lights, I keep my flow tight
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The new Bumpy shit is like the new Jordans when they come out
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Got emcees rappin wit they gun out
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Memorize lyrics and I spit 'em to the needy
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Send love to my nigga Tweety, and can you feel me
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[HOOK]
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[Verse 3]
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I treat 'em like what stick up kids is to dark alleys
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What's Slick Rick is to Bally's
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What played out NY niggas is to Cali
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Runnin from the ill shit
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I do what record labels don't like, the real shit
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Money is energy, I'm hyped up
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Step on stage with that bullshit, get hair wiped up
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I be up in your crib, with my two black sigs in your ribs
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Takin everything you got to give
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The black Robin Hood I rock for niggas that can't afford Rolies
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Ride around and in tagged up stolies
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I keep the truth like the Holy Qu'ran
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Here's a game plan, ambush, best attack, hit off my man
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I make you niggas listen to some lyrical shit
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Some miracle shit, some empirical shit
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Now I'm in flipmode, I got my gun in your brain
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And make you run you ch ch ch cha ch ch ch cha chain
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Bumpy plays no games, it's all real here
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Can't get my gun in the club, I keep it real near
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I'm harder than a bulletproof vest wrapped around a steel pole
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Six shots all through your body like real soul
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James Brown or the Meters
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I'm gunnin for you no talent rap style eaters
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When Diamond D blessed me I had to come rugged
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Or unplug it, only true thugs can fuck shit
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[HOOK]
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Bumpy Bring It Home (featuring Billy Danz of M.O.P.)
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Bumpy Knu |