*featuring Bumpy Knuckles (Freddie Foxxx)
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[Freddie Foxxx a.k.a. Bumpy Knuckles]
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Hahahaha...
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Y'all know the rep, yeah, listen
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My name is Bumpy Knuckles, I write that fuckin flame
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And kill for the right price I got a buckin name
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My forty caliber too fresh, stuck in aim
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We roll like 18 wheelers in the truckin game
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I'm nice with mics there's nothin more I like
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than to paralyze your left side and leave you all right
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I be layin front of your crib with Tec-y all night
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Tryin to get them 9 millimeters loaded up tight, listen
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I'm like a Cadillac, I write a battle rap
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so smooth contest you'll be out of that
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Y'all know the beef is stewin, that Bumpy came to ruin
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You may be signed but you don't know what the fuck you doin
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I make aight hot, I make dope raw
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And send you higher than a long Colt four-four
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You know the only rap pimp that kept a ho poor
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And slam a fool on his back and break the whole floor
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[Chorus: Bumpy Knuckles]
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A yes yes y'all, and you don't stop
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We keep on, once the cops are gone
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This is real street spit you best be warned
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Tell your favorite MC the mic is on
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A yes yes y'all, and you don't stop
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We keep on, once the cops are gone
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[John Cena]
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Yeah, yeah
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It's the J daddy, not Hov' or Jam Master
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My mic is correct, but y'all know the hands faster
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See you bitch rappers I'm attackin the pile
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Y'all be cryin foul cause I'm hackin your style
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I make sure you and your mans done
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When I see y'all both drop, I'm the cat screamin And1
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You see me on the team dog you know the game's over
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Stones on my wrist, and a chip on my shoulder
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Sixteens cashin in on another hot beat
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Go cop me a drop with the butterscotch seats
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And we better not meet, if we do you gon' see a change
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Make sure you whole FACE gettin rearranged
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We rollin up in the blacked out truck dog
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It's Freddie Foxxx, now you deal with Corrupt Mob
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It's gas on the fire, any time a track blaze
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Squad known to beef up the Heat, just like the Shaq trade
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[Tha Trademarc]
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This my 9 to 5, this ain't no hobby cat
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Copycat killers bite styles, my rhyme piles is heavy
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Give me a beat, man I'll body that
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Spittin that heat street raps man they nod to that
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What you smilin at? You R&B, man that's hardly rap
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You lost the beat, man you bought a map
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Matter fact, here's my next rap, borrow that
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Been off the street too long, I want my corner back
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You ain't a player, you a armchair quarterback
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You ride the beat like side streets on a flat
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Don't play dumb, I know where you came from
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You only seen slugs buddy after the rain come
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Keep it subtle, Trademarc got you bitch
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like babies suckin tits talkin 'bout mami let's cuddle
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It's gon' be what it's gon' be, you duck down
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A quiet cat with a violent rap, what now?
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[Chorus]
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Know The Rep
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John Cena |