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Correct Bumpy Knuckles Baby Lyrics
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Freddie Foxxx
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Correct Bumpy Knuckles Baby
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Feel me, I bet you've never seen a nigga that get raw like me Gun in your face, put niggas on the floor like me Who go to war like me? Flip a whore like me? Put the squeeze on rap competitors like me Get less and make more like me Hunt a nigga down like the Predator like me Keep the Macs in the drawer like me How many niggas really raw to the motherfucking hardcore like me? It's Bumpy Knuckles baby, I got lyrical styles forever My endevor is to smash you punk motherfuckers I do it to young niggas, old niggas, rock niggas, soul niggas Scared niggas, bold niggas, since '89 I told niggas I'm still ripping with this timeless shit While you niggas spit that offbeat rhyming shit My life is full of hard times and shit So all I rhyme about is whooping niggas asses and crime and shit Who got the hardest mc style ever created? (Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!) Who got celebrity status and it's still underrated? (Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!) Who got them two hot nines that be black and nickle-plated? (Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!) And I blow a nigga chest out to keep me motivated (Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!) I spit the murder one verse that's for the thugs that be thuggin' Freddie Foxxx be busting nuff slugs at who be bugging I get it everywhere that I go, thug loving Cause it's fatter than Star Jones and Rosie Huggins I've been lyrically inclined since I thought about a rhyme Plus I knew the only thing I couldn't kill was time So I started a long ten-year climb doing mine While them fake niggas stay in a rush to stay behind Bum bit, I spit the flames til the mic's set afire I'm a fighter not a crier, don't care who you hire Kill your street team, burn your flyers Niggas need Jacoby & Meyers for being liers, now feel me Calling major labels, tell 'em Bumpy Knuckles is in town Tell 'em don't send no rappers out or I'm a bust 'em down It's the king of the underground sound, get ready for the Industry Shakedown Yo Pete, break it down Who got the hardest mc style ever created? (Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!) Who got celebrity status and it's still underrated? (Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!) Who got them two hot nines that be black and nickle-plated? (Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!) And I blow a nigga chest out to keep me motivated (Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!) Yo get the fuck up out my face, B, I'm an mc Not some fake-ass rapper kissing ass at the Gavin Asking how can he be down, I make impact Like the four-pound slug ripping through a nigga cap I guarantee that, now here's a fact Niggas ain't selling records, let alone a key of crack You stare at me too long, B, your ice grill will melt down to water And I check you like I check my daughter Now turn it up, it's the pit amongst mutts, huh, I'm off the chain Off the pen or off the brain, I bring it to you niggas Like I'm fucking insane, huh, you heard it pop Now you snitching like Colin Fergueson at Comstock You ain't a thug, B, I'm rougher than rugby The real niggas tolerate you, but the thugs love me Bitches in every city want to hug me A nigga would rather shoot his fucking self before he ever slug me Who got the hardest mc style ever created? (Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!) Who got celebrity status and it's still underrated? (Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!) Who got them two hot nines that be black and nickle-plated? (Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!) And I blow a nigga chest out to keep me motivated (Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!)
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