Ha, check it out
It's Bumpy Knuckles, baby, also known as Freddie Foxxx
That's right, and I came to check my niggas De La Soul
See y'all niggas don't really wanna bust that shit, huh?
You know I'm sayin'? So I'ma show you niggas
The super-laser-gamma-ultra-kill-a-nigga special
You niggas ain't no killers
You motherfuckers ain't gonna hurt nobody, nigga
You better keep rhymin'. Nigga
'Fore I smack the shit outta you, you little fuckin' sissy
You niggas ain't real, that's right
It's De La Soul, baby, and Bumpy motherfuckin' Knuckles, baby
Alright, c'mon on

Check my stats, entire epparat'
Even from the days when I had to roll strapped
Wonderin' if I gotta go back to that
Zest to rub records from rap and kick facts
To tracks and stack, one ho got K'd
Yeah, some got paid, some waved in the fades
Fact of the matter my style will never fade
Managin' to keep it all A-grade
So you can stay nourished and flourished with the truth
Ain't no lie, I'm mad in mind, some niggas I know
If I need a mayday
Bust some fuckin' niggas tryna to play me crazy
Causin' interruptions to my big pay-day
Playin' with them guns make them fuckin leary
But if it's clearly
Merely and surely and how it's gotta be
I got some thorough niggas that's ridin' wit' me
So with ya bullshit I'm not buyin' it B
Don't come around thinkin' you can try it with me
Cause, uh

You don't wanna bust that shit (uh-huh)
You don't wanna bust that shit (no, no)
You don't wanna bust that shit (uh-uh)
You don't wanna bust that shit (no, no)
You don't wanna bust that shit (uh-uh)
You don't wanna bust that shit (no, no)
You don't wanna bust that shit (uh-uh)
You don't wanna bust that shit

Shick, shick, clack, clack, clack
This is where my people headin' at
Innocent people are carryin' gats
Now what the fuck is all that?
Is it 'cause times is live like a wire
Gettin' shock treated by the crossfire
Hot fire, burn bare well prepared
To make my decision for my livin'
I ain't the one robbin' I'm the one givin'
Hip-hop driven and willin' to die for it
When Scott LaRock died, man, I cried and shit
Then some cats got rich callin, a woman a bitch
But ain't no woman like the one I got
And if you call her a bitch well you might get
And I know the feelings is mutual
It's uncivilized and unsuitable
Crips and Bloods are recruitable

But you don't wanna bust that shit (uh-uh)
You don't wanna bust that shit (no, no)
You don't wanna bust that shit (uh-uh)
You don't wanna bust that shit (no, no)
You don't wanna bust that shit (uh-uh)
You don't wanna bust that shit (no, no)
You don't wanna bust that shit (uh-uh)
You don't wanna bust that shit (ha)

Ha, ha, yeah you get the motherfuckin point, huh?
You niggas get the motherfuckin point, huh?
That's right, so while you niggas is sittin up in central booking
Crying like bitches, huh?
I'm in the motherfuckin' holdin' block
Waitin' for your sweet pussy punk ass
And I'ma whoop the shit out of you
For gettin' on a fuckin' record, actin' like you a fuckin killer
I'ma show you niggas what a motherfuckin killer's all about, huh?
You niggas ain't no motherfucking gangsters
You don't wanna bust that motherfuckin' shit, punk
I'll punch your whole chest cavity out, faggot
You ain't no real nigga, nigga
I'll smack the shit out of you
'Cause you ain't a fuckin' live nigga
You sittin' in central booking, cryin' like a bitch
Waitin' for your father to come bail you out
And Freddie Foxxx don't play that shit, nigga
That's right, Bumpy Knuckles, motherfucker
And if you don't know, now you motherfuckin, know
Ayo, De La, check it out, it's your motherfuckin, man
And if any one of them niggas get sidewindin, with you, nigga
Let me know and I will send them niggas hot ones
Like I'm a motherfuckin' Mexican, feel me on that one, huh?
'Cause them niggas know me, nigga
Believe me, nigga, they know me
The motherfuckin' troublemaker, that's right
And De La Soul, is rollin' with Bump' Knux', nigga
So what? Tell me, what?

AOI format one complete
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Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): David Jolicoeur, Kelvin Mercer, Vincent Mason