Текст песни Freddie Foxxx a.k.a. Bumpy Knuckles f Na - Turn Up the Mic
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[Intro: Nas]I only fuck with my niggaz, I gotta keep it tightWith my big brother, Bumpy KnucklesWe gon` ride on these niggaz my nigga, huhTurn up the mics, yeah, lets get crazy, nigga, whatTurn up the mics, y`all bitch-ass niggaz is SwayzeCheck it out[Verse 1: Nas]I`m Nasty but fuck bitches, handcuff snitchesFeed they nuts to pit bulls and plan more businessGot sluts on leashes walkin on all foursHave `em eatin from dog bowls pettin` they headsCause they love playin that role they sexy in bedSmokin bud` I`m outta control wish death on the fedsCup spills with Grey Goose watchin snuff filmsLaughin with dykes that wear patent leather with spikesMy cheddar is right, Miami beach playin it lowSt. Barts rent a house and a boatTwo hundred thou` on my throatThat`s only half of what my wife ice costPhonecall, hearin another boss got his life lostWell, wipin` sand off of my toesRead a book called "Catcher in the rye", I choseSome Bob Marley then I plotted a schemeTo make me and Bump Knux more richThen I got me a team, he got `em a teamHe tryin to buy G-force with missile launchersTired of walkin` around with beef, with that pistols on usC-4`s better I`m callin up some b-more killersTo come and bleed youAs sure as the sun`s in the sky you`ll surely dieYou washed up, fuck your peopleYour money ain`t as long as mine you dumb and you foulWho you tryin to squeeze all this fuck with Alzheimer`s diseaseWe the new breed, nigga[Chorus: Nas (& Freddie Foxxx)]Turn up the mics,Uh holler at somebody realTurn out the lights,Bump Knux, God`s Son get it right motherfuckerTurn up the mics(Aha yeah turn the motherfuckers up)Turn out the lights(That`s right ya`ll know why, I tell you why)Suicide suicide[Verse 2: Bumpy Knuckles]It`s Bump I`m rowdy I`m wildI`m crazy I`m sick I talk slickName brand bitches all on my dickI don`t trip I meet bitches in this game that got pretty famous namesAll that projects` pussy, nigga, all the sameWe gangsters, we keepin it hardcore keep it streetKeepin guns and microphones, be keepin heatI`m the unsquashable beef I put it in your riderThat means that every show I be layin in your dressing roomNext to the Henney Rock two times .20 cockedI`m a cold assed nigga that keep shit plenty hotMy bubble goose is stocked with double truthFor you old-assed gangsters and you troubled youthKnowin ; I hate cops and niggaz with cop friendsAnd still by weight in the hood they drop endsWith little marks on `em scratched by the eyeYou hand me a twenty, you must wanna dieNigga, I won`t remake a Pac record or say a Biggie verseAnd I shoot you without smokin a Ziggy Marley firstGod`s Son we hot in hereBravehearts we hot in here, niggaz they got to fear![Outro: Nas]Turn up the mics, yeah lets get crazy, nigga whutTurn up the mics, y`all bitch ass niggaz is SwayzeCheck it outTurn up the mics, yeah lets get crazy, nigga whutTurn up the mics, y`all bitch ass niggaz is SwayzeCheck it outTurn up the mics, yeah lets get crazy, nigga whutTurn up the mics, y`all bitch ass niggaz is SwayzeShh