Текст песни Freddie Foxxx (Bumpy Knuckles) f Billy D - Industry Shakedown
Freddie Foxxx (Bumpy Knuckles) f Billy D - Industry Shakedown слова песни
Ayo, turn the, turn the music up some moreIn the headphones for meCheck it out [c`mon!]You ready, it`s Bumpy Knuckles babySendin this out to my niggasAll them hardcore street corner, wildersHa, ha, Freddie Foxxx babyThat`s right, Diamond D baby[Verse 1]Whoever thought that I`d be Mr. lyrical flows niceLike sunsets on the Rio GrandeGrantin after sisters checkin out they can canMy lyrical ability keeps them real niggasThat listen to hip hop feelin meI keep it underground, sound`s a buck ChinaEven in Japan they know, I`m the ultimateSpit at me verse, like it`s my last oneSlow ones, fast ones, I blast past the fake ass onesYou see, I don`t think no nigga`s nicer than meI`m not conceited, that`s how I read it, these niggas heatedI dissect your verses like science class frogsI see your rap records is swine, like hogsNow cipher, that`s like turnin down Janet for Michelle PfeifferSee Freddie Foxxx aint wit thatMy shit is hotter than cayenne pepper, the mic wreckerThe lethal weapon, I keep you high steppinIt`s not my fault that niggas listen to meAnd wanna rob shit, cuz I do my motherfuckin job kidIf you a thug then you recognize what you see before youEyes and ears said Freddie Foxxx is hereI been waitin it, doin it, sayin itRollin by my motherfuckin self with my burner cocked slayin itAnd I aint seen nothing that could make me believeThere`s a nigga rappin liver than me, you feel me[HOOK 2X: Billy Danze]You in a class of your own, Bumpy`s in the zoneLeave Bumpy alone! Bumpy get it onBumpy spit chrome, Bumpy hold a throneNow, Bumpy bring it home![Verse 2]I wear Rolex watches and alligator shoesWhere niggas thought devil jeans was the big newsI had fifty miles on my brand new Benz in `89When you wanted me to critique your rhymeIt just was all rightNiggas brought rappers to me, for approvalNow I give you sixteen bars, for removalI punch you in your temple make you stagger like YeltsinOver hand right to the brain is what you felt sonThen I take off my belt sonShow you what a whippin is, what a true real mic rippin isYou fake niggas can`t make it hard for real niggas cuzThere`s no defense for the truth so what the deal niggaNo matter who tell it, real niggas always prevailJust like a fake nigga always failNiggas livin in a fairy tale, until they get beefThen he want peace, bitch, you just a rap pussyYou comin just a lyrical lunaticI make it blacker than midnight at 12 O`Clock noon and shitI keep rollin like the black Navi with them Micky ThompsonsHalogen lights, I keep my flow tightThe new Bumpy shit is like the new Jordans when they come outGot emcees rappin wit they gun outMemorize lyrics and I spit `em to the needySend love to my nigga Tweety, and can you feel me[HOOK][Verse 3]I treat `em like what stick up kids is to dark alleysWhat`s Slick Rick is to Bally`sWhat played out NY niggas is to CaliRunnin from the ill shitI do what record labels don`t like, the real shitMoney is energy, I`m hyped upStep on stage with that bullshit, get hair wiped upI be up in your crib, with my two black sigs in your ribsTakin everything you got to giveThe black Robin Hood I rock for niggas that can`t afford RoliesRide around and in tagged up stoliesI keep the truth like the Holy Qu`ranHere`s a game plan, ambush, best attack, hit off my manI make you niggas listen to some lyrical shitSome miracle shit, some empirical shitNow I`m in flipmode, I got my gun in your brainAnd make you run you ch ch ch cha ch ch ch cha chainBumpy plays no games, it`s all real hereCan`t get my gun in the club, I keep it real nearI`m harder than a bulletproof vest wrapped around a steel poleSix shots all through your body like real soulJames Brown or the MetersI`m gunnin for you no talent rap style eatersWhen Diamond D blessed me I had to come rugged