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Pete Rock f Freddie Foxxx

Petestrumentals (2nd Edition)

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[ Freddie Foxxx ]Class is open.. come on inAll you wannabe-emcees sit downIt`s Mister Bumpy baby..Aiiyo Pete Rock, here we go again babyWe gon` do it `til they learn the righty wayYou ready to rock baby? Feel thisWhen nature imparts the mannest part, human natureTo follow that nature it`s called a wayCultivating that way is called educationBut for men to love itself it`s called masturbationBumpy talk about love they say it ain`t rightI told you niggaz what +I Luv+ on +First Family 4 Life+As I move around the world acquire new lightsNew loves, new mics, new thugs, I`m still spittin`I`m not content with my life (Why?)Until I kill all my enemies, leave `em bend with the knifeThat`s what`s wrong with these niggaz, they scared to fightSo they think being a gangsta is bustin` guns on the micIn the streets you black, but at home you whiteAt least like you like to think so - niggaStep into my mind frame it don`t stopAnd I still keep the four pound hot-hot-hotNiggaz hungry on my block B, we try`na eatAnd it`s them fake ass rap niggaz, we try`na see (Belie` that!)I know deep down is bothering meWhen a motherfucker think that he smarter than me (Who`s that?)When he ain`t a better charter than me (Come on!)And I do it on, rap below, and you`ll never be HARDER than meI`m try`na teach you stupid ass niggaz how to rockPete, Rock![ Hook: Freddie Foxxx ] [ 2x ]Knock-knock-knock, come on inThis is my house, reign againReal nigga shit, I bring the pain againIt`s some suckaz in the game we in("Bumpy Knucks") -> scratched by Pete Rock[ Verse Two: Freddie Foxxx ]You can`t do it like the can`t be (can`t be), follow what`s in mePeace to the old time gangstas who sent meThe energy to keep it moving, be one of the bestand stick out my chest, like a true warriorI caught this nigga selling bootlegsHe thought I didn`t have a kind, while he was wrong, I shoot legsTo see what`s white and I was blackHe had a pen and a chequebook, I had 10 in my MackIf half these rappers did that,they probably stopped selling for a pad on the backand a plastique plaque, that shit is mad wackSo here I come, back with another one, Bumpy outspokenWhile you niggaz out joking and playing a gameI want a twelve inch piece of wax, ignite the flameThe penalty of succes is being bought by people who used to diss youMoney short, they won`t hit youStuck in beef they won`t git youFor they fuck you won`t kiss youWhen you dead, six feet in the ground, they probably forget youTo kick control is to take controlThey can never have the mind, the body, the soulof a true emcee, E-M-C-E-E, F-R-E-D-D, F-O-triple XDisrespect, you be crippled nextYo Pete Rock, how many times we gotta tell `em son?[ Hook: Freddie Foxxx ] [ 2x ]Knock-knock-knock, come on inThis is my house, reign againReal nigga shit, I bring the pain againIt`s some suckaz in the game we in("Bumpy Knucks") -> scratched by Pete Rock[ Verse Three: Freddie Foxxx ]I know you people think I`m angry, but I`m notUnderground, but I`m hotAll I got is the truth, and I give you what I gotSome niggaz is true, old and tired, or young and stupidHung a nigga with no patience, I shoot quicker than ?Quepitt?So put it in ya deck and dupe it, pass it onTo see who Bumpy blast it on, remember me, and the wild shit I didWhen I bodied men and raised it kids, now they grown and it`s onIf I`m this kinda nigga when I`m livin`, imagine the kinda angel I`d beAnd all the foul niggaz I`d see, great men can`t be ruledMy spirit is free, and I rip a whole in every fucking track, getting to mePay attention, you niggaz is clausing mainstreamFishing through a wack song looking for a hot verseA hot word, or a hot phrase, you` record companies` livin` proof, crime paysTake you out nine ways and save ten,for your no-lyric ass, when you want to do it againAnd as long you keep it on wax I stay your friendBut if you ever take it to the streets you never rhyme againI`ma the tester of the hard shit, not many passMatter of fact, not many motherfuckers come to class`Cause they know I`ll be all up in they ass, like last night`s dinnerAnd Bumpy Knucks is the winner, yeah

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