Freddie Foxxx - Bumpy Knuckles Baby Lyrics
Feel me, I bet youve never seen a nigga that get raw like meGun in your face, put niggas on the floor like meWho go to war like me? flip a whore like me?Put the squeeze on rap competitors like meGet less and make more like meHunt a nigga down like the predator like meKeep the macs in the drawer like meHow many niggas really raw to the mother*****ing hardcore like me?Its bumpy knuckles baby, I got lyrical styles foreverMy endevor is to smash you punk mother*****ersI do it to young niggas, old niggas, rock niggas, soul niggasScared niggas, bold niggas, since 89 I told niggasIm still ripping with this timeless shitWhile you niggas spit that offbeat rhyming shitMy life is full of hard times and shitSo all I rhyme about is whooping niggas asses and crime and shitWho got the hardest mc style ever created?(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy knuckles baby!)Who got celebrity status and its 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 thats for the thugs that be thugginFreddie foxxx be busting nuff slugs at who be buggingI get it everywhere that I go, thug lovingCause its fatter than star jones and rosie hugginsIve been lyrically inclined since I thought about a rhymePlus I knew the only thing I couldnt kill was timeSo I started a long ten-year climb doing mineWhile them fake niggas stay in a rush to stay behindBum bit, I spit the flames til the mics set afireIm a fighter not a crier, dont care who you hireKill your street team, burn your flyersNiggas need jacoby & meyers for being liers, now feel meCalling major labels, tell em bumpy knuckles is in townTell em dont send no rappers out or Im a bust em downIts the king of the underground sound, get ready for the industry shakedownYo pete, break it downWho got the hardest mc style ever created?(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy knuckles baby!)Who got celebrity status and its 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 ***** up out my face, b, Im an mcNot some fake-ass rapper kissing ass at the gavinAsking how can he be down, I make impactLike the four-pound slug ripping through a nigga capI guarantee that, now heres a factNiggas aint selling records, let alone a key of crackYou stare at me too long, b, your ice grill will melt down to waterAnd I check you like I check my daughterNow turn it up, its the pit amongst mutts, huh, Im off the chainOff the pen or off the brain, I bring it to you niggasLike Im *****ing insane, huh, you heard it popNow you snitching like colin fergueson at comstockYou aint a thug, b, Im rougher than rugbyThe real niggas tolerate you, but the thugs love me*****es in every city want to hug meA nigga would rather shoot his *****ing self before he ever slug meWho got the hardest mc style ever created?(bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy knuckles baby!)Who got celebrity status and its 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!)
