Freddie Foxxx - R.n.s. Lyrics
[scratches by dj premier]"it's time for this real nigga shit..""bumpy knucks..""ha, hah-hah""niggaz can't see i..""fr-fre-fre, freddie foxxx with the twin millis" -> o.c."ha, hah-hah""bu-bu, buh-bu, bu, bumpy knucks..""niggas can't see i..""it's time for this real nigga shit.."[freddie foxxx]When i was small i made pause tapes for "super sperm"Rappin in high school, drinkin forties, smokin shermListen to cold crush and grandmaster caz spittinGettin somethin in that niggaz ain't now gettin; feel meRemember everybody wanted to be "peace, god, divine"Real niggaz kept they attributes, right through '99Peace to the god taheem, watching over meWhite chariots and horses, get me over rough coursesWhile i silence those voices that doubted my abilityTo rip, through these young ass niggazWhen i walk into the lyricist lounge, lyricists loungeCause niggaz know that bumpy knucks'll tear this mutha downCause the rawest most illest shit, make up my soundThat's why i stay gettin money, like them niggaz uptownI'm in your face - nigga whassup now***** all that peacemakin bullshitI heard you spit you like to pull shitThat's all bullshit, you keep your nine on some full shitYou say you bust it, that's bullshit!You know the illest mc that ever did itThe rawest nigga that ever chewed up rhymes and spit itIn the new millenium cities, watch what i doI'm bout to save hip-hop like ghost did the wuChorus: freddie foxxx (repeat 2x)For the dj's, the rappers, the writers, the breakersThe movers, the shakers, the beat, the makersWhat's stronger than hip-hop niggaz they can't take usIf we deal with the real, and shut down the fakers[freddie foxxx]I'm proud to be a black man in my existence, so ***** the klanI ain't blinded by your jewels and your million dollar checksI'm always ready for whatever's nextMy road in life ain't easy cause i'm complexYou know the real, nigga turnin these fake hard niggaz to grasshoppersCause f'real here comes the realest, when i ***** the manstoppersI remember talkin to big poppa; he said "foxxx, you the illest,"(uhh) i make the realest nigga feel itGot a little mob of niggaz i send to rob niggazTake all that fly jewelry, and give it to my momsI keep the industry up in arms like zack la rocheCause they hate to see me comin, with this too black approachThrough the hardest time in hip-hop, i stayed afloatSo let me give the media some fly shit to quoteI'ma always be a nigga, lookin through your eyesSo nothin that you do to me should come as no surpriseI continue bein raw dog, puttin in workI drown a ***** and get away, like my name was captain kirkMother*****ers wanna hear it raw, bumpy make it hurtStep on stage, rip the whole shit down and merc'Chorus[freddie foxxx]What *****ed you up is that i'm so nice and don't rehearseOn any record i'm the king of the third verseIt's +strictly business+, if it's +personal+ i let you knowI hold your heart until the lord tell me let you goDon't need advice from no corny ass a&r that never filled a milk crateWith breakbeats, i keep it raw nigga straight streetTo my comrades in l.a, l.a., l.a.I still got the bulletproof - pelle, pelle, pelleKeep the music underground as i reiterate twiceTell niggaz to they face, i thought you wasn't niceKick my ass? nah, not likely; out mic me?Not likely, stay on the sidelines like spike leeNiggas know bumpy like to flow all outMicrophone, gun in hands nigga, go all outNo exceptions to females i ride 'em giddyupHow bad i wanna ***** brat, since she pushed them titties upIt's the underground sound that designs the streetFreddie foxxx designed the rhyme, premier designed the beatChorus[scratches by dj premier]"bumpy knucks..""niggaz can't see i..""fr-fre-fre, freddie foxxx with the twin millis" -> o.c."bu-bu, buh-bu, bu, bumpy knucks..""it's time for this real nigga shit.."
