Hahahahahahahahaha!



[freddie foxxx]

Ha! check it out!

It's bumpy knuckles baby, also known as freddie foxxx

That's right, and i came to check my niggaz de la soul

See y'all niggaz don't really wanna bust dat shit huh

Yaknahmsayin? so i'ma show you niggaz

The super-laser-gamma-ultra-killa-nigga special

You niggaz ain't no killers

You motherfuckers ain't gonna hurt nobody nigga

You better keep rhymin nigga

'fore i smack the shit outta you you little fuckin sissy

You niggaz ain't real; that's right

It's de la soul baby, and bumpy motherfuckin knuckles baby

Alright, c'mon on!



[maseo (?)]

Check my stats, entire - apparat'

Even from the days when i had to roll strapped

Wonderin if i gotta go back to that

Zest to rub records from rap and kick facts

To tracks and stack, one (?) got kayed

Yeah some got paid, some waved in the fades

Fact of the matter my style will never fade

Managin to keep it all a-grade

So you can stay nourish and flourish with the truth

(??) (??) some niggaz i know

If i need a mayday

Bust some fuckin niggaz tryin to play me cra-zay

Causin interruptions to my big pay-day

Playin with them guns make them fuckin lea-ry

But if it's clear-ly

Merely and surely and, how it's gotta be

I got some thorough niggaz that's ridin me

So witcha bullshit i'm not buyin it b

Don't come around thinkin you can try it with me

Cause uhh..



Chorus: repeat 2x



You don't wanna bust dat shit (uh-uhh)

You don't wanna bust dat shit (no no)

You don't wanna bust dat shit (uh-uhh)

You don't wanna bust dat shit (no no!)

You don't wanna bust dat shit (uh-uhh!)

You don't wanna bust dat shit (no no!)

You don't wanna bust dat shit (uh-uhh!)

You don't wanna bust dat shit!!



[maseo (?)]

Shick shick, clik-a-clik

This is where my people headin at

Innocent people are carryin gats

Now what the fuck is all that?

Is it cause times is live like a wire

Gettin shock treated by the crossfire

Ha-siyahh, burn bare well prepared

To make my decision for my livin

I ain't the one +robin+ i'm the one +given+

Hip-hop driven, and willin to die for it

When scott larock died man i cried and shit

Then some cats got rich callin a woman a bitch

But ain't no woman like the one i got

And if you call her a bitch well you might get (*blam*)

And i know the feelings is mutual

It's uncivilized and unsuitable

Crips and bloods are recruitable



Chorus



[freddie foxxx]

Ha ha, yeah you get the motherfuckin point, huh?

You niggaz get the motherfuckin point, huh?

That's right so while you niggaz is sittin up in central booking

Crying like bitches, huh?

I'm in the motherfuckin holdin block

Waitin for your sweet pussy punk ass

And i'ma whoop the shit out of you

For gettin on a fuckin record, actin like you a fuckin killer

I'ma show you niggaz what a motherfuckin killer's all about, huh?

You niggaz ain't no motherfucking gangsters

You don't wanna bust that motherfuckin shit punk

I'll punch your whole chest cavity out faggot

You ain't no real nigga, nigga

I'll smack the shit out of you

Cause you ain't a fuckin live nigga

You sittin in central booking, cryin like a bitch

Waitin for your father, to come bail you out

And freddie foxxx don't play that shit nigga

That's right, bumpy knuckles motherfucker

And if you don't know, now you motherfuckin know

And yo de la, check it out - it's your motherfuckin man

And if any one of them niggaz get sidewindin with you nigga

Let me know, and i will send them niggaz hot ones

Like i'm a motherfuckin mexican - feel me on that one huh?

Cause them niggaz know me nigga

Believe me nigga they know me

The motherfuckin troublemaker, that's right

And de la soul, is rollin with bump' knux' nigga

So what?!?!! tell me, what?!?!?!


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