Freddie Foxxx - Industry Shakedown (2001) by Freddie Foxxx (보컬) on maniadb.com

Vengeance is mine against mine enemy
And I will rise against thee with the force of a
thousand men
And in your fall, I will remind you of an industry
designed to see me fail
There will be no shelter against my rage
I will approach you with no good intention
And reign down on you like hell fire and destroy you!

I destroy all you MCs till my mouth goes dry
Or either one of us die
I'm in this motherfucker's head like B-R-A-I
N, I spit one, then spit again
Then I turn like a cobra and spit it at his friend
You niggas afraid of me, oh that's so gay to me
Shot a nigga for shaking my hand too long, don't play with me
I make niggas wanna be hard and thugged out
Baggy pants and black (?) looking all bugged out
So let me tell you what a thug about
When I walk into a room it becomes Dog Day Afternoon
And niggas break the fuck out
Bring ya rabbit's foot, I'll blow your luck out
I'll kill all you niggas and pull a navy hearse truck out
So save your wake ass verse for daytime talk TV
Cuz I'll return you and let you keep ya jewels and chalk BVs
My heart is dirty and skeevy
Man, I would see any one of you niggas
if I was Ray Charles or Stevie, ha!

(Can you, feel me?)
Can ya feel me, nigga?!?
Can ya feel me, nigga?!?
(Freddie Foxxx, Bumpy Knux)
It's Bumpy Knux, nigga what?
Come on!
(Can you, can you, hear me?)
Can you hear me motherfucker?!?
I'm talking to you!
(Cuz I am in...side your head)

(?) uncontrollable and wild
And I stand like I stand with two fours in my hand
I bring back the running man
I hear voices in my head that say "Bumpy can't, damn"
So when I hear niggas say I can't do something, I get pissed off
Cause I'm Poke-man, digging your wrist off
Trying to find the main vein that turns your exist off
Real niggas waited for my flow
Like they waited for Mandela to show
So all these phony ass niggas out here know
Your faker than a nigga fronting like his back got hurt
at a fender bender - I call her, send her
She'll flip ya, so them craze up in ya
She know you like it on your belly, got them gays up in ya
So I say: La Di Da Di, I'll shoot up your party
If you ain't heard by now, you'd better ask somebody
Niggas trying to cut my throat, I'm still spitting from the neck
If you still disrespect, you'll still get the Tek

Come on! Get the fuck off me, nigga

(Can you, feel me?)
Can ya feel me, nigga?!?
Can ya feel me, nigga?!?
(Freddie Foxxx, Bumpy Knux)
It's Bumpy Knux, nigga what?
Come on!
(Can you, can you, hear me?)
Can you hear me motherfucker?!?
I'm talking to you!
(Cuz I am in...side your head)

You ain't no motherfuckin thug, you ain't shot nobody
I'm wild like niggas up north that ain't got nobody
I'll put the infrared on ya, leave your body all dotty
Or I'll 6 and 7 piece ya, leave ya forehead all knotty
You niggas can't spit on the tracks that I spit on
You niggas are scared of the type of niggas I shit on
You wanna ride my style? Get on
I'll take you through so many one sided singles
ain't no more joints to sin on
These rap niggas are mi-dad (?) on
How do you niggas ride in the car with this nigga,
with that shit on?
I'm sick and tired of Nore and his "What, What, What"
Write some rhymes, nigga, or get his shit up up up
I'll beat you till your face is made ugly like Biz
If you ever open your mouth to ask me what a Memph Bleek is
This week is, Bumpy Week celebrated
And be glad that the bad kid from the neighborhood made it
The last album you dropped, kid, hate it
Man the only thing I'll do for your life, nigga, is complicate it
So come at me with that sideways twisted talk
I'll put the 4 pound in your mouth, B, and lift your thoughts
I'm the wildest nigga in New York
So nigga shut your fuckin mouth up when I talk
Come on, I make Reverend Run Reverend Walk
And kill female MCs like a chicken hawk
It's Bumpy Knuckles, baby, ha!

(Can you, feel me?)
Can ya feel me, nigga?!?
Can ya feel me, nigga?!?
(Freddie Foxxx, Bumpy Knux)
It's Bumpy Knux, nigga what?
Come on!
(Can you, can you, hear me?)
Can you hear me motherfucker?!?
I'm talking to you!
(Cuz I am in...side your head)

(Can you, feel me?)
Can ya feel me, nigga?!?
Can ya feel me, nigga?!?
(Freddie Foxxx, Bumpy Knux)
It's Bumpy Knux, nigga what?
Come on!
(Can you, can you, hear me?)
Can you hear me motherfucker?!?
I'm talking to you!
(Cuz I am in...side your head)

Yeah
Turn it up
That's right
For my niggas
Here we go

[Verse 1]
Some real niggas have gone away... never to return
Stay forever on wax 'cause the mics they burn
Outta sight, outta mind, never does it mean outta might, outta rhyme
So I return to make it hot for those who cannot
Smile down on me niggas, while I rock the spot
Is there heaven for a nice emcee
Crushin all these suckers dear God don't be mad with me
I don't mean to hurt nobody, I just wanna rock the party
And give you a taste of what's left, before I see death
Watch a nigga back, 'cause I don't trust nobody
Left hand hold the mic, and right bust the shottie
Sendin angels to guide me through, in the white drop top
When they ride me through
When I hit the pearly gates, will they take my tax
Will they let me rock the mic, will the beats be phat
Will the rappers write they own rhymes up in that piece
Will the fakes get locked by the cop police
Or will I have to deal with A&R's who don't got no say
I hope it don't be that way, tell me

HOOK 2X:
Who Knows Why
The reasons we live and the reasons we die
You can't figure this one, so why try
God help my soul as I testify
And I wont lie

[Verse 2]
Now as I'm lookin in the mirror I see myself
Handsome with attitude, so momma gratitude
I put the pressure on emcees
I make it hard for ya, with total, disregard for ya
This rap shit is raw not to be touched
The ingredients if tampered with, could get you f**ked up
No one knows this secret I hold like Moses
Given at birth, now what it's worth, it's more than a million six
Let me spit it to you niggas, while my rhyme exists
Listen, separate the real from the wishin
If you bust at me and miss, you gon end up missin
'cause on these rap niggas styles I be shittin, pissin
Leave you niggas lookin dumb like two niggas kissin
I'm the true hardcore underground messiah
I'm the kinda nigga street thugs can admire
You never see me gettin robbed, jumped down and whipped out
Or cryin 'bout a deal with no money, flipped out
I get off my ass and make it happen
I'll stick up the world if I aint rappin
So why do I exist, tell me

HOOK

[Verse 3]
May Allah shine down on any emcee
That'll stand on stage and hold a mic with me
May he give you all the flow of the ocean water
And some nice hand skills to prevent slaughter
My lyrics painful like bullets from a rusty tech
Bumpy Knucks, nigga what, and you must respect
All the true shit that I reflect
Niggas know I exist only to wreck
Won't let the verse loosen til you sign the check
I won't be fussin at ya, but bustin at ya
I treat all my rhymes like they devines
Niggas spot me like a UFO
I turn my mic on and resurrect the livest flow
So if you askin me, why am I here
To clarify hip hop loud and clear
Real niggas, tell me

HOOK

Yeah
"Industry Shakedown"
I call this one
The Industry Shakedown
Word up
Uh huh
"Industry Shakedown"
Now the reason I call it... the Industry Shakedown
Is cuz alot of niggas have fucked up
"Word up, Industry Shakedown"
Now what I mean by fucked up is
They don't wanna see the game played right
"Word up, word up"
So me and my nigga Pete Rock
gon show y'all how to play the game right
"Get ready for the Industry Shakedown"
"Word up, word up"
Word up, word up"

[Verse 1]
Uh, uh
I can't stop rockin I was born to keep it hot
Fought through miles of pain just to get what I got
Without crying, took mad shots without dying
Man they know when I'm in town mad heads start flyin
Who ever thought that I would be dealt the hand
That would make me the most feared lyrical man
Ask Tone how it feel not to be able to sleep
I was layin on him in his dream squeezing on the heat
I kept the pressure on him, now, I'm Universal
Now he played this money game called hand, reversal
I remember when I thought that I could rock at Def Jam
While I was watching other niggas caught up in a def scam
I remember when I stepped to Lyor, I should've blown him
Cuz that cracker been a crook, ever since I first known him
Thought I'd sale to Atlantic
But there's niggas workin for 'em that'll sink the whole label
Like the fucking Titanic
What I gotta do is run some dick up in Sylvia Rhone
So she can hear Bumpy rockin on this microphone
Maybe I can Elektra - fy her brain
Show her how I take love and turn it to pain
I never been an ass kisser
I call it if it's right, if rappers aint gay or dikes
Then they unpluggin your mic
My shit is cordless, I'm thugged out and wild as shit
And I'm comin for my crown, it's Bumpy Knuckles baby
And it's... [scratches]
The Industry Shakedown

"Word up, word up"
Ha!
"Word up, word up"
"Ready for the Industry Shakedown"
Yeah!
"Word up, word up"
"Industry Shakedown"
"Word up, word up"
That's right nigga
Me and my nigga Pete Rock gon show you motherfuckers how to shake it down
You ready for this one? Check it out

[Verse 2]
When I spit hot potato, I was peepin Tommy Boy
But didn't wanna be the the next act that they would destroy
See labels be all on your dick, when they see you have some paper
But I flip the game, cuz I pull the capers
Got way more nut, than date rapers
You better be tryin to get yourself an office
Way on top of that skyscraper
I bring the ruckus, your money lookin proper
Have you ever been stuck up by a hardcore hip hopper
Forgot ya signed to Cappa, a real Donnie Brasco
A nigga wit mics and tape recorders, all up in his asshole
Speakin of police, I found a Interscope
And when I looked through the hole what I saw was dope
I saw a new nigga, sittin behind a big desk
Wit a big head and a big chest
And a big belly, talkin on a celly
Hatin real players, cuttin niggas throats
Like he was tryin to be the mayor
Then some niggas rushed in, punched him in his mouth
Threw him down on the floor and started stompin him out
Screamin fuck Steve Stoute, serve street justice
Cryin on the floor wit your lip all busted
You went out like a pussy, fuck the dough you got
Cuz wit all that money nigga, you still can't buy a heart
Only gangstas play the part
I'm still around, to bring you, the Industry Shakedown

Ha!
"Word up, word up"
To the Pete Rock, and you don't stop
To the Pete Rock, and you don't stop
My nigga Pete Rock, and you don't stop

[Verse 3]
I never felt like I should have to hold back anything I say
So I make the kinda records Red Alert don't play
Because I flow too hard, my voice is penetratin
Or maybe your crate needs renovatin, I'm used to hatin
That's why I'm hockey on you niggas, stickin and skatin
I heard about the Blaze Battle, they asked me to be in it
But to not consider me one of the 50 great
So I reviewed my tapes, figured my position
Sat and thought for a minute, grabbed the phone and said listen
I sell less records than some niggas out wit a deal
Gettin more cash and all my diamonds is real
And you want me to battle for a Rolie, that I'ma take anyway
Better leave me the fuck alone Bumpy Knucks don't play
It made me laugh when I think about how Gary Harris
Tried to play me than got fired and all fuckin embarrassed
Fly shit is that he saw me, wit a smile, at a club
Reached to shake my fuckin hand and, brought back a nub
All them temporary spots will be filled time again
You can hate me now but I will rhyme again
Fall down climb again, more wild, more corrupt
Still spittin more shit, more fire, more abrupt
And I'll never put my two guns down
Why's that
Cuz I need 'em... for the Industry Shakedown

"Word up, word up"
C'mon!
"Word up, word up"
Yeah!
"Industry Shakedown"
That's right
That's what the fuck I call, a Industry Shakedown
"Word up, word up"
And it's a lotta motherfuckers out there that I didn't name in this
Motherfucking song but I tell you this much
"Get ready for the Industry Shakedown"
Don't think I forgot motherfuckers, cuz I reserve my options
It's Bumpy Knuckles baby, ha
"Word up, word up"
And the Chocolate Boy Wonder
I show you niggas a fast way, to six feet

(feat. M.O.P.)

Ayo, turn the, turn the music up some more
In the headphones for me
Check it out [c'mon!]
You ready, it's Bumpy Knuckles baby
Sendin this out to my niggas
All them hardcore street corner, wilders
Ha, ha, Freddie Foxxx baby
That's right, Diamond D baby

[Verse 1]
Whoever thought that I'd be Mr. lyrical flows nice
Like sunsets on the Rio Grande
Grantin after sisters checkin out they can can
My lyrical ability keeps them real niggas
That listen to hip hop feelin me
I keep it underground, sound's a buck China
Even in Japan they know, I'm the ultimate
Spit at me verse, like it's my last one
Slow ones, fast ones, I blast past the fake ass ones
You see, I don't think no nigga's nicer than me
I'm not conceited, that's how I read it, these niggas heated
I dissect your verses like science class frogs
I see your rap records is swine, like hogs
Now cipher, that's like turnin down Janet for Michelle Pfeiffer
See Freddie Foxxx aint wit that
My shit is hotter than cayenne pepper, the mic wrecker
The lethal weapon, I keep you high steppin
It's not my fault that niggas listen to me
And wanna rob shit, cuz I do my motherfuckin job kid
If you a thug then you recognize what you see before you
Eyes and ears said Freddie Foxxx is here
I been waitin it, doin it, sayin it
Rollin by my motherfuckin self with my burner cocked slayin it
And I aint seen nothing that could make me believe
There'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 zone
Leave Bumpy alone! Bumpy get it on
Bumpy spit chrome, Bumpy hold a throne
Now, Bumpy bring it home!

[Verse 2]
I wear Rolex watches and alligator shoes
Where niggas thought devil jeans was the big news
I had fifty miles on my brand new Benz in '89
When you wanted me to critique your rhyme
It just was all right
Niggas brought rappers to me, for approval
Now I give you sixteen bars, for removal
I punch you in your temple make you stagger like Yeltsin
Over hand right to the brain is what you felt son
Then I take off my belt son
Show you what a whippin is, what a true real mic rippin is
You fake niggas can't make it hard for real niggas cuz
There's no defense for the truth so what the deal nigga
No matter who tell it, real niggas always prevail
Just like a fake nigga always fail
Niggas livin in a fairy tale, until they get beef
Then he want peace, bitch, you just a rap pussy
You comin just a lyrical lunatic
I make it blacker than midnight at 12 O'Clock noon and shit
I keep rollin like the black Navi with them Micky Thompsons
Halogen lights, I keep my flow tight
The new Bumpy shit is like the new Jordans when they come out
Got emcees rappin wit they gun out
Memorize lyrics and I spit 'em to the needy
Send love to my nigga Tweety, and can you feel me

[HOOK]

[Verse 3]
I treat 'em like what stick up kids is to dark alleys
What's Slick Rick is to Bally's
What played out NY niggas is to Cali
Runnin from the ill shit
I do what record labels don't like, the real shit
Money is energy, I'm hyped up
Step on stage with that bullshit, get hair wiped up
I be up in your crib, with my two black sigs in your ribs
Takin everything you got to give
The black Robin Hood I rock for niggas that can't afford Rolies
Ride around and in tagged up stolies
I keep the truth like the Holy Qu'ran
Here's a game plan, ambush, best attack, hit off my man
I make you niggas listen to some lyrical shit
Some miracle shit, some empirical shit
Now I'm in flipmode, I got my gun in your brain
And make you run you ch ch ch cha ch ch ch cha chain
Bumpy plays no games, it's all real here
Can't get my gun in the club, I keep it real near
I'm harder than a bulletproof vest wrapped around a steel pole
Six shots all through your body like real soul
James Brown or the Meters
I'm gunnin for you no talent rap style eaters
When Diamond D blessed me I had to come rugged
Or unplug it, only true thugs can fuck shit

[HOOK]

Feel me, I bet you've never seen a nigga that get raw like me
Gun in your face, put niggas on the floor like me
Who go to war like me? Flip a whore like me?
Put the squeeze on rap competitors like me
Get less and make more like me
Hunt a nigga down like the Predator like me
Keep the Macs in the drawer like me
How many niggas really raw to the motherfucking hardcore like me?
It's Bumpy Knuckles baby, I got lyrical styles forever
My endevor is to smash you punk motherfuckers
I do it to young niggas, old niggas, rock niggas, soul niggas
Scared niggas, bold niggas, since '89 I told niggas
I'm still ripping with this timeless shit
While you niggas spit that offbeat rhyming shit
My life is full of hard times and shit
So all I rhyme about is whooping niggas asses and crime and shit

[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 sherm
Listen to Cold Crush and Grandmaster Caz spittin
Gettin somethin in that niggaz ain't now gettin; feel me
Remember everybody wanted to be "Peace, God, Divine"
Real niggaz kept they attributes, right through '99
Peace to the god Taheem, watching over me
White chariots and horses, get me over rough courses
While I silence those voices that doubted my ability
to rip, through these young ass niggaz
When I walk into the Lyricist Lounge, lyricists lounge
cause niggaz know that Bumpy Knucks'll tear this mutha down
Cause the rawest most illest shit, make up my sound
That's why I stay gettin money, like them niggaz uptown
I'm in your face - nigga whassup now
Fuck all that peacemakin bullshit
I heard you spit you like to pull shit
That's all bullshit, you keep your nine on some full shit
You say you bust it, that's BULLSHIT!
You know the illest MC that ever did it
The rawest nigga that ever chewed up rhymes and spit it
In the new millenium cities, watch what I do
I'm bout to save hip-hop like Ghost did the Wu

Chorus: Freddie Foxxx (repeat 2X)

For the DJ's, the rappers, the writers, the breakers
The movers, the shakers, the beat, the makers
What's stronger than hip-hop niggaz they can't take us
if we deal with the real, and shut down the fakers

[Freddie Foxxx]
I'm proud to be a black man in my existence, so fuck the Klan
I ain't blinded by your jewels and your million dollar checks
I'm always ready for whatever's next
My road in life ain't easy cause I'm complex
You know the real, nigga turnin these fake hard niggaz to grasshoppers
cause f'real here comes the realest, when I cock the manstoppers
I remember talkin to Big Poppa; he said "Foxxx, you the illest,"
(uhh) I make the realest nigga feel it
Got a little mob of niggaz I send to rob niggaz
Take all that fly jewelry, and give it to my moms
I keep the industry up in arms like Zack La Roche
cause they hate to see me comin, with this too black approach
Through the hardest time in hip-hop, I stayed afloat
So let me give the media some fly shit to quote
I'ma always be a nigga, lookin through your eyes
So nothin that you do to me should come as no surprise
I continue bein raw dog, puttin in work
I drown a bitch and get away, like my name was Captain Kirk
Motherfuckers wanna hear it raw, Bumpy make it hurt
Step on stage, rip the whole shit down and merc'

Chorus

[Freddie Foxxx]
What fucked you up is that I'm so nice and don't rehearse
On any record I'm the king of the third verse
It's +Strictly Business+, if it's +Personal+ I let you know
I hold your heart until the Lord tell me let you go
Don't need advice from no corny ass A&R that never filled a milk crate
with breakbeats, I keep it raw nigga straight street
To my comrades in L.A, L.A., L.A.
I still got the bulletproof - Pelle, Pelle, Pelle
Keep the music underground as I reiterate twice
Tell niggaz to they face, I thought you wasn't nice
Kick my ass? Nah, not likely; out mic me?
Not likely, stay on the sidelines like Spike Lee
Niggas know Bumpy like to flow all out
Microphone, gun in hands nigga, go all out
No exceptions to females I ride 'em giddyup
How bad I wanna fuck Brat, since she pushed them titties up
It's the underground sound that designs the street
Freddie Foxxx designed the rhyme, Premier designed the beat

Chorus

[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.."

[Freddie Foxxx]
Yeah, uh-huh, you ready?
It's Bumpy Knuckles baby, we tear this mothafucker down!
Welcome to the underground where hardcore niggas are found
We're beatin niggas down, make you world-reknown
Where street beef set off once, never forgiven
Where real niggas never give up, we fugitivin
That's how we be livin, where niggas vibe on the raw shit
Come out, your face fucked up and get your jaw split
Nigga, we pick your teeth up and put em on a string like bones
And send your punk ass home alone
I got stock in this microphone you innuendos
I get you beat the fuck up and played like Nintendo
Maybe smoke like the hydro endo, you niggas is hookers
I hit you wit the four pound tuckers
Have you ever seen a rap stampede?
Well bring em underground, and I'll run em down
You know my reputation, my voice over disco beats is violation
New York walk, New York talk
And when I blow you niggas dime, I use my own chalk
So watch what the fuck you say and what you do
For real, niggas bring it to you and your whole crew
Bring in baby, you ready?

[Chorus]
I got stock in this game
Got a bad reputation for bringin the glock to the game
You know my name
So if you ever come across me wrong
Just remember the words to this song

I be hearin mad MC's, I study your rhymes
And I noticed that you niggas is just wastin time
I don't take it to wack niggas, they self-destruct
I take it to nice niggas and FUCK THEM UP!
So the fact that you be shinin makes it even better for me
That just leaves more cheddar for me
I keep it blacker than Cadillacs in '69
Total eclispe your record and stole your shine
Sixteen bars of homemade moonshine rhyme
And I still had you mothafuckers payin me mine
Wassup, watch me snatch a hundred grand on you niggas
No tax while you loudmouth braggin-ass niggas fake jacks
Yeah I'm nice wit my mothafuckin hands
And I bust my heats, Freddie Foxxx celebrity box out the beats
My flow is so cold
Start a rainy day snowin, my voice fertilize your thoughts to start growin
It's Bumpy Knuckles and raw niggas incorporated
The real niggas love it, the fake niggas hate it
You mothafuckers ready for this? Check it out

Chorus 2x

I go one two three four five, I make it live
Simple-ass shit like that be soundin wack
But when I spit the lyrical terror that makes niggas hide they jewels
Wild niggas start cockin they tools
I got my ethics from the older school, if you wack then I spit it
Something to steal, I come get it
If Freddie Foxxx want beef, niggas ain't wit it
Some niggas wanna try my style but can't fit it
I be hearin niggas that sound like me
But ain't never ever really put it down like me
Plus them niggas ain't really underground like me
Street reputation, love town-to-town like me
You bitch-ass mothafuckers I squared off in the mainstream
World, actin like a mothafuckin girls
I wet you like a jheri curl and you'll explode like uranium
The only thing you'll have to fall back on is your cranium
You soft niggas could never be iller
Than the holemaker, holefiller
Bumpy Knucks keep it realer, the bloodspiller
Don't fuck wit a mothafuckin killer, TURN IT UP!

Chorus 2x
*on second time, last line is "THEN ALL YOU MOTHAFUCKERS'LL BE GONE"*

[Verse 1]
In the brightest of days, I can find the night
If I just close my eyes and I squeeze 'em tight
Second time in this life, see familiar territory
The hustle is my appetite the cash is my glory
I'm darker than midnight, I'm bright as in noon
Searchin for my melodies, follow the moon
Every city and town, that I run up in my travels
My game is like a earthquake, agitates the gravel
I put it down in Michigan, set it up sweet
Niggas used to call me second none Pete
I'm hard at the feet, I start the cream like scatter brave
Down in Cleveland, doin my thing they call me Don King
I came to New York, out of West VA.
They call me Shorty Locin, I'm deadly and I don't play
Like Willy Watson I fucked 'em and I knocked 'em
Straight askin bitches wasup, like Jesse Cook
Uh huh, in Alabama runnin Moonshine
I'm rap killer, you wouldn't find a iller hundred dollar biller
I'm number one in Augusta, like J.C.
Like little Herman from Pittsburgh you pay me
Like Zack Thomas and Frank Molten
I be the young nigga half the death, leave his ass floatin
Like Bumpy Johnson and beautiful rain
Without the street life I'd rather be dead, I swear I been here

HOOK:
Feel Like I Been There
I seen murder scenes, drugs I been here before
Send my blood to keep it raw, stay hardcore, c'mon, yeah
Feel Like I Been Here
I bust guns, push nines, and snuffed out lives
>From the south to the city only tryin to survive
Bigger than nine to five, I been here before
Bold and ready to die, I been here before
Cocked and ready to spit, I been here before
Names you shouldn't forget, they been here before, uh

[Verse 2]
I studied science, social studies, and math
At the school of hard knocks, if you follow the path
Aint nothin funny here son, so if you wanna laugh
Harlem World's red illin, I put three in your ass
Cuz it's more about this money even more than that
I'm tryin to spread it through my own hood, givin it back
Like Munky Jackson, I be back son
Cats are blast, screamin my mac, it's black son
Shit I keep it real nigga
I'm cold-blooded when I iceberg
Spittin game off my lips every word like none you never heard
Like little Willie from B-More
Uptown, Saturday night, little C-More
Ill like the Infamous I scare to death
Had them niggas up in Buffalo, holdin they breath
Malcolm X Boulevard pushin that P
Hoes callin me ferrels, and they smilin at me
That's what they wanna see, they call me ribbons up in Louisville
Gator wing tips, 44, two spare clips
In Chocolate City I was Catfish
Any nigga ever disrespect me, he get his head split
Like Reverend Mills and from Chi-Town
Can't nobody ever ever deny, how I laid it down
These mini games like souvenirs
Man I swear to everything that I am I know I been here
Uh huh, c'mon

HOOK

(feat. M.O.P.)

"I am not now, what I was yesterday..
and I am not now what I shall be tomorrow.."
"I mean, this shit is way out of control"
".. so you do yourself, an injustice, to judge me
by yesterday, when I have moved on.."

[Billy Danze]
Since it's a brand new year, I got a brand new attitude
and a brand new way to come at a dude (SALUTE!)
You remember the staff, that mastered the fine art
of lettin the nines bark on the ave (NOWWWW)
If you don't know me then don't act like you do
And if you plan to blow me, you bet' not act like you want to
(Criminal instincts!) I still got it
If a thick bitch try to throw a pick, I'll still spot it
(Glory and ??) Foxxx, I'm a survivor
I raise hell with a .25, to show you I'm live
Cousin - I put my hand on the good book, and overlook
the deepest crew, and split a motherfuckin throat
(It's the "Murder He Wrote") I stick to the plan,
I'm close to my fam - and I'm a very emotional man
I told you that Danze, was out of control
?? ?? ?? ?? ?? - the masta!

"People! People!"
"I am not now, what I was yesterday..
and I am not now what I shall be tomorrow.."
"This shit is way out of control"
".. so you do yourself, an injustice, to judge me
by yesterday, when I have moved on.."

[Lil' Fame]
C'mon! When the last time you seen a nigga that blast rhymes
on some rap ??, fill and bust the gat quick, fuck that shit
I'm the nigga you love to hate, the thug that wait
fo' yo' ass in the bushes with the AK-e
First I call yo' name, whisperin
Then I +LIFT+ yo' ass and have a snub-nose whistlin
You can think shit's sweet cause I rap
I still split a nigga head like a canteloupe
(BITCH!) and I'm dope
cause I master the shit, plaster the shit
A true hip-hop nigga, the last of the shit
Lil' Fame, B-K born, been doin this
since the days of B-D-K, and TJ Swan
Nigga you choose, when I do 'em boom so bash and bruise
and confuse 'em, wait a minute did I lose 'em?
I'ma put it down baby, fuck these kids
I will splash 'em and ask 'em who the fuck I is?
The masta!

"People! People!"
"I am not now, what I was yesterday..
and I am not now what I shall be tomorrow.."
"I mean, this shit is way out of control"
".. so you do yourself, an injustice, to judge me
by yesterday, when I have moved on.."

[Freddie Foxxx]
That's right..
My heart is colder than icicles in Poland
Niggaz hate to see when Bumpy get mad, what I be holdin
Try to shit on me I won't hesitate, blow out your colon
Never registered a gun that I had, I like them hot and stolen
And I don't leave no spares like I was bowlin
Strike a nigga chest, right in the pocket like Ryan - Nolan
And I'll run you down, stomp yo' ass, and leave you swollen
Pick up your cash, take all your burners and keep it rollin
Triple X raised, Bumpy, I be John Blaze
That venom shit that I've been spittin from, back in the days
Smashin MC's, countin the ways, you want it?
Blowin rappers up in bunches like, rap bouquets
I'm such a real nigga I take it to +Blaze+
and tell 'em make it "51 Greatest Niggaz of All Time"
or I shoot up the page
I'm still the nicest nigga, fuck my age
Hand to hand I whup yo' motherfuckin ass, live on stage
I never claim to be, somethin I'm not
I'm a thug, and I die with it, like it or not
All the real niggaz wild with me, feel my rhyme
Now who baldhead rules in ninety-nine?

[F] Who keep the real shit bangin in ya?
[M] The masta!
[F] Who take a block and start swangin with ya?
[M] The masta!
[F] Who still mic ready, send it to ya?
[M] The masta!
[F] Knuckle game tight, black and blue ya
[M] The masta!

"We need real niggaz to bring it back..
so this is what it comes down to huh?"
"I am not now, what I was yesterday..
and I am not now what I shall be tomorrow.."
"I mean, this shit is way out of control"
".. so you do yourself, an injustice, to judge me
by yesterday, when I have moved on.."
"We need real niggaz to bring it back..
so this is what it comes down to huh?"
"I am not now, what I was yesterday..
and I am not now what I shall be tomorrow.."

"I mean, this shit is way out of control"
".. so you do yourself, an injustice, to judge me
by yesterday, when I have moved on.."
"We need real niggaz to bring it back..