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It is no 1999...
And I live in a of one track minds...
Where the industry feeds us design...
That mcs that cannot rhyme...
For ten I waited to make my move...
Now we'll see who'll win, and lose...
And if I had to my word...
Say this'll be the realest shit you ever heard...
I been watching, afar...
I know where you live, I who you are...
is my only scar...
And so my heart bleeds dark, tar...
So I treat my today like they'll be enemies tomorrow...
So when they die, have no sorrow...
Just remember you decide to cross...
'cause if your door knocked on you get knocked off

Who's that six foot bald nigga new york
With the gangsta walk, the gangsta
to find 'em and kill 'em
I'm wildin', I'm
I don't give a fuck about you, and that's my
I'm in a brand new house chillin
With shoeboxes of hundred dollar nigga spillin
Trainin the baddest bitch, givin her the
While you in the tunnel know you pussy ice grillin
Man a bitch must really be fufillin
'cause alotta niggas bein soft just chillin
Scenario, gun in your mouth run the platinum watch with the link
Bracelet and the necklace
And I'm too shiny v vs glowin in ear
New gun, new jewels, new album new
Niggas they bigger than the game
I got news for you *willy*, take it back to philly
So you can find your roots, fuck braggin on your
you ain't that hard
And a nigga can't no money layin in the graveyard
Omigod, it really you
This can't be the same motherfucker foxxx who
I really feel his lyrics, I love all his
I thought we was cool, you think he's hard to find
I rip in dark alleys
As a kid got knowledge the gods at the rally
I on the game like ballies
And show ten how to stack it up, get money, new york to cali
Where a nigga to play me like a sally
So I shot him in his new denali and him to the valley
I him out the car and let him scally
Fuck that nigga, tryin to play me like he
In japan I'm ten figures
American, open the door and let in
I break my silence, after ten years of supressing my
You was my man I gave you
Every time I pulled up and get you in the again
We can never be again
You brought me tears when you took my hand off for seven long years
Now back and corrupt
Driving new gs 400s, new jags, and new
You should see the bad that he fuck
While your look skinny like a smoked out daffy duck
Niggas are real ain't n b high
You niggas got no balls and won't die
I'm a certified killer, with in the game*
marks on my hands from the glocks with the flame
Bumpy is my rap name, when I write rhymes I
And think about my nigga
Alotta label motherfuckers'll be
You with my money is like fuckin with my head
Tryin to take my buttered
Niggas shit, so I'm down with you kane
Any realness, you ready feel this
I don't nothing, nothing at all
So mr. steve rifkind, expect my
Niggas owe me for my rhymes, I come to
Over fifteen dollars, I'll snap fuckin neck
And don't pay me in no fuckin
If you don't want me to the meaning of disrespect
When I'm in this game, I'll be swimming in my yard
Not at the radio station, for a job
Too many feel me spittin on a record
To be broke and homeless, and naked
I represent the real grimy
Of thugged out gun slinging criminal
shoot up your party and chill at mine
'cause they know I got love for real niggas, nine to nine the mind
Just remember why you like you more that 24 hrs ahead
In 24 hrs you'll be
be dead