Know The Rep |
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Know The Rep Lyrics |
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 (feat. Bumpy Knuckles (Freddie Foxxx))[Freddie Foxxx a.k.a. Bumpy Knuckles] Hahahaha... Y`all know the rep, yeah, listen My name is Bumpy Knuckles, I write that fuckin flame And kill for the right price I got a buckin name My forty caliber too fresh, stuck in aim We roll like 18 wheelers in the truckin game I`m nice with mics there`s nothin more I like than to paralyze your left side and leave you all right I be layin front of your crib with Tec-y all night Tryin to get them 9 millimeters loaded up tight, listen I`m like a Cadillac, I write a battle rap so smooth contest you`ll be out of that Y`all know the beef is stewin, that Bumpy came to ruin You may be signed but you don`t know what the fuck you doin I make aight hot, I make dope raw And send you higher than a long Colt four-four You know the only rap pimp that kept a ho poor And slam a fool on his back and break the whole floor [Chorus: Bumpy Knuckles] A yes yes y`all, and you don`t stop We keep on, once the cops are gone This is real street spit you best be warned Tell your favorite MC the mic is on A yes yes y`all, and you don`t stop We keep on, once the cops are gone [John Cena] Yeah, yeah It`s the J daddy, not Hov` or Jam Master My mic is correct, but y`all know the hands faster See you bitch rappers I`m attackin the pile Y`all be cryin foul cause I`m hackin your style I make sure you and your mans done When I see y`all both drop, I`m the cat screamin And1 You see me on the team dog you know the game`s over Stones on my wrist, and a chip on my shoulder Sixteens cashin in on another hot beat Go cop me a drop with the butterscotch seats And we better not meet, if we do you gon` see a change Make sure you whole FACE gettin rearranged We rollin up in the blacked out truck dog It`s Freddie Foxxx, now you deal with Corrupt Mob It`s gas on the fire, any time a track blaze Squad known to beef up the Heat, just like the Shaq trade [Tha Trademarc] This my 9 to 5, this ain`t no hobby cat Copycat killers bite styles, my rhyme piles is heavy Give me a beat, man I`ll body that Spittin that heat street raps man they nod to that What you smilin at? You R&B, man that`s hardly rap You lost the beat, man you bought a map Matter fact, here`s my next rap, borrow that Been off the street too long, I want my corner back You ain`t a player, you a armchair quarterback You ride the beat like side streets on a flat Don`t play dumb, I know where you came from You only seen slugs buddy after the rain come Keep it subtle, Trademarc got you bitch like babies suckin tits talkin `bout mami let`s cuddle It`s gon` be what it`s gon` be, you duck down A quiet cat with a violent rap, what now? [Chorus] |
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