Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Scram , by - DJ Jazzy Jeff. Song from the album Rock Wit U, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 13.10.2002
Record label: Bbe
Song language: English
Scram |
| Yo, now its time |
| I want everybody to listen |
| Come on |
| Cause when I get on the mic and do my thing |
| You need to listen |
| Reach out and feel this |
| Check it out |
| Rockin is a state of mind for niggas who really do it |
| Leavin suckaz behind and can’t pull through it |
| You cut a throat to do better than niggas doing better |
| But you can’t cut the neck of the second letter |
| U MP knucks rappers get swung like chucks |
| Niggas swearing that he nice when he really suck |
| And yo Ruk why do rappers say they thugs and gangstas |
| When they halloween dressin up nigga panty hose |
| Acting like he hard with them new edition candy girl flow |
| Im funky like George Sir Nose |
| I’m real like tax time you try to escape |
| I clamp down on your real estate and your fake estate |
| That means everything rented borrowed stolen |
| And anything you might be holdin |
| I Come like ?? |
| it us |
| Under pressure bussin. |
| Philly soul reaching |
| Bumpy heart touching |
| Jazzy like jeff nigga I’m not a giraffe |
| Im bumpy abdu jamal I clap you fast |
| And be dead centre chest like the gold medallion |
| That hangs around a neck on a old italian |
| Scram kid your new to me you bother (that's right its bumpy knuckles) |
| Cause I know you niggas really ain’t thugs |
| You trying to be hardcore but you really not |
| I’ll write your eulogy you bother me (that's right) |
| It’ll be no help from family or friends |
| Nobody can really help you now |
| Here I am the real emcee |
| Writing off sucka emcees like I’m dmc |
| Little killers in the bm 3 |
| Follow Bumpy in the black 600 with the 1 2 V |
| I meant V12 but wherever I dwell |
| They’ll bust for me in heaven they bust for me from hell |
| Cause I’m still hot any rapper I fear not |
| I give it to you raw like my pops was gil scott |
| Mama was jill scott |
| Humming melodies |
| My head on her chest feeling the bass in her breast |
| Time nor space exists for the man |
| That knows the eternal |
| Don’t make me return you |
| You can pull it out |
| Wave it no doubt |
| But before you bust it off |
| Heres one to think about |
| Come to bumpy get your heart tested |
| If you pass you’ll be passing out |
| I’m blasting in and I’m blasting out |
| Scram kid your new to me you bother me (that's right) |
| Cause I know yall niggas really ain’t thugs |
| You trying to be hardcore but you’re not (your not) |
| I’ll write your eulogy you bother me |
| It’ll be no help from family or friends |
| Nobody can really help you now (come on) |
| I’m more convinced now than on a part on my life |
| That I’m a die with rhyming kids and a rhyming wife |
| I’m a body every nigga that ever did me trife |
| That’s word to great grand grandma indian and her carving knife |
| I’m power in its finest hour ask queen latifah |
| Whose the hardest rap gansgta that she’ll ever speak ta |
| You better check my record |
| Matter fact check my album industry shook down |
| Niggas is shook now |
| Its time for revolution |
| Cause I see booty its wax prostitution |
| 'Im the chairmen of busting niggas with chairs |
| Cracking niggas heads open with heineken beers |
| Most people see my shadow black and wide |
| But can’t see my heart black with pride |
| Cause you got a devil inside |
| Plotting for the spot where the late great biggie reside |
| I be a father like big chuck |
| Raising my son and keep the enemy close |
| And bust their gun |
| I step to a few niggas and made em all one |
| With a 16 shot beretta that I call fun |
| Music must reflect the time time reflect the music |
| The shorty come correct if you next to use it |
| From lil bow wow to lil zane |
| I told this to kane’s brother little daddy shane |
| I always spit a nigga name |
| And hope to god he answer then I get all in his body |
| Like a nasty cancer |
| I take honour and pride in the mic and I fight for it |
| Like it was a civil rights baby |
| Scram kid your new to me you bother (bumpy knuckles) |
| Cause I know yall niggas really ain’t thugs |
| You trying to be hardcore but you really not (not baby) |
| I’ll write your eulogy you bother me |
| It’ll be no help from family or friends nobody can really help you now |
| Scram kid your new to me you bother |
| Cause I know you niggas really ain’t thugs |
| You trying to be hardcore but you really not (your not) |
| I’ll write your eulogy you bother me |
| It’ll be no help from family or friends nobody can really help you now |
| Lets go |