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