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Stock Aitken Waterman
Stock Aitken Waterman
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mike Stock
Mike Stock
Lyrics
Matt Aitken
Matt Aitken
Songwriter
Pete Waterman
Pete Waterman
Lyrics
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Stock Aitken Waterman
Stock Aitken Waterman
Producer
Mike Stock
Mike Stock
Producer

Lyrics

Hi, I'm Jona, Freddie Foxxx is my dad And I wanna say that all you rappers are wack Wordup, baby, yeah, you ready? It's Bumpy Knuckles, baby, we tear this motherfucker down Welcome to the underground where hardcore niggas are found We're beatin' niggas down, make you world renown 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 We will 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 And get you beat the fuck up and played like Nintendo Maybe smoke like the hydro, endo, you niggas is hookers I hit you with the four pound tuckers Have you ever seen a rap stampede? We'll 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? 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 MCs, 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 eclipse your record and stole your shine Sixteen bars of homemade moonshine rhyme And I still had you motherfuckers payin' me mine What's up? Watch me snatch a hundred grand on you niggas No tax while you loudmouth braggin' ass niggas fake jacks I'm nice with 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 motherfuckers ready for this? Check it out, here we go 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 got stock in the 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 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 Somethin' to steal, I come get it If Freddie Foxxx want beef, niggas ain't with 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 motherfuckers 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 hole maker Hole filler, Bumpy Knucks keep it realer, the blood spiller Don't fuck with a mothafuckin' killer, turn it up 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 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 Then all you motherfuckers will be gone, word 'em up Now, check it out, all you motherfuckers better know Baby, it's Bumpy Knuckles and I never die If half you niggas was really as you say you was We wouldn't have had no wars between the Coast But you niggas is bitches 'Cause when they did it to us we never did it to them So I'd do it to every motherfuckin' body, baby The lone soldier, Bumpy Knuckles, motherfucker You better watch your back, nigga, kill me
Writer(s): Pete Waterman, Matt Aitken, Mike Stock Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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