Текст (слова) песни: Freddie Foxxx (Bumpy Knuckles) - 24 Hrs

 
Intro: 
It is no longer 1999... 
And I live in a world of one track minds... 
Where the industry feeds us fashion design... 
That creates MCs that cannot rhyme... 
For ten years I waited to make my move... 
Now we`ll see who`ll win, and who`ll lose... 
And if I had to state my word... 
Say this`ll probably be the realest shit you ever heard... 
I been watching, from afar... 
I know where you live, I know who you are... 
Redemption is my only scar... 
And so my heart bleeds dark, like tar... 
So I treat my friends today like they`ll be enemies tomorrow... 
So when they die, I`ll have no sorrow... 
Just remember those you decide to cross... 
Cuz if your door gets knocked on you get knocked off 
 
Verse: 
Who`s that six foot bald nigga from New York 
With the gangsta walk, the gangsta talk 
Thrillin to find `em and kill `em 
I`m wildin`, I`m illin 
I don`t give a fuck about you, and that`s my feelin 
I`m in a brand new house nigga chillin 
With shoeboxes of hundred dollar bills nigga spillin 
Trainin the baddest bitch, givin her the drillin 
While you hangin in The Tunnel know you pussy ice grillin 
Man bein a bitch must really be fufillin 
Cuz alotta niggas happy bein soft just chillin 
Scenario, gun in your mouth run the platinum watch with the cuban link 
Bracelet and the matching necklace 
And I`m too shiny V Vs glowin in your ear 
New gun, new jewels, new album new year 
Niggas think they bigger than the game 
I got news for you *Willy*, let`s take it back to Philly 
So you can find your roots, fuck braggin on your loot 
Nigga you aint that hard 
And a nigga can`t spend no money layin in the graveyard 
Omigod, it really shocks you 
This can`t be the same motherfucker Freddie Foxxx who 
I really feel his lyrics, I love all his rhymes 
I thought that we was cool, you think he`s hard to find 
I rip in dark posin alleys 
As a kid got knowledge from the gods at the rally 
I slip on the game like Ballies 
And show ten hoes how to stack it up, get money, New York to Cali 
Where a nigga tried to play me like a sally 
So I shot him in his new DeNali and drove him to the valley 
I pushed him out the car and let him scally 
Fuck that nigga, tryin to play me like he bigger 
In Japan I`m worth ten figures 
American, open the door and let Derek in 
I break my silence, after ten years of supressing my violence 
You was my man I gave you benjamins 
Every time I pulled up and get you in the Benz again 
We can never be friends again 
You brought me tears when you took my right hand off for seven long years 
Now he`s back and corrupt 
Driving new GS 400s, new Jags, and new trucks 
You should see the bad bitches that he fuck 
While your girl look skinny like a smoked out Daffy Duck 
Niggas are real this aint N B HIGH 
You niggas aint got no balls and won`t die 
I`m a certified killer, with *Stock in the Game* 
Burn marks on my hands from the glocks with the flame 
Bumpy is my rap name, when I write rhymes I hydroplane 
And think about my nigga Kane 
Alotta label motherfuckers`ll be dead 
You fuckin with my money is like fuckin with my head 
Tryin to take my buttered bread 
Niggas aint shit, so I`m down with you Kane 
Any time realness, you ready feel this 
I don`t forget nothing, nothing at all 
So Mr. Steve Rifkind, expect my call 
Niggas owe me for my rhymes, I come to collect 
Over fifteen dollars, I`ll snap your fuckin neck 
And don`t pay me in no fuckin check 
If you don`t want me to teach the meaning of disrespect 
When I`m finished in this game, I`ll be swimming in my yard 
Not at the radio station, looking for a job 
Too many niggas feel me spittin on a record 
To be broke and homeless, and outside naked 
I represent the real grimy masses 
Of thugged out gun slinging criminal asses 
That shoot up your party and chill at mine 
Cuz they know I got love for real niggas, nine to nine there`s the mind 
Just remember why you frontin like you more that 24 Hrs ahead 
In 24 Hrs you`ll be DEAD 
You`ll be DEAD
 

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