U Don't Wanna B.D.S.

Hahahahahahahahaha! [Freddie Foxxx] HA! Check it out! It's Bumpy Knuckles baby, also known as Freddie Foxxx That's right, and I came to check my niggas De La Soul See y'all niggas don't really wanna bust dat shit huh Yaknahmsayin? So I'mma show you niggas The super-laser-gamma-ultra-killa-nigga special You niggas ain't no killers You motherfuckers ain't gonna hurt nobody nigga You better keep rhymin nigga 'fore I smack the shit outta you you little fuckin sissy You niggas ain't real; that's right It's De La Soul baby, and Bumpy motherfuckin Knuckles baby Alright, c'mon on! [Maseo (?)] Check my stats, entire - apparat' Even from the days when I had to roll strapped Wonderin if I gotta go back to that Zest to rub records from rap and kick facts To tracks and stack, one (?) got kayed Yeah some got paid, some waved in the fades Fact of the matter my style will never fade Managin to keep it all A-grade So you can stay nourish and flourish with the truth (??) (??) some niggas I know If I need a mayday Bust some fuckin niggas tryin to play me cra-zay Causin interruptions to my big pay-day Playin with them guns make them fuckin lea-ry But if it's clear-ly Merely and surely and, how it's gotta be I got some thorough niggas that's ridin me So witcha bullshit I'm not buyin it B Don't come around thinkin you can try it with me Cause uhh.. Chorus: repeat 2X You don't wanna bust dat shit (uh-uhh) You don't wanna bust dat shit (no no) You don't wanna bust dat shit (uh-uhh) You don't wanna bust dat shit (no no!) You don't wanna bust dat shit (uh-uhh!) You don't wanna bust dat shit (NO NO!) You don't wanna bust dat shit (UH-UHH!) You don't wanna bust dat shit!! [Maseo (?)] Shick shick, CLIK-A-CLIK This is where my people headin at Innocent people are carryin gats Now what the fuck is all that? Is it cause times is live like a wire Gettin shock treated by the crossfire Ha-siyahh, burn bare well prepared To make my decision for my livin I ain't the one +Robin+ I'm the one +Given+ Hip-Hop driven, and willin to die for it When Scott LaRock died man I cried and shit Then some cats got rich callin a woman a bitch But ain't no woman like the one I got And if you call her a bitch well you might get (*BLAM*) And I know the feelings is mutual It's uncivilized and unsuitable Crips and bloods are recruitable Chorus [Freddie Foxxx] Ha ha, yeah you get the motherfuckin point, HUH? You niggas get the motherfuckin point, HUH? That's right so while you niggas is sittin up in central booking Crying like bitches, HUH? I'm in the motherfuckin holdin block Waitin for your sweet pussy punk ass And I'mma whoop the shit out of you For gettin on a fuckin record, actin like you a fuckin killer I'ma show you niggas what a motherfuckin killer's all about, HUH? You niggas ain't no motherfucking gangsters You don't wanna bust that motherfuckin shit punk I'll punch your whole chest cavity out faggot You ain't no real nigga, nigga I'll smack the shit out of you Cause you ain't a fuckin live nigga You sittin in central booking, cryin like a bitch Waitin for your father, to come bail you out And Freddie Foxxx don't play that shit nigga That's right, Bumpy Knuckles motherfucker And if you don't know, now you motherfuckin know And yo De La, check it out - it's your motherfuckin man And if any one of them niggas get sidewindin with you nigga Let me know, and I will send them niggas hot ones Like I'm a motherfuckin Mexican - feel me on that one HUH? Cause them niggas know me nigga Believe me nigga they know me The motherfuckin troublemaker, that's right And De La Soul, is rollin with Bump' Knux' nigga So WHAT?!?!! Tell me, WHAT?!?!?!