Stock in the Game

[Freddie Foxxx] Yeah, uh-huh, you ready? It's Bumpy Knuckles baby, we tear this mothafucker down! Welcome to the underground where hardcore niggas are found We're beatin niggas down, make you world-reknown 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 Nigga, we 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 I get you beat the fuck up and played like Nintendo Maybe smoke like the hydro endo, you niggas is hookers I hit you wit the four pound tuckers Have you ever seen a rap stampede? Well 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? [Hook] 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 MC's, 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 eclispe your record and stole your shine Sixteen bars of homemade moonshine rhyme And I still had you mothafuckers payin me mine Wassup, watch me snatch a hundred grand on you niggas No tax while you loudmouth braggin-ass niggas fake jacks Yeah I'm nice wit 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 mothafuckers ready for this? Check it out Chorus 2x 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 Something to steal, I come get it If Freddie Foxxx want beef, niggas ain't wit 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 mothafuckers 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 holemaker, holefiller Bumpy Knucks keep it realer, the bloodspiller Don't fuck wit a mothafuckin killer, TURN IT UP! Chorus 2x *on second time, last line is "THEN ALL YOU MOTHAFUCKERS'LL BE GONE"* [Outro] Now check it out All you motherfuckers better know, baby It's Bumpy Knuckles, and I never die If half you niggas was real as you say you was We wouldn't have had no wars between the coasts Niggas is bitches Cause when they did it to us, we never did it to them So I do it to every motherfucking body, baby The lone soldier, Bumpy Knuckles, motherfucker Watch your back, nigga Kill me