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You R&B, man that's hardly rap\nYou lost the beat, man you bought a map\nMatter fact, here's my next rap, borrow that\nBeen off the street too long, I want my corner back\n\nYou ain't a player, you a armchair quarterback\nYou ride the beat like side streets on a flat\nDon't play dumb, I know where you came from\nYou only seen slugs buddy after the rain come\n\nKeep it subtle, Trademarc got you bitch\nLike babies suckin' tits talkin' 'bout mami let's cuddle\nIt's gon' be what it's gon' be, you duck down\nA quiet cat with a violent rap, what now?\n\nA yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop\nWe keep on, once the cops are gone\nThis is real street spit you best be warned\nTell your favorite MC the mic is on\nA yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop\nWe keep on, once the cops are gone","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.02] Y'all know the rep, yeah, listen\n[00:14.08] My name is Bumpy Knuckles, I write that fuckin' flame\n[00:16.28] And kill for the right price, I got a buckin' name\n[00:19.10] My forty caliber too fresh, stuck in aim\n[00:22.30] We roll like 18 wheelers in the truckin' game\n[00:24.46] I'm nice with mics there's nothin' more I like\n[00:26.73] Than to paralyze your left side and leave you all right\n[00:29.66] I be layin' front of your crib with Tec-y all night\n[00:32.52] Tryin' to get them 9 millimeters loaded up tight, listen\n[00:35.45] I'm like a Cadillac, I write a battle rap\n[00:38.05] So smooth contest you'll be out of that\n[00:40.78] Y'all know the beef is stewin', that Bumpy came to ruin\n[00:43.47] You may be signed but you don't know what the fuck you doin'\n[00:46.16] I make aight hot, I make dope raw\n[00:48.77] And send you higher than a long colt four-four\n[00:51.56] You know the only rap pimp that kept a ho poor\n[00:54.32] And slam a fool on his back and break the whole floor\n[00:57.31] A yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop\n[00:59.25] We keep on, once the cops are gone\n[01:02.04] This is real street spit you best be warned\n[01:04.68] Tell your favorite MC the mic is on\n[01:07.25] A yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop\n[01:09.59] We keep on, once the cops are gone\n[01:13.02] It's the J, daddy, not Hov' or Jam Master\n[01:15.98] My mic is correct, but y'all know the hands faster\n[01:18.34] See you bitch rappers I'm attackin' the pile\n[01:20.89] Y'all be cryin' foul 'cause I'm hackin' your style\n[01:23.45] I make sure you and your man's done\n[01:26.13] When I see y'all both drop, I'm the cat screamin', \"And1\"\n[01:28.87] You see me on the team dog you know the game's over\n[01:31.57] Stones on my wrist and a chip on my shoulder\n[01:34.15] Sixteens cashin' in on another hot beat\n[01:37.06] Go cop me a drop with the butterscotch seats\n[01:39.66] And we better not meet, if we do you gon' see a change\n[01:42.65] Make sure you whole face gettin' rearranged\n[01:45.96] We rollin' up in the blacked out truck dog\n[01:48.42] It's Freddie Foxxx, now you deal with Corrupt Mob\n[01:50.89] It's gas on the fire, any time a track blaze\n[01:53.63] Squad known to beef up the heat, just like the Shaq trade\n[01:56.45] This my 9 to 5, this ain't no hobby cat\n[01:59.24] Copycat killers bite styles, my rhyme piles is heavy\n[02:01.78] Give me a beat, man, I'll body that\n[02:04.43] Spittin' that heat street raps man they nod to that\n[02:07.72] What you smilin' at? You R&B, man that's hardly rap\n[02:10.54] You lost the beat, man you bought a map\n[02:12.60] Matter fact, here's my next rap, borrow that\n[02:15.08] Been off the street too long, I want my corner back\n[02:17.77] You ain't a player, you a armchair quarterback\n[02:20.42] You ride the beat like side streets on a flat\n[02:23.03] Don't play dumb, I know where you came from\n[02:25.72] You only seen slugs buddy after the rain come\n[02:28.41] Keep it subtle, Trademarc got you bitch\n[02:31.09] Like babies suckin' tits talkin' 'bout mami let's cuddle\n[02:33.41] It's gon' be what it's gon' be, you duck down\n[02:36.63] A quiet cat with a violent rap, what now?\n[02:39.37] A yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop\n[02:41.35] We keep on, once the cops are gone\n[02:44.42] This is real street spit you best be warned\n[02:47.02] Tell your favorite MC the mic is on\n[02:50.18] A yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop\n[02:52.49] We keep on, once the cops are gone\n[02:56.00] 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You R&B, man that's hardly rap\nYou lost the beat, man you bought a map\nMatter fact, here's my next rap, borrow that\nBeen off the street too long, I want my corner back\n\nYou ain't a player, you a armchair quarterback\nYou ride the beat like side streets on a flat\nDon't play dumb, I know where you came from\nYou only seen slugs buddy after the rain come\n\nKeep it subtle, Trademarc got you bitch\nLike babies suckin' tits talkin' 'bout mami let's cuddle\nIt's gon' be what it's gon' be, you duck down\nA quiet cat with a violent rap, what now?\n\nA yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop\nWe keep on, once the cops are gone\nThis is real street spit you best be warned\nTell your favorite MC the mic is on\nA yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop\nWe keep on, once the cops are gone","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.74] Y'all know the rep, yeah, listen\n[00:13.54] My name is Bumpy Knuckles, I write that fuckin' flame\n[00:15.35] And kill for the right price, I got a buckin' name\n[00:18.96] My forty caliber too fresh, stuck in aim\n[00:20.77] We roll like 18 wheelers in the truckin' game\n[00:23.47] I'm nice with mics there's nothin' more I like\n[00:26.18] Than to paralyze your left side and leave you all right\n[00:28.90] I be layin' front of your crib with Tec-y all night\n[00:31.60] Tryin' to get them 9 millimeters loaded up tight, listen\n[00:35.22] I'm like a Cadillac, I write a battle rap\n[00:37.92] So smooth contest you'll be out of that\n[00:40.63] Y'all know the beef is stewin', that Bumpy came to ruin\n[00:43.35] You may be signed but you don't know what the fuck you doin'\n[00:46.05] I make aight hot, I make dope raw\n[00:48.76] And send you higher than a long colt four-four\n[00:50.56] You know the only rap pimp that kept a ho poor\n[00:54.17] And slam a fool on his back and break the whole floor\n[00:55.98] A yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop\n[00:58.69] We keep on, once the cops are gone\n[01:01.39] This is real street spit you best be warned\n[01:04.10] Tell your favorite MC the mic is on\n[01:06.81] A yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop\n[01:09.52] We keep on, once the cops are gone\n[01:12.22] It's the J, daddy, not Hov' or Jam Master\n[01:14.93] My mic is correct, but y'all know the hands faster\n[01:17.65] See you bitch rappers I'm attackin' the pile\n[01:20.35] Y'all be cryin' foul 'cause I'm hackin' your style\n[01:23.06] I make sure you and your man's done\n[01:25.77] When I see y'all both drop, I'm the cat screamin', \"And1\"\n[01:28.48] You see me on the team dog you know the game's over\n[01:31.19] Stones on my wrist and a chip on my shoulder\n[01:33.89] Sixteens cashin' in on another hot beat\n[01:36.60] Go cop me a drop with the butterscotch seats\n[01:39.31] And we better not meet, if we do you gon' see a change\n[01:42.03] Make sure you whole face gettin' rearranged\n[01:44.72] We rollin' up in the blacked out truck dog\n[01:47.44] It's Freddie Foxxx, now you deal with Corrupt Mob\n[01:50.15] It's gas on the fire, any time a track blaze\n[01:52.86] Squad known to beef up the heat, just like the Shaq trade\n[01:55.56] This my 9 to 5, this ain't no hobby cat\n[01:58.29] Copycat killers bite styles, my rhyme piles is heavy\n[02:01.89] Give me a beat, man, I'll body that\n[02:03.71] Spittin' that heat street raps man they nod to that\n[02:06.42] What you smilin' at? 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