[Kool Keith]
See.. you play around too f**in much
(How many people you got hurt?)
You ain't learned your lesson yet
(You ain't learned your f**in lesson)
You still playin and f**in around
That's all you doin, you playin f**in around
Youse a little b**h..
Youse a b**h-a** n***a, smack your f**in skullies off
You n***as ain't learned a f**in lesson yet?
Count your blessing yet, publicity got you mixed up
And Keith's f**ed your whole million dollar aura
Clean cut or thugged out, I don't give a f**
n***as with that champagne sh**
f**in with me, you'll earn a job in the cleaners
Givin motherf**ers a permanent crease
We don't do Entertainment Tonight, Rosie O'Donn-ell
Piss on n***as like you and take your video models
Straight to Church's Chicken, and f**in McDonald's
f** all you glamourized f*ggot n***as
Y'all on some real hardcore, maggot n***as
Catch you in the gridlock in New York City traffic
Hit you in the face with a rock tied up in a f**in sock
Tell the cops, I'll chase you with a mac-10
Follow your Range Rover with stockin caps
For seventy-eight more f**in blocks
Watch ambulances and paramedics take off your paragon down
Remove your f**in mop; take your body pieces
In a f**ed up van to a Mexican chop shop
f** a b**h-a** bodyguard, bunch of n***as squealin
Cancel your important meetings, we can do this
Broad daylight, just me and you in a f**in Jamaican restertaunt
"Who da f** ya tink you are mon, what ya f**in doin?
You don't know the fu*k I am" - load three four five clips
f**in magazines, I'll show you the f**in bomb
Ya bloodclot, catch you n***as in Quadrasonic or Sony
Platinum Sounds, who is it Bill?
Who's f**in around with Crazy Tony?
All that bullsh**, walkin around with - hard packs
You motherf**ers carryin backpacks
That's right, with your hooded parkas
You motherf**ers s** dick and you're phony
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Y'all do y'all sh** in the studio
We bring our sh** to your face!
['Bumpy']
My mental is sinister, I run sh** like a prime minister
You still breathin motherf**er? But now it's time to finish ya
Blood sport, I heard you on life support
But I'mma make sure that you don't take the witness stand in court
Afternoon, I'mma creep up in your room, past the goon
'fore you (??) ba-boom, and I'm sendin yo' a** to the moon
Another motherf**er bite the dust from the lust
To live plush, and he died quick - from the rush
Now I'm Southbound, f** the 6, take the Greyhound
Any cat cross the line can't hide it's goin down
I got connects with tecs and white boats and jets
Think I'm playin motherf**er? Let me know who next
Silence and not loud, pick you off in the crowd
Now your shorty growin up in the world as a fatherless child
Everybody choose the f**in way that they wanna play
Just remember one f**in day that that a** gotta pay
Cause f**in with my gravy is like rapin my little baby
And you still wouldn't be safe if you joined the f**in navy
You must be crazy, thinkin yo' a** can get Swayze
But the only f**in thing you gon' be doin is pushin up daisies
And it won't faze me, cause real gangsters raised me
Ghetto diamonds praised me and thugs slug just craze me
I know it sounds strange, but it's part of the game
I control b**hes brains, when they s**in on my sugar cane
My fame came before money you f**in dummy
b**hes callin me 'Bumpy' while my dick is in they tummy
But if you cross the line, you won't be able to find
They motherf**in head, they limbs or they spine
So all you b**h motherf**ers better respect mine
If you plan on bein here to see the f**in sunshine
(BLAOW!) BLAOW! With one in your spine
Keith N 'Bumpy', put one in your spine