Bumpy Knuckles - 24 Hrs. lyrics

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 sh** 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... 'cause if your door gets knocked on you get knocked off Verse: Who's that six foot bald n***a from New York With the gangsta walk, the gangsta talk Thrillin to find 'em and k** 'em I'm wildin', I'm illin I don't give a f** about you, and that's my feelin I'm in a brand new house n***a chillin With shoeboxes of hundred dollar bills n***a spillin Trainin the baddest b**h, givin her the drillin While you hangin in The Tunnel know you p**y ice grillin Man bein a b**h must really be fufillin 'cause alotta n***as 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 j**els, new album new year n***as 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, f** braggin on your loot n***a you aint that hard And a n***a can't spend no money layin in the graveyard Omigod, it really shocks you This can't be the same motherf**er 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 n***a 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 f** that n***a, 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 b**hes that he f** While your girl look skinny like a smoked out Daffy Duck n***as are real this aint N B HIGH You n***as aint got no balls and won't die I'm a certified k**er, 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 n***a Kane Alotta label motherf**ers'll be dead You f**in with my money is like f**in with my head Tryin to take my bu*tered bread n***as aint sh**, 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 n***as owe me for my rhymes, I come to collect Over fifteen dollars, I'll snap your f**in neck And don't pay me in no f**in 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 n***as feel me spittin on a record To be broke and homeless, and outside naked I represent the real grimy ma**es Of thugged out gun slinging criminal a**es That shoot up your party and chill at mine 'cause they know I got love for real n***as, 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