Freddie Foxxx/Bumpy Knuckles - Stock in the Game lyrics

[Freddie Foxxx] Yeah, uh-huh, you ready? It's Bumpy Knuckles baby, we tear this mothaf**er down! Welcome to the underground where hardcore n***as are found We're beatin n***as down, make you world-reknown Where street beef set off once, never forgiven Where real n***as never give up, we fugitivin That's how we be livin, where n***as vibe on the raw sh** Come out, your face f**ed up and get your jaw split n***a, we pick your teeth up and put em on a string like bones And send your punk a** home alone I got stock in this microphone you innuendos I get you beat the f** up and played like Nintendo Maybe smoke like the hydro endo, you n***as 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 n***as dime, I use my own chalk So watch what the f** you say and what you do For real, n***as 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 n***as is just wastin time I don't take it to wack n***as, they self-destruct I take it to nice n***as and fu*k 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 mothaf**ers payin me mine Wa**up, watch me snatch a hundred grand on you n***as No tax while you loudmouth braggin-a** n***as fake jacks Yeah I'm nice wit my mothaf**in 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 n***as incorporated The real n***as love it, the fake n***as hate it You mothaf**ers ready for this? Check it out Chorus 2x I go one two three four five, I make it live Simple-a** sh** like that be soundin wack But when I spit the lyrical terror that makes n***as hide they j**els Wild n***as start co*kin 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, n***as ain't wit it Some n***as wanna try my style but can't fit it I be hearin n***as that sound like me But ain't never ever really put it down like me Plus them n***as ain't really underground like me Street reputation, love town-to-town like me You b**h-a** mothaf**ers I squared off in the mainstream World, actin like a mothaf**in 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 n***as could never be iller Than the holemaker, holefiller Bumpy Knucks keep it realer, the bloodspiller Don't f** wit a mothaf**in k**er, TURN IT UP! Chorus 2x *on second time, last line is "THEN ALL YOU MOTHAfu*kERS'LL BE GONE"* [Outro] Now check it out All you motherf**ers better know, baby It's Bumpy Knuckles, and I never die If half you n***as was real as you say you was We wouldn't have had no wars between the coasts n***as is b**hes Cause when they did it to us, we never did it to them So I do it to every motherf**ing body, baby The lone soldier, Bumpy Knuckles, motherf**er Watch your back, n***a k** me