Freddie Foxxx/Bumpy Knuckles - That Preemo sh** lyrics

[Intro] Hard work, no doubt [Hook] We wanna hear that Preemo sh** Boom bap, underground, that Preemo sh** Hip-hop, hardcore, Preemo sh** He got fire for ya with Bumpy on it Peep the Kolexxxion [Verse 1] Yo everybody know that Preem is a beast with the beats He designed a lot of ways for these n***as to eat Cause when Bumpy spits pain over Christopher Mart's art It fed all the hood n***as running the streets We lived the life, that's why I roll with a mic and gun I'm Freddie Bla**ey, you f** with me, I light you son Why n***as ask me if rhyming is a part of my life Cause I'm living on the line that's a part of the life These n***as really don't write like they really don't fight But I'm still not convinced that the game is dead Because a few lame n***as wanna imitate sk**s With their limited sk**s, fake can't imitate real f** around, you get k**ed over kicks and snares They got a well known Preemo feel, how the crowd feel Make some noise for some real b-boys in the building Now we teach the children [Hook] [Verse 2] My thought interpreted across this perm Got me bullying this rap game like Big Perm I know I promised y'all Amerikkkan Black, I didn't fall back I'm letting wack n***as get some shine, I ain't all that I'm still on track, tracks by the Preemo Money on the table, I rob the casino Raw like Pesci, smooth like DeNiro I'm popping in the hood like the corner store hero It's the boom, bap, snares crack Like a motherf**er head when I'm swinging the bat These wack n***as can't rap, and the reason for that Is dumb n***as don't study, the lesson is that The legend is back and I'ma school you fruitcakes, new fakes Two-face smiling in the goon face Money by the suitcase, with a worldwide nod And the producer that we borrow from the God (rest in peace) Let's go [Hook] [Scratches by DJ Premier] "Preemo"