Freddie Foxxx/Bumpy Knuckles - Part of My Life lyrics

Intro: samples --Freddie Foxxx-- --Let me tell you-- --Who's the real divine?-- --You like that-- --Freddie Foxxx-- --Let me tell you-- [Verse One] I be all in you like you disrespected space in my lyric zone I'm like a pit, with a leg in his mouth, I bring it home Bumpy ripping everything known, block every blow zone I make you sit your ho a** down, turn off your microphone Cause after me its un-rippable I slap you in your mouth, your drinks'll be unsippable I got miles of lyrical styles, you must be out your motherf**in brain To think I'm not the nicest in the game Disconnected from your mainframe, punched co*ked Swell your nose up Murray the cop, to the beat down you don't stop Foxxx and Bumpy keep it hot End the whole beef with just one shot, n***as I fear not This piece of steel with the screen on top Projects uncut chyna white dope Leave a freeze in a n***a throat I fight for this like the right to vote The poison I spit, they'll never be an antecdote You n***as thought I put my mic down Cause the industry's scared cause I put my fight down Before I do that, I sell it out the trunk and make a mill Now thats a real rap n***a deal In 99 I'm droppin n***as like flies f** flowin, I'm turning n***as into Jesse Owens co*k the four pound, keep it going, I'm in your dresser room layin You b**h a** n***as just start prayin baby Chorus: Rhymin is a part of my life I'mma die with rhymin kids and a rhymin wife I don't let nobody judge me that don't know how to do what I do So if you don't like it then f** you! *repeat* [Verse Two] I watch n***as get hyped up with one single and get ga**ed Then fall like a bad pa** n***as run outta New York, to live in other places Hopin somebody remember old rap faces f** that, I'mma five borough thorough MC Where I go, New York goes, keepin New York flows n***as be switchin cause they not sure Your style is played out soft sh** like Valure In red and black living rooms when the system booms He's a nice little diss to whomever whom Come against me and I give you one of three picks: Get shot, get stuck up, get your a** kicked Bring your whole unit, and I be lyrically gunning em Cause Freddie Foxxx be the illest thing since Run & them I be running through you like a Hummer, you don't want none o' So hot I turn December 25 into summer I scrutinize n***as and bring em down to size My lyrical body slam will leave you paralized f** what you memorize, I take you out of drive And leave you neutralized and black in both your eyes My rise is your demise, shut down your enterprise Fox and Primo, we stay close like thighs Bumpy got nine lives, like a cat With a full gat, keep it underground f** that! Chorus [Verse Three] For every verse I ever spit, for every mic I ever rip I still got a full clip of unstoppable sh** You mean to tell me motherf**ers never knew That I be bustin n***as in the head with beer bottles like Guru Check the mic one, two make sure its on When I bring it to your headquarters, word is bond Heads up, eyes and ears open I got you hopin That you could catch rec like me You got a better chance at kickin down a tree With no legs, doing a handstand on two eggs Motherf**er, I got lyrical instinct, f** what you write I'm The Source like magazine, on the cover with the Ruger 16 I ain't scared to diss a MC, but ask him if he scared to diss me I bet he won't disagree, he'll probaly start sayin his throat Hurt, his mom's is sick with a bad knee Or start screamin he's about dough He's just a f*ggot with a whack flow Don't walk up on me talkin freestyles and off the top of the dome I beat you down and send your a** home I'm on my own time, I write my own rhymes You wanna be the nominee? you brave now? I carve my rhyme in your back and bury you face down Just remember n***a: I'm Freddie the Foxxx I break his back and buck em buck em down Chorus