Freddie Foxxx/Bumpy Knuckles - B.A.P. lyrics

[Sample] (When the streets are full of smoke and the sound of roaring guns, they'll say to you: do you think we were really brave or just lacking in imagination? Well, they've been warned that the testing days are ahead. Of the past months, we may well say: we've live a life, and not an apology And of the future, I think most of them would say: we shall live hard, but we shall live) Headqcourterz rest in peace [Sample] (How this n***a stay so hot?!) [Hook] How come so many people wanna hear me and the Priem Cause that's that boom-bap k**er supreme n******gs get scared And they run to Priem Can you please ask Bumpy to release the team Goon in the booth now you're all quiet Cause you know you in the room with the truth I don't give a f** about your gun I got one son The difference is I pop like gum You run like Rev No diss just real metaphorically sick with my sh** Because I put time into the rhyme style quality moments In the booth, I write down truth and spit it Salute my n***a Gifted Unlimited Rhymes But really was a comrade who spazzed sometimes Back stage antics on stage plant it Pretty girl right in the front you bagged it Waiting for signature Primo scratch Big Shug and Bumpy Knuckles got your back Brim low with the frames on like prescription Friendschip versus biaa... To write description I could never figure what the distance was about But I did see the infiltration playing out See, some sick n***a see weakness Fertilize it and tweak it With the hate And motherf**ers stay clean away from me Cause he knows I'd a leaked him, like a lake And when he did see me he didn't look in my eyes Cause he know how to peep him Cause he fake [Hook] I think hip hop thinks I fell off I hope you don't think I fell of You buggin', you buggin' I'm still gangsta [Hook] Cowards got real n******gs playing themselve Begging for a dollar when they really could take it You catch me f**ing around one of these n******gs It would be in his house with his momma bu*t naked Get get getting my f** on Two 'o' clock in the morning She notice the truck gone The love song is 'If You Think You Are Lonely Now' Playing in the background You still horny and I am back now Real gangsta sh** this ain't plastic spit Pa** the blit we way past the spit And I am committed to hip hop That's my b**h Priem and Bumpy knuckles we make that sh** Boom bip, boom bap Right in your face And make a motherf**er styleswitch right in your face I'll punch you right in your face [Hook] How these rap n******gs get legendary status And they really ain't legendary n******gs They never rap real sh** And when they walk real sh** They gots to call real n******gs You don't ever wanna get so comfortable You feel you can test my gully I shoot a hole in your skully Soak you in so many left-right blows It's like you in a knuckle shower You won't like those I got a big bu*t b**h with real nice toes That will put the snub nose on tip of your nose And my back b**h strike a pose She gon' shoot holes In your mother f**ing clothes [Hook]