Freddie Foxxx - R.n.s. (real n***a sh**) lyrics

[scratches by dj premier] "it's time for this real n***a sh**.." "bumpy knucks.." "ha, hah-hah" "n***az can't see i.." "fr-fre-fre, freddie foxxx with the twin millis" -> o.c. "ha, hah-hah" "bu-bu, buh-bu, bu, bumpy knucks.." "n***as can't see i.." "it's time for this real n***a sh**.." [freddie foxxx] When i was small i made pause tapes for "super s**m" Rappin in high school, drinkin forties, smokin sherm Listen to cold crush and grandmaster caz spittin Gettin somethin in that n***az ain't now gettin; feel me Remember everybody wanted to be "peace, god, divine" Real n***az kept they attributes, right through '99 Peace to the god taheem, watching over me White chariots and horses, get me over rough courses While i silence those voices that doubted my ability To rip, through these young a** n***az When i walk into the lyricist lounge, lyricists lounge Cause n***az know that bumpy knucks'll tear this mutha down Cause the rawest most illest sh**, make up my sound That's why i stay gettin money, like them n***az uptown I'm in your face - n***a wha**up now f** all that peacemakin bullsh** I heard you spit you like to pull sh** That's all bullsh**, you keep your nine on some full sh** You say you bust it, that's bullsh**! You know the illest mc that ever did it The rawest n***a that ever chewed up rhymes and spit it In the new millenium cities, watch what i do I'm bout to save hip-hop like ghost did the wu Chorus: freddie foxxx (repeat 2x) For the dj's, the rappers, the writers, the breakers The movers, the shakers, the beat, the makers What's stronger than hip-hop n***az they can't take us If we deal with the real, and shut down the fakers [freddie foxxx] I'm proud to be a black man in my existence, so f** the klan I ain't blinded by your j**els and your million dollar checks I'm always ready for whatever's next My road in life ain't easy cause i'm complex You know the real, n***a turnin these fake hard n***az to gra**hoppers Cause f'real here comes the realest, when i co*k the manstoppers I remember talkin to big poppa; he said "foxxx, you the illest," (uhh) i make the realest n***a feel it Got a little mob of n***az i send to rob n***az Take all that fly j**elry, and give it to my moms I keep the industry up in arms like zack la roche Cause they hate to see me comin, with this too black approach Through the hardest time in hip-hop, i stayed afloat So let me give the media some fly sh** to quote I'ma always be a n***a, lookin through your eyes So nothin that you do to me should come as no surprise I continue bein raw dog, puttin in work I drown a b**h and get away, like my name was captain kirk Motherf**ers wanna hear it raw, bumpy make it hurt Step on stage, rip the whole sh** down and merc' Chorus [freddie foxxx] What f**ed you up is that i'm so nice and don't rehearse On any record i'm the king of the third verse It's +strictly business+, if it's +personal+ i let you know I hold your heart until the lord tell me let you go Don't need advice from no corny a** a&r that never filled a milk crate With breakbeats, i keep it raw n***a straight street To my comrades in l.a, l.a., l.a. I still got the bulletproof - pelle, pelle, pelle Keep the music underground as i reiterate twice Tell n***az to they face, i thought you wasn't nice Kick my a**? nah, not likely; out mic me? Not likely, stay on the sidelines like spike lee n***as know bumpy like to flow all out Microphone, gun in hands n***a, go all out No exceptions to females i ride 'em giddyup How bad i wanna f** brat, since she pushed them titties up It's the underground sound that designs the street Freddie foxxx designed the rhyme, premier designed the beat Chorus [scratches by dj premier] "bumpy knucks.." "n***az can't see i.." "fr-fre-fre, freddie foxxx with the twin millis" -> o.c. "bu-bu, buh-bu, bu, bumpy knucks.." "it's time for this real n***a sh**.."