The B.U.M.s - Flex Uv a Finga lyrics

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The B.U.M.s - Flex Uv a Finga lyrics

[Chorus] Won't you come around to my side of town So I can show you how the real sh** goes down Where the, neighbors complain of how the gunsmoke lingers And lifes are taken with the flex of a finger [D-Wyze] D-Wyze is, drastic, the overlord in supreme rhymes From the streets, sounds of a true mic fiend I grab my dick two times for n***as loafin on mine If the punks got beef I gots to go for mine Oakland's the city - I represent my heart and domain From the barber to the rap is how I got my fame Brothers is bad-a**es, skipped all my high school cla**es It turned out ma**ive - now this kid is spinnin on plastic Got n***as, locked on my sk**s cause I'm givin 'em more I spark the phil' with my man Bill on Jackie's top shop floor Five-oh is hittin - it's drivin black brothers insane Judges is givin three strikes, for the rock c**aine Down with Mo Nitty (sup Mo) f**in around got caught up in the city So now it's, hear no evil, see no evil none is done Two minimum misdemeanor for a small handgun It's a buddha, but you know, that sh** ain't real For my brothers locked down y'know I know how you feel But now I'm free! My revolution's appeared I'm with the B.U.M.S., two rappers to fear From fifty-fifth to Fleming, I'm leavin ALL n***as tremblin [Chorus] [E-Vocalist] I reminisce - when heavy artillery was a bat But now out on the flats action's regulated by a gat (Break yo'self fool) Five-oh attack explorin cracks like Magellan In Alameda County there's a bounty on brothers that's sellin Carry three felons it's twenty-five when the gavel drop If not they plot, peep the covert ops Take your d** and guns, but leave your money to recop Figurin - involvement with d** will maintain Now every day in my neighborhood's like a chess game Playin for high stakes I smoke to keep my mind straight Cause checkmates can mean ill fate (right) While the number dead increases with the (farenheit) In Oakland sunlight one might find means for relaxation While fiends pray to the streets like crack's the salvation (In the belly of the streets) ten years of incubation My culture, provides me with the strength to face the nation [Chorus]