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Nothing is more dangerous than an idea, especially when it's the only one you have
You see vision is the art of seeing things invisible Ahh My God (To the Beat Y'all Verse 1 A lot of love lost your days is getting cloudy now I'm gonna see how many can really stand the rain Bumpy back again analytical still working out twice a day like it's critical still mix a lot keep it spiritual Mic still hot still lyrical and you niggaz hate to see me rise I ain't got no more patience you can see it in my eyes I'm sick of niggaz keeping me in lies, I hear ya talking I'm New York nigga I rep it every time I step it evn though I'm well respected I got a weapon your past is terrible your future's worse Let me put this Walter PP all in ya mouth cock it and shoot you first Your shit ain't phat ain't no pun to that cause I make this hardcore gansta shit so fun to rap You in trouble like no gun to clap in the middle of Pakistan Either you fight or you clap your hand Cause weak niggaz can't ever be sincere I'm the hardest sober hardcore beats in ya ear And I'm graceful like Muhhamad Ali opposing war I ain't trying to be no soldier that don't konw what he's fighting for That's hypocritic if I'm shooting up my block over 150$ size rocks I'm a stop f**king with niggaz like Jenny from the block Cause all you want to do is come in the club and bust shots You see a man who exposes himself when he's intoxicated really don't know the art of getting drunk Bumpy Knux bring funk like a musty black man from Gahn I rip through Mc's like a peronous Run up on me if ya want to I'll cock my resolution like I was Hughey Newton plottin revolution what ya'll rappers call 16 Barz I call polution so f**k you and your distribution I'm the self mad dollar blue colar rockwilder Yes I weigh more 265 I weigh more I guess I got my weight up I send you 16 Barz I ate up All you punch line niggaz I'll put you in a line and punch every one of you now you know your purpose I'm the bible of the ghetto and page by page I wote ya'll a manual on the black man rage I'll chae you till I catch that ass I guess I'm like age And I kill gansta rappers too I guess I'm like AIDS Take it Easy Eazy does it and ya'll wanna spit bitch in the club being a sleezy buzzit Two years was my interlude I fixed my imperfection I got my mind in better shape to spit you the Konexion Now that I got that off my Chest Aiyo Big Chuck let's do this for Big Bro |
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[verse 1]
Did you ever have a girl and you thought she was it To find out in the long run she ain't even shit Dress her up nice, sport her all over town And then behind your back she likes sleepin around She's steppin out late while you're home in bed To another brother kickin bass all in her head You're layin there, lookin at her photo in frame And you're chirpin like a bird while you're singin her name You call her every night, then you're off by 10 When you hang up the phone, she hits the road again Sad what I'm sayin, but it's gotta be true Everybody knows your girl better than you But what I'm sayin is this: you said she'd never do wrong You met her at first, she did a dancin song Said I'll stay with you forever and brighten your world Face it, somebody bumpin your girl Somebody else bumped your girl And the thought of it wrecked your world Somebody else bumped your girl It makes you mad, don't it? Somebody else bumped your girl And the thought of it wrecked your world Somebody else bumped your girl It make you ill, won't it? [verse 2] I met this kid named jesse on my way uptown Sittin on the train, on his face was a frown I said my man, what's the matter? then he started to sweat Said my girl left the crib, and she didn't come home yet Foxxx, I'm hurt, sad as could be Cause everytime she leaves, she always calls me But I ain't heard a word, I'm worried to death I can't understand why she up and just left How long has it been? he said about six days And man, I did a lotta prayin, and I hope that it pays I looked him in his face, told him don't be a cad Cause ain't a girl in the world, it's insanity, mad You better start thinkin and preparin your heart Cause if you hear the wrong thing, you'll be torn apart Jesse stood up, the train came to a stop Had a look on his face like he was about to pop I said so what's up? then he looked in my grill Kinda like I look myself when I'm bout to get ill He was lookin on a platform, right by a can His girl lockin lips with another man Jesse broke stupid, and pulled out a tool And started lickin off like a crazy fool The brother went rambo, actin wild And shot sixteen people at the turnstyle The girl got sick when she saw blood flowin The brother she was with did a jesse owens I couldn't believe the brother ruined his world All because somebody else bumped his girl Somebody else bumped your girl And the thought of it wrecked your world Somebody else bumped your girl It makes you mad, don't it? [verse 3] Now i'ma tell you all a story bout my man jim stone Who had a three-floor mansion and a yacht of his own He had enough money, but what capes the cake He had the baddest girl in about 10 states All about he ever talked about was lovin his girl And how he'd never touch another in the whole wide world Jim got the nerve, wants to buy her a ring And when he put it on her finger, she was ready to sting The brother had a party at his crib one night Had the place laid out, and the music was hype About 100 people, I would say, no less Freddie foxxx ain't stupid, I can knowledge a mess I noticed his girl, she kept grinnin a lot She was hangin round the fireplace in this one spot She looked like she was waitin for a train or a bus She was waitin for jim's best man, his boy gus Gus got slick, took the girl by the hand And dipped the step like the bionic man I stood there shakin my head, I had a flashback Bout what happened uptown by the traintracks Jim came over and he said to me fred I got a real bad thought bumrushin my head I said so what's the matter? then he looked at me twice And said I can't find my best man gus or my wife Jim was on a mission, I could look in his eyes And see the meter on his blood pressure startin to rise He headed up the steps and I followed behind And I could tell by his face he had death on his mind He stood by the room and the door was cranked Then he took off his shirt, and then we both stepped back Jim kicked the door open and he stuck in his head And saw gus and his wife both naked in bed Jim grabbed a bat, and I tell you the truth He was swingin homeruns like my man babe ruth He left em both layin there, stiff as a board And he turned to me and said freddie foxxx, I scored Two accounts murder one, now he sits in his cell With a life-long sentence and a story to tell I couldn't believe the brother ruined his world All because somebody bumped his girl Somebody else bumped your girl And the thought of it wrecked your world Somebody else bumped your girl It makes you mad, don't it? Somebody else bumped your girl And the thought of it wrecked your world Somebody else bumped your girl It make you ill, won't it? (you mean that's it? ) |
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[Intro]
That's right Aiyyo Primo...watch this "Lazy!!!" See I know there's a lot of rappers right You give 'em some real akward shit like this and what they do they come back cryin' like; "I can't see it I can't feel it" What it is though, is this "Lazy!!!" See it's to make 'em lazy crazy "Lazy!!!" this hot shit right here Let's make 'em motherfuckin' lazy "Lazy!!!" So here's how I'ma to flip it for you Check this out [Verse 1] I make short people pay me cause that's way I MAKE MY EARNINGS Keep it right you keep your life I don't wanna be in fun in your house WITH MY FOUR POUNDS BURNIN' Cause I will give you a light I'ma hardcore nigga from downtown so NIGGAS CAN FEEL ME Cause I'm hard when I deliver But I won't stop wocking at heart signs SO NIGGAS CAN'T HEAL ME I ring god when I deliver I'm straight from the strongest isle AND I GOT NO -?- And get wild in any burrow To my warriors on Riker's Isle I HOPE YOU ALL CAN HEAR ME Make 'em nice and be this thorough With a nation of hip hop with everybody down here ROLLIN' Cause it's Bump takin' the lead I'm not down with ya hypocrisy FUCK AROUND GET STOLEN Cause I peal niggaz for greed Stop grinnin' in a motherfucker face WHEN YOU KNOW YOU DON'T LIKE ME You get slapped the bitchy way You can put a bunch of brawl in your voice BUT YOU DON'T SOUND LIKE ME You get J stay with your way If you beef without my two-aim PLEASE BE A THUG AND SIGN IT! Cause it's day for you to hide I put your body in a river N-Y-P-D WON'T FIND IT And I pray for you to die I'm Bump nigga how many times I got to tell you BUMPY Freddie Foxxx his other half And I'll thump nigga right from the heart SO YOU NIGGAS CAN -?- ME I don't waste none the air baby "Lazy!!!" [Chorus] (2x) Everybody you know, everybody we know (Come on, that's right) wanna spit a rhyme on a beat by the Primo "Lazy!!!" But everybody I know and everybody you know Know that's one thing not everybody can do though "Lazy!!!" [Verse 2] Bump bringin' you another selection FROM MY MAIN MAN PRIMO To the heart forever plural For blessin' hip hop with the one nigga PRODUCERS CAN'T SEE THOUGH To the end should by our girl If it takes me a lifetime to prove I'm THE NICEST MC Then I'm down for every war And if it ever get bigger than rap THEN I GET MY SHIT B Come on down, I'm holdin' fours I hate to be pain in the ass CAUSE IT REALLY AIN'T LIKE ME But I couldn't help but notice You come into this game with a mask AND SNEAK AROUND LIKE WIFEY And get popped like shooky sodas Rap voters get Al Gored, which means low scores On all the music awards It's all good though, niggaz from the street DON'T SWEAT NO TROPHY Cause it don't make you hot Aiyyo Roy I'm the heavyweight champ of hip hop WALK LIGHTLY Some of y'all must've forgot Means nothing to me if another nigga got a Knuckle CAN TRUST ME And I swear that forever Cause I ever take a ass-whipping dude YOU WOULD HAVE TO BUST ME Pretty much I'm sayin'; Whatever See I punish MC's that come in with big dough Cause I know they gonna pay they way right too slow These Hollywood niggaz from the hood better know I'm so ever soul forever flow Always quick to they spine I'm never slow I'm probably something you don't wanna do, let it go Basketball players, boxers, wrestlers Don't take it personal cause I'll get the best of ya Ask these sorry-ass RAPPERS They know I'm so CRAZY [Chorus] |
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