Stock In The Game Lyrics - Singles - Bumpy Knuckles

[Freddie Foxxx] 

Yeah, uh-huh, you ready? 

It's Bumpy Knuckles baby, we tear this mothafucker down! 

Welcome to the underground where hardcore niggas are found 

We're beatin niggas down, make you world-reknown 

Where street beef set off once, never forgiven 

Where real niggas never give up, we fugitivin 

That's how we be livin, where niggas vibe on the raw shit 

Come out, your face fucked up and get your jaw split 

Nigga, we pick your teeth up and put em on a string like bones 

And send your punk ass home alone 

I got stock in this microphone you innuendos 

I get you beat the fuck up and played like Nintendo 

Maybe smoke like the hydro endo, you niggas is hookers 

I hit you wit the four pound tuckers 

Have you ever seen a rap stampede? 

Well bring em underground, and I'll run em down 

You know my reputation, my voice over disco beats is violation 

New York walk, New York talk 

And when I blow you niggas dime, I use my own chalk 

So watch what the fuck you say and what you do 

For real, niggas bring it to you and your whole crew 

Bring in baby, you ready? 

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[Chorus] 

I got stock in this game 

Got a bad reputation for bringin the glock to the game 

You know my name 

So if you ever come across me wrong 

Just remember the words to this song 

I be hearin mad MC's, I study your rhymes 

And I noticed that you niggas is just wastin time 

I don't take it to wack niggas, they self-destruct 

I take it to nice niggas and FUCK THEM UP! 

So the fact that you be shinin makes it even better for me 

That just leaves more cheddar for me 

I keep it blacker than Cadillacs in '69 

Total eclispe your record and stole your shine 

Sixteen bars of homemade moonshine rhyme 

And I still had you mothafuckers payin me mine 

Wassup, watch me snatch a hundred grand on you niggas 

No tax while you loudmouth braggin-ass niggas fake jacks 

Yeah I'm nice wit my mothafuckin hands 

And I bust my heats, Freddie Foxxx celebrity box out the beats 

My flow is so cold 

Start a rainy day snowin, my voice fertilize your thoughts to start growin 

It's Bumpy Knuckles and raw niggas incorporated 

The real niggas love it, the fake niggas hate it 

You mothafuckers ready for this? Check it out 

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Chorus 2x 

I go one two three four five, I make it live 

Simple-ass shit like that be soundin wack 

But when I spit the lyrical terror that makes niggas hide they jewels 

Wild niggas start cockin they tools 

I got my ethics from the older school, if you wack then I spit it 

Something to steal, I come get it 

If Freddie Foxxx want beef, niggas ain't wit it 

Some niggas wanna try my style but can't fit it 

I be hearin niggas that sound like me 

But ain't never ever really put it down like me 

Plus them niggas ain't really underground like me 

Street reputation, love town-to-town like me 

You bitch-ass mothafuckers I squared off in the mainstream 

World, actin like a mothafuckin girls 

I wet you like a jheri curl and you'll explode like uranium 

The only thing you'll have to fall back on is your cranium 

You soft niggas could never be iller 

Than the holemaker, holefiller 

Bumpy Knucks keep it realer, the bloodspiller 

Don't fuck wit a mothafuckin killer, TURN IT UP! 

Chorus 2x 

*on second time, last line is "THEN ALL YOU MOTHAFUCKERS'LL BE GONE"*