Freddie Foxxx (Bumpy Knuckles) - Turn Up the Mic Lyrics

f/ Nas



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[Intro: Nas]

I only f*ck with my niggaz, I gotta keep it tight

With my big brother, Bumpy Knuckles

One ride on these niggaz my nigga, huh

Turn up the mics, yeah, lets get crazy, nigga whut

Turn up the mics, y'all bitch-ass niggaz is swazee

Check it out



[Verse 1: Nas]

I'm Nasty but f*ck bitches, handcuff snitches

Feed they nuts to pit bulls and play more business

Got sluts on leashes walkin on all fours

Have 'em eatin from dog bowls pattin they heads

Cause they love playin that role they sexy in bed

Smokin bud' I'm outta control wish death on the feds

Cop spills with grey grews watch 'em snuff films

Laughin with dykes that wear patterned leather with spikes

My cheddar is right, Miami beats playin it low

Saint Bucks rent a house and a boat

Twohundred thou' in my throat

That's only half of what my wife eyes cost

Phonecall, hearin another boss got his life lost

Well, whipin sand off on my toes

Read a book called "Catcher in the rye", I chose

Some Bob Marley and I plotted a scheme

To make me and Bump Knux more rich

Than I got me a team, he got 'em a team

He tryin to buy G-force or missile arms

Try to walk around with beef, without pistols on us

See force better I'm callin up some b-more killers

That come and bleed you

Show us the suns and the skies you're sure they die

You washed up, f*ck your people

Your money ain't as long as mine you dumb and you foul

Who you tryin to squeeze all this f*ck with ?alzamaz? desease

We the new breed, nigga

Turn up the mics, uh holler at somebody real

Turn out the lights, aha Bumpy Knuckles, God's Son get right motherf*cker

Turn up the mics

[Bumpy Knux]: aha yeah turn the motherf*ckers up

Turn out the lights

[Bumpy Knux]: that's right ya'll know why, I tell you why

Suicide suicide



[Verse 2: Bumpy Knuckles]

It's Bump I'm rowdy I'm wild

I'm crazy I'm sick I talk slick

Name brand bitches all on my dick

I don't trip I meet bitches in this game that got pretty famous names

All that projects' pussy, nigga, all the same

We gangsters, we keepin it hardcore keep it street

Keepin guns and microphones, be keepin heat

I'm the unsquashable beef I put it in your rider

That means that every show I be layin in your dressing room

Next to the Henney Rock two times .20 cocked

I'm a cold assed nigga that keep shit plenty hot

My bubble goose is stocked with double truth

For you old-assed gangsters and you troubled youth

Knowin ; I hate cops and niggaz with cop friends

And still by wait in the hood they drop ends

With little marks on 'em scratched by the eye

You hand me the money you must wanna die

Nigga, I won't remake a Pac record or say a Biggie verse

And I shoot you without smokin a Ziggy Marley first

God's Son we hot in here

Bravehearts we hot in here, niggaz they got to fear!



[Outro: Nas]

Turn up the mics, yeah lets get crazy, nigga whut

Turn up the mics, y'all bitch ass niggaz is swazee

Check it out

Turn up the mics, yeah lets get crazy, nigga whut

Turn up the mics, y'all bitch ass niggaz is swazee

Check it out

Turn up the mics, yeah lets get crazy, nigga whut

Turn up the mics, y'all bitch ass niggaz is swazee

Shh