Turn Up the Mic
Nas, Freddie Foxxx
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I only f*ck with my niggas I gotta keep it tight With my big brother, Bumpy Knuckles We gon' ride on these niggas my nigga, huh Turn up the mics, yeah Lets get crazy, nigga, what Turn up the mics Y'all bitch-ass niggas is Swayze Check it out I'm Nasty but f*ck bitches, handcuff snitches Feed they nuts to pit bulls And plan more business Got sluts on leashes walkin on all fours Have 'em eatin from dog Bowls pettin' they heads Cause they love playin that role They sexy in bed Smokin bud' I'm outta control wish Death on the feds cup spills with Grey Goose Watchin snuff films Laughin with dykes that wear Patent leather with spikes My cheddar is right Miami beach playin it low St barts rent a house and a boat Two hundred thou' on my throat That's only half of what my wife ice cost Phonecall, hearin another boss got His life lost Well, wipin' sand off of my toes Read a book called "Catcher in the rye" I chose Some Bob Marley then I plotted a scheme To make me and Bump Knux more rich Then I got me a team, he got 'em a team He tryin to buy G-force With missile launchers Tired of walkin' around with beef With that pistols on us C-4's better I'm callin up Some b-more killers to come and bleed you As sure as the sun's in The sky you'll surely 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 Alzheimer's disease We the new breed, nigga turn up the mics Uh holler at somebody real Turn out the lights bump Knux God's Son get it right motherfucker Turn up the mics (Aha yeah turn the motherfuckers up) Turn out the lights (That's right ya'll know why, I tell you why) Suicide suicide 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's projects' pussy, nigga All the same we gangstaz We keepin it hardcore keep it street Keepin guns and microphones, B, keep it 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 Niggas with cop friends And still by weight in the Hood they drop ends With little marks on 'em scratched by the eye You hand me a twenty, 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 Niggas they got to fear! Turn up the mics, yeah lets get crazy Nigga whut turn up the mics Y'all bitch ass niggas is Swayze Check it out Turn up the mics, yeah lets get crazy Nigga whut turn up the mics Y'all bitch ass niggas is Swayze Check it out Turn up the mics, yeah lets get crazy Nigga whut turn up the mics Y'all bitch ass niggas is Swayze shh
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