Y'all know the rep, yeah, listen      My name is Bumpy Knuckles, I write that fuckin' flame   And kill for the right price, I got a buckin' name   My forty caliber too fresh, stuck in aim   We roll like 18 wheelers in the truckin' game      I'm nice with mics there's nothin' more I like   Than to paralyze your left side and leave you all right   I be layin' front of your crib with Tec-y all night   Tryin' to get them 9 millimeters loaded up tight, listen      I'm like a Cadillac, I write a battle rap   So smooth contest you'll be out of that   Y'all know the beef is stewin', that Bumpy came to ruin   You may be signed but you don't know what the fuck you doin'      I make aight hot, I make dope raw   And send you higher than a long colt four-four   You know the only rap pimp that kept a ho poor   And slam a fool on his back and break the whole floor      A yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop   We keep on, once the cops are gone   This is real street spit you best be warned   Tell your favorite MC the mic is on   A yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop   We keep on, once the cops are gone      It's the J, daddy, not Hov' or Jam Master   My mic is correct, but y'all know the hands faster   See you bitch rappers I'm attackin' the pile   Y'all be cryin' foul 'cause I'm hackin' your style      I make sure you and your man's done   When I see y'all both drop, I'm the cat screamin', "And1"   You see me on the team dog you know the game's over   Stones on my wrist and a chip on my shoulder      Sixteens cashin' in on another hot beat   Go cop me a drop with the butterscotch seats   And we better not meet, if we do you gon' see a change   Make sure you whole face gettin' rearranged      We rollin' up in the blacked out truck dog   It's Freddie Foxxx, now you deal with Corrupt Mob   It's gas on the fire, any time a track blaze   Squad known to beef up the heat, just like the Shaq trade      This my 9 to 5, this ain't no hobby cat   Copycat killers bite styles, my rhyme piles is heavy   Give me a beat, man, I'll body that   Spittin' that heat street raps man they nod to that      What you smilin' at? You R&B, man that's hardly rap   You lost the beat, man you bought a map   Matter fact, here's my next rap, borrow that   Been off the street too long, I want my corner back      You ain't a player, you a armchair quarterback   You ride the beat like side streets on a flat   Don't play dumb, I know where you came from   You only seen slugs buddy after the rain come      Keep it subtle, Trademarc got you bitch   Like babies suckin' tits talkin' 'bout mami let's cuddle   It's gon' be what it's gon' be, you duck down   A quiet cat with a violent rap, what now?      A yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop   We keep on, once the cops are gone   This is real street spit you best be warned   Tell your favorite MC the mic is on   A yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop   We keep on, once the cops are gone