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Kool Keith
See.. you play around too fkin much
(How many people you got hurt?)
You ain't learned your lesson yet
(You ain't learned your fkin lesson)
You still playin and fkin around
That's all you doin, you playin fkin around
Youse a little b*tch..
Youse a b*tch-ass nigg*, smack your fkin skullies off
You ain't learned a fkin lesson yet?
Count your blessing yet, publicity got you mixed up
And Keith's fked your whole million dollar aura
Clean cut or thugged out, I don't give a fk
with that champagne s**t
fkin with me, you'll earn a job in the cleaners
givin motherfkers a permanent crease
We don't do Entertainment Tonight, Rosie O'Donn-ell
pi*s on like you and take your video models
straight to Church's Chicken, and fkin McDonald's
fk all you glamourized f*gg*t
Y'all on some real hardc*re, maggot
Catch you in the gridlock in New York City traffic
Hit you in the face with a rock tied up in a fkin sock
Tell the cops, I'll chase you with a mac-10
Follow your Range Rover with stockin caps
for seventy-eight more fkin blocks
Watch ambulances and paramedics take off your paragon down
Remove your fkin mop; take your body pieces
in a fked up van to a Mexican chop shop
fk a b*tch-ass bodyguard, bunch of squealin
Cancel your important meetings, we can do this
Broad daylight, just me and you in a fkin Jamaican restertaunt
"Who da fk ya tink you are mon, what ya fkin doin?
You don't know the fcK I am" - load three four five clips
fkin magazines, I'll show you the fkin bomb
Ya bloodclot, catch you in Quadrasonic or Sony
Platinum Sounds, who is it Bill?
Who's fkin around with Crazy Tony?
All that bulls**t, walkin around with - hard packs
You motherfkers carryin backpacks
That's right, with your hooded parkas
You motherfkers suck d*ck and you're phony
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Y'all do y'all s**t in the studio
We bring our s**t to your face!
'Bumpy'
My mental is sinister, I run s**t like a prime minister
You still breathin motherfker? But now it's time to finish ya
Blood sport, I heard you on life support
but I'ma make sure that you don't take the witness stand in court
Afternoon, I'ma creep up in your room, past the goon
'fore you (??) ba-boom, and I'm sendin yo' as* to the moon
Another motherfker bite the dust from the lust
to live plush, and he died quick - from the rush
Now I'm Southbound, fk the 6, take the Greyhound
Any cat cross the line can't hide it's goin down
I got connects with tecs and white boats and jets
Think I'm playin motherfker? Let me know who next
Silence and not loud, pick you off in the crowd
Now your shorty growin up in the world as a fatherless child
Everybody choose the fkin way that they wanna play
Just remember one fkin day that that as* gotta pay
Cause fkin with my gravy is like rapin my little baby
And you still wouldn't be safe if you joined the fkin navy
You must be crazy, thinkin yo' as* can get Swayze
but the only fkin thing you gon' be doin is pushin up daisies
And it won't faze me, cause real gangsters raised me
Ghetto diamonds praised me and thugs slug just craze me
I know it sounds strange, but it's part of the game
I control girls brains, when they suckin on my sugar cane
My fame came before money you fkin dummy
girls callin me 'Bumpy' while my d*ck is in they tummy
But if you cross the line, you won't be able to find
they motherfkin head, they limbs or they spine
So all you b*tch motherfkers better respect mine
if you plan on bein here to see the fkin sunshine
(BLAOW!) BLAOW! With one in your spine
Keith N 'Bumpy', put one in your spine