Stock in The Game Lyrics

Hi, I'm Jona, Freddie Foxxx is my dad
And I wanna say that all you rappers are wack
Wordup, baby, yeah, you ready?
It's Bumpy Knuckles, baby, we tear this motherf**ker down

Welcome to the underground where hardcore niggas are found
We're beatin' niggas down, make you world renown
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 f**ked up and get your jaw split
We will pick your teeth up and put 'em on a string like bones
And send your punk a*s home alone

I got stock in this microphone, you innuendos
And get you beat the f**k up and played like Nintendo
Maybe smoke like the hydro, endo, you niggas is hookers
I hit you with the four pound tuckers

Have you ever seen a rap stampede?
We'll 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 f**k you say and what you do
For real, niggas bring it to you and your whole crew
Bring in, baby, you ready?

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 MCs, 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 f**k 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 eclipse your record and stole your shine

Sixteen bars of homemade moonshine rhyme
And I still had you motherf**kers payin' me mine
What's up? Watch me snatch a hundred grand on you niggas
No tax while you loudmouth braggin' a*s niggas fake jacks

I'm nice with my mothaf**kin' 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 motherf**kers ready for this? Check it out, here we go

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 got stock in the 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 go one, two, three, four, five, I make it live
Simple a*s 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
Somethin' to steal, I come get it
If Freddie Foxxx want beef, niggas ain't with 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 a*s motherf**kers
I squared off in the mainstream world actin' like a mothaf**kin' 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 hole maker
Hole filler, Bumpy Knucks keep it realer, the blood spiller
Don't f**k with a mothaf**kin' killer, turn it up

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 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
Then all you motherf**kers will be gone, word 'em up

Now, check it out, all you motherf**kers better know
Baby, it's Bumpy Knuckles and I never die
If half you niggas was really as you say you was
We wouldn't have had no wars between the Coast
But you niggas is bitches

'Cause when they did it to us we never did it to them
So I'd do it to every motherf**kin' body, baby
The lone soldier, Bumpy Knuckles, motherf**ker
You better watch your back, nigga, kill me

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