Keith N Bumpy

See, you play around too f**kin' much (How many people you got hurt?) You ain't learned your lesson yet (You ain't learned your f**kin' lesson) You still playin' and f**kin' around That's all you doin, you playin' f**kin' around Youse a little, bitch Youse a bitch a*s nigga, smack your f**kin' skullies off You niggaz ain't learned a f**kin' lesson yet? Count your blessing yet, publicity got you mixed up And Keith's f**ked your whole million dollar aura Clean cut or thugged out, I don't give a f**k Niggaz with that champagne shit f**kin' with me, you'll earn a job in the cleaners Givin' motherf**kers a permanent crease We don't do Entertainment Tonight, Rosie O'Donnell Piss on niggaz like you and take your video models Straight to Church's Chicken, and f**kin' McDonald's f**k all you glamorized faggot niggaz Y'all on some real hardcore, maggot niggaz Catch you in the gridlock in New York City traffic Hit you in the face with a rock tied up in a f**kin' sock Tell the cops, I'll chase you with a mac-10 Follow your Range Rover with stockin' caps For seventy-eight more f**kin' blocks Watch ambulances and paramedics take off your paragon down Remove your f**kin' mop, take your body pieces In a f**ked up van to a Mexican chop shop f**k a bitch-a*s bodyguard, bunch of niggaz squealin' Cancel your important meetings, we can do this Broad daylight, just me and you in a f**kin' Jamaican restaurant "Who da f**k ya tink you are mon, what ya f**kin doin? You don't know the f**k I am", load three four five clips f**kin' magazines, I'll show you the f**kin' bomb Ya blood clot, catch you niggaz in Quadrasonic or Sony Platinum Sounds, who is it Bill? Who's f**kin' around with Crazy Tony? All that bullshit, walkin' around with - hard packs You motherf**kers carryin' backpacks That's right, with your hooded parkas You motherf**kers s*ck d**k and you're phony Y'all do y'all shit in the studio We bring our shit to your face Y'all do y'all shit in the studio We bring our shit to your face Y'all do y'all shit in the studio We bring our shit to your face Y'all do y'all shit in the studio We bring our shit to your face My mental is sinister, I run shit like a prime minister You still breathin' motherf**ker? 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 [unverified] ba-boom, and I'm sendin' yo' a*s to the moon Another motherf**ker bite the dust from the lust To live plush, and he died quick from the rush Now I'm Southbound, f**k 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' motherf**ker? 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 f**kin' way that they wanna play Just remember one f**kin' day that that a*s gotta pay 'Cause f**kin' with my gravy is like rapin' my little baby And you still wouldn't be safe if you joined the f**kin' navy You must be crazy, thinkin' yo' a*s can get Swayze But the only f**kin' 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 bitches brains, when they s*ckin' on my sugar cane My fame came before money you f**kin' dummy Bitches callin' me, Bumpy while my d**k is in they tummy But if you cross the line, you won't be able to find They motherf**kin' head, they limbs or they spine So all you bitch motherf**kers better respect mine If you plan on bein' here to see the f**kin' sunshine (Blaow) Blaow, with one in your spine Keith 'n' Bumpy' put one in your spine