R.N.S. (Real n*gga sh*t) lyrics

[Scratches by DJ Premier]
"It's time for this real n*gga sh*t.."
"Bumpy Knucks.."
"Ha, hah-hah"
"n*ggas can't see I.."
"Fr-Fre-Fre, Freddie Foxxx with the twin millis" -] O.C
"Ha, hah-hah"
"Bu-Bu, Buh-Bu, Bu, Bumpy Knucks.."
"n*ggas can't see I.."
"It's time for this real n*gga sh*t.."

[Freddie Foxxx]
When I was small I made pause tapes for "Super Sperm"
Rappin in high school, drinkin forties, smokin sherm
Listen to Cold Crush and Grandmaster Caz spittin
Gettin somethin then, that n*ggas ain't now gettin; feel me
Remember everybody wanted to be "Peace, God, Divine"
Real n*ggas kept their attributes, right through '99
Peace to the god Taheem, watching over me
White chariots and horses, get me over rough courses
While I silence those voices that doubted my ability
To rip, through these young ass n*ggas
When I walk into the Lyricist Lounge, lyricists lounge
Cause n*ggas know that Bumpy Knucks'll tear this mutha down
Cause the rawest most illest sh*t, make up my sound
That's why I stay gettin money, like them n*ggas uptown
I'm in your face - n*gga whassup now
f*ck all that peacemakin bullsh*t
I heard you spit you like to pull sh*t
That's all bullsh*t, you keep your nine on some full sh*t
You say you bust it, that's BULLsh*t!
You know the illest MC that ever did it
The rawest n*gga that ever chewed up rhymes and spit it
In the new millenium cities, watch what I do
I'm bout to save hip-hop like Ghost did the Wu

Chorus: Freddie Foxxx (repeat 2X)
For the DJ's, the rappers, the writers, the breakers
The movers, the shakers, the beat, the makers
What's stronger than hip-hop n*ggas they can't take us
If we deal with the real, and shut down the fakers

[Freddie Foxxx]
I'm proud to be a black man in my existence, so f*ck the Klan
I ain't blinded by your jewels and your million dollar checks
I'm always ready for whatever's next
My road in life ain't easy cause I'm complex
You know the real, n*gga turnin these fake hard n*ggas to grasshoppers
Cause the real becomes the realest, when I c*ck the manstoppers
I remember talkin to Big Poppa; he said "Foxxx, you the illest,"
(uhh) I make the realest n*gga feel it
Got a little mob of n*ggas I send to rob n*ggas
Take all that fly jewelry, and give it to my moms
I keep the industry up in arms like Zack La Roche
Cause they hate to see me comin, with this too black approach
Through the hardest time in hip-hop, I stayed afloat
So let me give the media some fly sh*t to quote
I'mma always be a n*gga, lookin through your eyes
So nothin that you do to me should come as no surprise
I continue bein raw dog, puttin in work
I drown a b*tch and get away, like my name was Captain Kirk
Motherf*ckers wanna hear it raw, Bumpy make it hurt
Step on stage, rip the whole sh*t down and merc'
Chorus

[Freddie Foxxx]
What f*cked you up is that I'm so nice and don't rehearse
On any record I'm the king of the third verse
It's +Strictly Business+, if it's +Personal+ I let you know
I hold your heart until the Lord tell me let you go
Don't need advice from no corny ass A&R that never filled a milk crate
With breakbeats, I keep it raw n*gga straight street
To my comrades in L.A, L.A., L.A
I still got the bulletproof - Pelle, Pelle, Pelle
Keep the music underground as I reiterate twice
Tell n*ggas to they face, I thought you wasn't nice
Kick my ass? Nah, not likely; out mic me?
Not likely, stay on the sidelines like Spike Lee
n*ggas know Bumpy like to flow all out
Microphone, gun in hands n*gga, go all out
No exceptions to females I ride 'em giddyup
How bad I wanna f*ck Brat, since she pushed them titties up
It's the underground sound that designs the street
Freddie Foxxx designed the rhyme, Premier designed the beat

Chorus

[Scratches by DJ Premier]
"Bumpy Knucks.."
"n*ggas can't see I.."
"Fr-Fre-Fre, Freddie Foxxx with the twin millis" -] O.C
"Bu-Bu, Buh-Bu, Bu, Bumpy Knucks.."
"It's time for this real n*gga sh*t.."