Yeah Now it's time Uh huh I want everybody to listen C'mon When I get on the mic and do my thing you need to listen Reach out and feel this C'mon Rockin' is a state of mind for niggas who really do it Leavin' suckers behind that can't pull through it You cut a throat to do better than niggas doin' better But you can cut the neck of the second letter U-M-P knucks Rappers get swung like chucks Nigga swearin' that he's nice when he really sucks Ay yo Ruck why do rappers say they're thugs and gangsters when they Holloween dress up nigga pantyhose? Actin' like he hard with that new edition candy girl flow Or funky like George sir knows I'm real like tax time You try to escape and I clamp down on your real estate and your fake estate That means anything rented, borrowed, stolen, and anything you might be holdin' I come like two knit (?) under pressure bustin' Philly soul reachin' Bumpy heart touchin' Jazzy like Jeff nigga I'm not a giraffe I'm Bumpy I move them all I clap you fast (fuck) And beat dead centered chest like the gold madallion That hangs around the neck on the old Italian Scram 'cause you're new to me You bother me 'Cause I know y'all niggas really ain't thugs You're tryin' to be hardcore but you're not I'll write you're euology You bother me It'll be No help from family, no friends, nobody can really help you now Here I am the real emcee Writin' off sucker emcee's like I'm D.M.C. Little killers in the BM 3 Follow bumpy in the black 600 with the one true V I meant V 12 wherever I dwell There's a bus for me in heaven, there's a bus for me in hell 'Cause I'm still hot Any rapper I fear not I give it to you raw like my pops was Gill Scott Momma was Jill Scott Hummin' melodies my head on her chest feelin' the bass in her breasts Time nor space exists for the man That knows the eternal Don't make me return you You can pull it out Wave it no doubt But before you bust it off here's one to think about Come to Bumpy get your heart tested If you pass you'll be passin' out I'm blastin' in and I'm blastin' out Scram 'cause you're new to me You bother me 'Cause I know y'all niggas really ain't thugs You're tryin' to be hardcore but you're not I'll write you're euology You bother me It'll be No help from family, no friends, nobody can really help you now I'm more convinced now then on a part of my life That I'm a die with rhymin' kids and a rhymin' wife I'm a body every nigga that ever did me trife This word the great grandma Indian and I carve the knife I'm power in it's finest hour Ask Queen Latifah Who's the hardest rappin' gangsta that she'll ever speak to You better check my record Matter fact, check my album Industry shook down Niggas is shook now It's time for revolution 'Cause I see booty as wax prostitution I'm the chairman of bustin' niggas with chairs Crackin' niggas heads open with Hieneken beers Most people see my shadow, black and white But can't see my heart, black with pride 'Cause you got a devil inside Plottin' for the spot where the late great Biggie resides I'll be a father like Big Chuck Raisin' my son to keep the enemy close and bust they're gun I stepped to a few niggas and made them all one With a 16 shot barretta that I call fun Music must reflect the time Time reflect the music Shorty come correct if you next to use it From Lil' Bow Wow to Lil' Zane I told (?) cane brother little daddy Shane I always spit a nigga name And hope to God he answer Then I'll get in his body like a nasty cancer I take honor and pride in the mic And I fight for it like it was a civil right baby Scram 'cause you're new to me You bother me 'Cause I know y'all niggas really ain't thugs You're tryin' to be hardcore but you're not I'll write you're euology You bother me It'll be No help from family, no friends, nobody can really help you now Scram 'cause you're new to me You bother me 'Cause I know y'all niggas really ain't thugs You're tryin' to be hardcore but you're not I'll write you're euology You bother me It'll be No help from family, no friends, nobody can really help you now Let's go