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