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Get Off Me
Bumpy Knuckles
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I only fuck with my niggas, I gotta keep it tight
With my big brother, Bumpy Knuckles
We gon' ride on these niggas, my nigga
Turn up the mics, yeah, let's get crazy
Nigga, what? Turn up the mics
Y'all bitch-ass niggas is Swayze
Check it out
I'm nasty, but fuck bitches, handcuff snitches
Feed they nuts to pit bulls, then plan more business
Got sluts on leashes walkin' on all fours
Have 'em eatin' from dog bowls, pettin' they heads
'Cause they love playin' that role, they sexy in bed
Smokin' bud, I'm outta control, wish death on the Feds
Cup spills with Grey Goose, watchin' snuff films
Laughin' with dykes that wear patent leather with spikes
My cheddar is right, Miami Beach, playin' it low
St. Barts, rent a house and a boat
Two hundred thou' on my throat
That's only half of what my wife ice cost
Phone call, hearin' another boss got his life lost
Well, wipin' sand off of my toes
Read a book called "Catcher in the Rye," I chose
Some Bob Marley, then I plotted a scheme
To make me and Bump Knux more rich, then I got me a team
He got him a team, he tryna buy G4s with missile launchers
Tired of walkin' around with beef without pistols on us
C4's better, I'm callin' up some B-More killers to come and bleed you
Sure as the sun's in the sky, you'll surely die
You washed up, fuck your people
Your money ain't as long as mine, you dumb and you foul
Who you tryna squeeze? Old as fuck with Alzheimer's disease
We the new breed, nigga
Turn up the mics
Uh, holla at somebody real
Turn out the lights (Uh-huh)
Bump Knuckles, God's Son, get right, motherfucker
Turn up the mics
Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, turn them motherfuckers up (Yeah, yeah)
Turn out the lights
That's right, y'all know why?
Suicide, suicide (I'll tell you why, it's Bump)
I'm rowdy, I'm wild, I'm crazy, I'm sick, I talk slick
Name-brand bitches all on my dick, I don't trip
I meet bitches in this game that got pretty famous names
All that's project pussy, nigga, all the same, we gangstas
We keep it hardcore, keep it street
Keepin' guns and microphones, B keep it heat
I'm the unsquashable beef, I put it in your rider
That means at every show, I'll be layin' in your dressin' room
Next to the Henny rock, two times twenty cocked
I'm a cold-ass nigga that keep shit plenty hot
My bubble Goose is stocked with double troops
For you old-ass gangstas and you troubled youth
Know it, I hate cops and niggas with cop friends (Yeah, yeah)
That's still, by weight, in the hood, they drop ends
With little marks on 'em, scratched by the eye
You hand me a twenty, you must wanna die, nigga
I won't remake a Pac record or say a Biggie verse
And I'll shoot you without smokin' a Ziggy Marley first
God's Son, we hot in here
Bravehearts, we hot in here, niggas, they got to fear
Turn up the mics, yeah, let's get crazy
Nigga, what? Turn up the mics
Y'all bitch-ass niggas is Swayze
Check it out
Turn up the mics, yeah, let's get crazy
Nigga, what? Turn up the mics
Y'all bitch-ass niggas is Swayze
Check it out
Turn up the mics, yeah, let's get crazy
Nigga, what? Turn up the mics
Y'all bitch-ass niggas is Swayze
Yeah, yeah