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"
"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..."

[Verse 1: 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]
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

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

[Verse 2: 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 man-stoppers
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 Roch'
'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 murk
[Chorus: Freddie Foxxx]
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

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

[Verse 3: 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'll 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, giddy-up!
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: Freddie Foxxx]
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

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

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