DJ Jazzy Jeff, Freddie Foxxx - Scram lyrics
[DJ Jazzy Jeff, Freddie Foxxx - Scram lyrics]
Yo, now it's time i want everybody to listen
Come on
Cause when I get on the mic and do my thing
You need to listen reach out and feel this
Check it out
Rockin is a state of mind for
Niggas who really do it
Leavin suckaz behind and can't
Pull through it you cut a throat to do
Better than niggas doing better
But you can't cut the neck
Of the second letter
U MP knucks rappers get swung like chucks
Niggas swearing that he nice
When he really suck
And yo Ruk why do rappers
Say they thugs and gangstas
When they halloween dressin up
Nigga panty hose
Acting like he hard with them
New edition candy girl flow
Im funky like George Sir Nose
I'm real like tax time you try to escape
I clamp down on your real
Estate and your fake estate
That means everything rented borrowed stolen
And anything you might be holdin
I Come like? it us under pressure bussin
Philly soul reaching bumpy heart touching
Jazzy like jeff nigga I'm not a giraffe
Im bumpy abdu jamal I clap you fast
And be dead centre chest
Like the gold medallion
That hangs around a neck on a old italian
Scram kid your new to me you bother
(that's right it's bumpy knuckles)
Cause I know you niggas really ain't thugs
You trying to be hardcore but you really not
I'll write your eulogy you bother me
(that's right)
It'll be no help from family or friends
Nobody can really help you now
Here I am the real emcee
Writing off sucka emcees like I'm dmc
Little killers in the bm 3
Follow Bumpy in the black 600 with the 1 2 V
I meant V12 but wherever I dwell
They'll bust for me in heaven they
Bust for me from hell
Cause I'm still hot any rapper I fear not
I give it to you raw like
My pops was gil scott mama was jill scott
Humming melodies
My head on her chest feeling
The bass in her breast
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
Heres one to think about
Come to bumpy get your heart tested
If you pass you'll be passing out
I'm blasting in and I'm blasting out
Scram kid your new to me you bother me
(that's right)
Cause I know yall niggas really ain't thugs
You trying to be hardcore but you're not
(your not)
I'll write your eulogy you bother me
It'll be no help from family or friends
Nobody can really help you now (come on)
I'm more convinced now than on
A part on my life
That I'm a die with rhyming
Kids and a rhyming wife
I'm a body every nigga that ever did me trife
That's word to great grand grandma
Indian and her carving knife
I'm power in it's finest
Hour ask queen latifah
Whose the hardest rap gansgta that
She'll ever speak ta
You better check my record
Matter fact check my album
Industry shook down niggas is shook now
Its time for revolution
Cause I see booty it's wax prostitution
'Im the chairmen of busting
Niggas with chairs
Cracking niggas heads open
With heineken beers
Most people see my shadow black and wide
But can't see my heart black with pride
Cause you got a devil inside
Plotting for the spot where the
Late great biggie reside
I be a father like big chuck
Raising my son and keep the enemy close
And bust their gun
I step to a few niggas and made em all one
With a 16 shot beretta that I call fun
Music must reflect the time
Time reflect the music
The shorty come correct if you next to use it
From lil bow wow to lil zane
I told this to kane's
Brother little daddy shane
I always spit a nigga name
And hope to god he answer then
I get all in his body like a nasty cancer
I take honour and pride in the
Mic and I fight for it
Like it was a civil rights baby
Scram kid your new to me you bother
(bumpy knuckles)
Cause I know yall niggas really ain't thugs
You trying to be hardcore but you really not
(not baby)
I'll write your eulogy you bother me
It'll be no help from family or friends
Nobody can really help you now
Scram kid your new to me you bother
Cause I know you niggas really ain't thugs
You trying to be hardcore but you really not
(your not)
I'll write your eulogy you bother me
It'll be no help from family or friends
Nobody can really help you now
Lets go
Come on
Cause when I get on the mic and do my thing
You need to listen reach out and feel this
Check it out
Rockin is a state of mind for
Niggas who really do it
Leavin suckaz behind and can't
Pull through it you cut a throat to do
Better than niggas doing better
But you can't cut the neck
Of the second letter
U MP knucks rappers get swung like chucks
Niggas swearing that he nice
When he really suck
And yo Ruk why do rappers
Say they thugs and gangstas
When they halloween dressin up
Nigga panty hose
Acting like he hard with them
New edition candy girl flow
Im funky like George Sir Nose
I'm real like tax time you try to escape
I clamp down on your real
Estate and your fake estate
That means everything rented borrowed stolen
And anything you might be holdin
I Come like? it us under pressure bussin
Philly soul reaching bumpy heart touching
Jazzy like jeff nigga I'm not a giraffe
Im bumpy abdu jamal I clap you fast
And be dead centre chest
Like the gold medallion
That hangs around a neck on a old italian
Scram kid your new to me you bother
(that's right it's bumpy knuckles)
Cause I know you niggas really ain't thugs
You trying to be hardcore but you really not
I'll write your eulogy you bother me
(that's right)
It'll be no help from family or friends
Nobody can really help you now
Here I am the real emcee
Writing off sucka emcees like I'm dmc
Little killers in the bm 3
Follow Bumpy in the black 600 with the 1 2 V
I meant V12 but wherever I dwell
They'll bust for me in heaven they
Bust for me from hell
Cause I'm still hot any rapper I fear not
I give it to you raw like
My pops was gil scott mama was jill scott
Humming melodies
My head on her chest feeling
The bass in her breast
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
Heres one to think about
Come to bumpy get your heart tested
If you pass you'll be passing out
I'm blasting in and I'm blasting out
Scram kid your new to me you bother me
(that's right)
Cause I know yall niggas really ain't thugs
You trying to be hardcore but you're not
(your not)
I'll write your eulogy you bother me
It'll be no help from family or friends
Nobody can really help you now (come on)
I'm more convinced now than on
A part on my life
That I'm a die with rhyming
Kids and a rhyming wife
I'm a body every nigga that ever did me trife
That's word to great grand grandma
Indian and her carving knife
I'm power in it's finest
Hour ask queen latifah
Whose the hardest rap gansgta that
She'll ever speak ta
You better check my record
Matter fact check my album
Industry shook down niggas is shook now
Its time for revolution
Cause I see booty it's wax prostitution
'Im the chairmen of busting
Niggas with chairs
Cracking niggas heads open
With heineken beers
Most people see my shadow black and wide
But can't see my heart black with pride
Cause you got a devil inside
Plotting for the spot where the
Late great biggie reside
I be a father like big chuck
Raising my son and keep the enemy close
And bust their gun
I step to a few niggas and made em all one
With a 16 shot beretta that I call fun
Music must reflect the time
Time reflect the music
The shorty come correct if you next to use it
From lil bow wow to lil zane
I told this to kane's
Brother little daddy shane
I always spit a nigga name
And hope to god he answer then
I get all in his body like a nasty cancer
I take honour and pride in the
Mic and I fight for it
Like it was a civil rights baby
Scram kid your new to me you bother
(bumpy knuckles)
Cause I know yall niggas really ain't thugs
You trying to be hardcore but you really not
(not baby)
I'll write your eulogy you bother me
It'll be no help from family or friends
Nobody can really help you now
Scram kid your new to me you bother
Cause I know you niggas really ain't thugs
You trying to be hardcore but you really not
(your not)
I'll write your eulogy you bother me
It'll be no help from family or friends
Nobody can really help you now
Lets go