R.N.S. (Real Nigga Shit)

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Premier scratches] "It's time for this real nigga shit..." "Bumpy Knucks..." "Ha, hah-hah" "Niggas can't see I..." "Fr-Fre-Fre, Freddie Foxxx with the twin millis" "Ha, hah-hah" "Bu-Bu, Buh-Bu, Bu, Bumpy Knucks.." "Niggas can't see I..." "It's time for this real nigga shit..." [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 niggas ain't now gettin'; feel me Remember everybody wanted to be "Peace, God, Divine" Real niggas 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 niggas When I walk into the Lyricist Lounge, lyricists lounge 'Cause niggas know that Bumpy Knucks'll tear this mutha down 'Cause the rawest, most illest shit, make up my sound That's why I stay gettin' money, like them niggas uptown I'm in your face – nigga, whassup now? Fuck all that peacemakin' bullshit I heard you spit you like to pull shit That's all bullshit, you keep your nine on some full shit You say you bust it, that's BULLSHIT! You know the illest MC that ever did it The rawest nigga 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? Niggas, 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? Niggas, 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 fuck 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 nigga turnin' these fake hard niggas to grasshoppers 'Cause the real becomes the realest, when I cock the man-stoppers I remember talkin' to Big Poppa; he said "Foxxx, you the illest" (Uhh) I make the realest nigga feel it Got a little mob of niggas I send to rob niggas 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 shit to quote I'ma always be a nigga, lookin' through your eyes So nothing that you do to me should come as no surprise I continue bein' raw, dog, puttin' in work I drown a bitch and get away, like my name was Captain Kirk Motherfuckers wanna hear it raw, Bumpy make it hurt Step on stage, rip the whole shit 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? Niggas, 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? Niggas, they can't take us If we deal with the real, and shut down the fakers [Verse 3: Freddie Foxxx] What fucked 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, nigga, 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 niggas 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 Niggas know Bumpy like to flow all out Microphone, gun in hands, nigga – go all out No exceptions, to females, I ride 'em, giddy-up! How bad I wanna fuck 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? Niggas, 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? Niggas, they can't take us If we deal with the real, and shut down the fakers [Outro: DJ Premier scratches] "Bumpy Knucks..." "Niggas 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 nigga shit..."