Freddie Foxxx (bumpy Knuckles) Devious Minds Lyrics

Devious Minds Lyrics

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Uh huh



Bring it back baby



Feel me on this...







[Verse One]



I can chop a beat like Funkmaster Flex



Challenge any MC's style, so who's next (uh, yeah)



I bring it ruff when I be rockin'



Even in the south my flow be boone dockin' (that's right)



Bumpy Knuckles makes the girls go crazy



Roll em like cee-lo, dice with me and Lazy



I got a appetite for the mic



Like a 450 pound nigga for chicken delight



Rappers are suspect, I got styles to dissect



Rappers wanna be actors, I direct (feel me)



I hate a biter laying in the cut



Listen to the lyrical styles and eat em up (check this)



I did a style and Tony Touched 50 MCs



Niggas wanted to here me rock it way overseas



I said I'm so ill



Deaf niggas be dancin to my jams still



I spit shit dead niggas could feel



Stay in my zone to keep shit sellin



Rappers, fake gangsters, lying to the fans - I'm tellin



You wanna know if a nigga is real



Try to kick it with him, look him in his eyes



If he tell you that he got a peal



So you can read em like that



That niggas not a dawg he's a mutherfuckin cat







[Chorus: repeat 2X]



It's the Devious Minds that'll make em do these things



All you gotta do is rock and make the mics ring



Don't try to be somthin that your not my nigga



Or you might get your fakin ass shot my nigga







[Verse 2]



Check it out...



To the Beat ya'll i make it rock on and on



Like night time being around before morn' (check it out)



I rock on my own label just like The Artist



Without the high heel boots and no I’m not a loud guitarist



Bitches enjoy my flow like good sex, then I hit



And Freddie Foxxx ain't gotta buy em shit



Niggas be promisin' (?)and givin out toasts



You can't get a bitch if your broke



Blow you niggas out like smoke



Everybody wanna rhyme



Is it for the love or the dimes (shit)



I know a nigga gotta eat, but at least you could keep the streets



And stop loopin up niggas beats



I'm sarcastic, shit I might spit



But don't mind me I'm just another MC



The only difference is i scrap for mines



And don't ride another nigga's lap for mines



It's about beats and rhymes



You niggas better get it together



Before I bring it to you nigga, whatever







[Chorus]







[Verse Three]



Can I get digible for a minute and rock the spot



I be to rap what clip be to glock



Cause imma fool like that, I flip like Dominique Dawes



I wouldn't mind gettin inside dem draws



Niggas are fake like radio drops in Hip-Hop



It's kinda like wrestling and jumpin off the top -



Rope, You Jesse Jackson ass niggas with hope



Got niggas in the audience sick offa bad dope



You niggas need Beatminerz



So you can stop serving up layin ass beats like the Greek diner



Check this, it gets exotic, chaotic



Idiotic, niggas bout it bout it



I got history, B



I done rocked with everybody from G Rap to M.O.P.



The Blast Master, did 'Hot Potato' with Treach



Even rocked with Pac... but you ain't herd that yet



Niggas be screamin that they real



Yeah, real bitch, real soft, like you smooth off



I like big butt bitches and hot cars



And never have ta give a bitch a diamond



Cause I'm nice with my rhymin'



Thug niggas in the house



Snatch up every coward that you see and throw his fuckin ass out







[Chorus]







[During Final Chorus]



Real niggaz



This goes out to



My niggas Gang Starr



My niggas Beatminerz



For my niggas M.O.P.



Check it out



Whaddup Kurupt Mob



For underground Niggas







Philly