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    DJ Jazzy Jeff / Lyrics

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    "Scram" Lyrics

    DJ Jazzy Jeff feat. Freddie Foxxx

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    [Intro]
    yo, now its 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

    [Verse 1]
    Rockin is a state of mind for niggaz who really do it
    Leavin suckaz behind and can't move through it
    You cut a throat to do better than niggaz doing better
    But you can't cut the neck of the second letter
    you MP knucks rappers get swung like trucks
    Niggaz swearing that he nice when he really suck
    And yo ruck why do rappers say they thugs and gangstas
    When they halloween dress up nigga panty hose
    Acting like he hard with them new edition candy girl flow
    I'm funky like george sir knows
    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 buss it
    Philly soul reaching
    Bumpy heart touching
    Jazzy like jeff nigga I'm not a giraffe
    I'm 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

    [Chorus]
    Scram kid your new to me you bother (that's right its bumpy knuckles)
    Cause I know you niggaz 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

    [Verse 2]
    Here I am the real emcee
    Writing off sucka emcees like I'm dmc
    Little killers in the bm 3
    Follow one be in the black 600 with the one true v
    I'm in V12 but wherever I dwell
    They 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
    here's 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

    [Chorus]
    Scram kid your new to me you bother me (that's right)
    Cause I know why'all niggaz 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)

    [Verse 3]
    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 its 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
    Niggaz is shook down
    Its time for revolution
    Cause I see booty its wax prostitution
    'I'm the chairmen of busting niggaz with chairs
    Cracking niggaz 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 niggaz 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 lista kane 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 take pride in the mic and I fight for it
    Like it was a civil rights baby

    [Chorus 2x]
    Scram kid your new to me you bother (bumpy knuckles)
    Cause I know why'all niggaz 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 niggaz 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
    This song was submitted on November 26th, 2013 and last modified on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Freddie Foxxx, Kevin Brown.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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