[Intro: Freddie Foxxx]
Ha, check it out
It's Bumpy Knuckles, baby, also known as Freddie Foxxx
That's right, and I came to check my n***as De La Soul
See, y'all n***as don't really wanna bust that shit, huh?
You know what I'm sayin'? So I'ma show you n***as the super-laser-gamma-ultra-killer-n***a special
You n***as ain't no killers
You motherfuckers ain't gon' hurt nobody, n***a
You better keep rhymin', n***a
'Fore I smack the shit out of you, you little fuckin' sissy
You n***as ain't real, that's right
It's De La Soul, baby, and Bumpy motherfuckin' Knuckles, baby
Alright, come on

[Verse 1: Maseo]
Check my stats, entire, apparat'
Even from the days when I had to roll strapped
Wonderin' if I got to go back to that
Just to rub records from rap and kick facts
To tracks and stack, one ho got K'ed
Yeah, some got paid, some waved in a phase
Fact of the matter, my style will never fade
Managin' to keep it all A-grade
So you can stay nourish and flourish with the truth
Ain't no lie [?][0:50] some n***as I know
If I need a mayday
For some fuckin n***as tryin' to play me crazy
Causin' interruptions to my big payday
Playin' with them guns make them fuckin' leary
But if it's clearly
Merely and surely and how it's gotta be
I got some thorough n***as that's ridin' me
So with your bullshit, I'm not buyin' it, B
Don't come around thinkin' you can try it with me
'Cause, uh
[Chorus]
You don't wanna bust that shit (Uh-uh)
You don't wanna bust that shit (No, no)
You don't wanna bust that shit (Uh-uh)
You don't wanna bust that shit (No, no)
You don't wanna bust that shit (Uh-uh)
You don't wanna bust that shit (No, no)
You don't wanna bust that shit (Uh-uh)
You don't wanna bust that shit

[Verse 2: Maseo]
Shick-shick, click-a-clack
This is where my people headin' at
Innocent people are carryin' gats
Now what the fuck is all that?
Is it 'cause times live like a wire?
Gettin' shock-treated by the crossfire
Ha-siyahh, burn bare, well prepared
To make my decision for my livin'
I ain't the one robbin', I'm the one givin'
Hip-hop driven and willin' to die for it
When Scott LaRock died, man, I cried and shit
Then some cats got rich callin' a woman a bitch
But ain't no woman like the one I got
And if you call her a bitch, well, you might get—
And I know the feelings is mutual
It's uncivilized and unsuitable
Crips and Bloods are recruitable
[Chorus]
But you don't wanna bust that shit (Uh-uh)
You don't wanna bust that shit (No, no)
You don't wanna bust that shit (Uh-uh)
You don't wanna bust that shit (No, no)
You don't wanna bust that shit (Uh-uh)
You don't wanna bust that shit (No, no)
You don't wanna bust that shit (Uh-uh)
You don't wanna bust that shit

[Outro: Freddie Foxxx]
Haha, yeah, you get the motherfuckin' point, huh?
You n***as get the motherfuckin' point, huh?
That's right, so while you n***as is sittin' up in central booking, cryin' like bitches, huh?
I'm in the motherfuckin' holdin' block waitin' for your sweet pussy punk ass
And I'ma whoop the shit out of you for gettin' on a fuckin' record, actin' like you a fuckin' killer
I'ma show you n***as what a motherfuckin' killer's all about, huh?
You n***as ain't no motherfucking gangsters
You don't wanna bust that motherfuckin' shit, punk
I'll punch your whole chest cavity out, faggot
You ain't no real n***a, n***a
I'll smack the shit out of you
'Cause you ain't a fuckin' live n***a
You sittin' in central booking, cryin' like a bitch, waitin' for your father to come bail you out
And Freddie Foxxx don't play that shit, n***a
That's right, Bumpy Knuckles, motherfucker
And if you don't know, now you motherfuckin' know
Ayo, De La, check it out, it's your motherfuckin' man
And if anyone of them n***as get sidewindin' with you, n***a
Let me know and I will send them n***as hot ones like I'm a motherfuckin' Mexican
Feel me on that one, huh?
'Cause them n***as know me, n***a
Believe me, n***a, they know me
The motherfuckin' troublemaker, that's right
And De La Soul is rollin' with Bump' Knux', n***a
So what? Tell me, what?
AOI format one complete, please insert disc two