Bushman Tells It

Bushman Tells It Lyrics

(feat. Bushman)
[Bushman:]
I'ma have to take this to the motherf**kin ghetto-ass summit man
There's a lot of fake-ass motherf**kers
claimin they ratin sh*t on motherf**kin cable networks
Knahmsayin man? I can't understand this sh*t man
I'm from where they make you SHIVER
You know that place they call motherf**kin Bronx River
But I always kept low-key motherf**ker
Cause I know it's hard out there
Y'knahmsayin I'd be sittin on the sidelines, up in the PJ's man
And I was there when sh*t was goin down
With them niggaz Bambaataa, and Kool Herc nigga
Yo Fab 5 Freddy~!
Yo these niggaz really need to know what the f**k is goin on man
Cause when you did motherf**kin, Yo! Raps
You really told it like it was
But these new motherf**kin made brand motherf**kers
that don't got no motherf**kin life
Just livin paycheck to paycheck
and lookin for a f**kin squirt-off for the night
Just like them niggaz be up at Suzy Rendezvous, f**kin around
Pullin they dick out, thinkin they can get they sh*t licked
Got a bunch of motherf**kers sittin around a motherf**kin table
Claimin they know who the best
The best rappers out here in this motherf**kin world
Y'all niggaz is straight nincompoop motherf**kers, knahmsayin?
You gon' get a nigga like me and a whole bunch
of other motherf**kers out here that know the real true game
to this hip-hop game yo
Gon' give you that Tyson look and slap you the f**k up real quick
Like you sittin on benches, up in the projects nigga
Hawkin and spittin, on the floor
Yeah you ain't motherf**kin God, thinkin you know everything
Think you servin down on this motherf**kin world
Globally, there's all type of rap niggaz out here y'knahmsayin?
Who the f**k you think you is
to put yourself in that f**kin type of category~?!
To claim who's the f**kin best
Cause you know this ain't no motherf**kin contest, motherf**ker
You ain't never judged niggaz in Africa
So what the f**k is you comin out here from New York City
and you don't even live in N.Y.C.
Youse a nigga from another STATE
Motherf**kin fakin jacks motherf**ker
I need to slap you in the back of your motherf**kin neck
and give you a wedgie at the same time motherf**ker
You don't even go to China
Now how the f**k can you claim that you know who's the motherf**kin best?
When yo' ass is sittin in the motherf**kin, BlueTube motherf**ker
Tryin to smile up in all niggaz faces
When we walk around you, smilin
You don't even go to motherf**kin Timbuktu
And talk to those niggaz up in the hills
When sh*t was goin down, and you be sittin around a f**kin panel
with all these motherf**kin fat obesity motherf**kers
That don't even know they front from they left
Tryin to judge motherf**kers with these plaques
Y'all niggaz need to step the f**k back
Cause y'all niggaz is way whack
I don't even understand y'all niggaz
Y'all niggaz is really givin rap a real, f**kin look
A bad motherf**kin look I mean
You got me so highly upset nigga, I feel like sweatin
and defecatin all over your motherf**kin face