Class is open.
Come on in.
Oh, you want to be emcees,
sit down.
It's
Mr.
Bumpy, baby.
Ayo,
Pete
Rock.
Here we go again, baby.
We're gonna do it till they learn
the right way.
You ready to rock, baby?
Feel this.
What nature imparts to man
is called human nature.
To follow that nature is
called a way.
Cultivating that way is called education.
But for man to love himself
is called masturbation.
Before we talk about love,
they say it ain't right
I told you niggas what I love,
my first family for life
As I move around the world,
acquire new likes
New loves, new mics, new doves
I'm still spittin',
I'm not content with my life
Until I kill all my enemies,
leave them bent with a knife
That's what's wrong with these niggas,
they scared to fight
So they think bein' a gangsta's
bustin' guns on the mic
In the streets you black,
but at home you white
At least you like to think so, nig ga
Step into my mind frame, it don't stop
And I still keep the four pounds hot,
hot, hot
Niggas hungry on my block,
B
We tryin' to eat
And it's some fake -ass rap, niggas
We tryin' to see
I know deep down
it's botherin' me
When a motherfucker thinks that
he's smarter than me
When he ain't a better charter than me
And I do it on
Rap alone
And you'll never be harder than me
I'm tryin' to teach you stupid
-ass niggas how to rock
P -Rock
Knock, knock, knock
Come on in
This is my house, where we reign again
Real niggas shit, I bring the pain again
And some suckers in the game we in
Call me up, knock, knock, knock
Come on in, this is my house
Rain again
Real niggas shit, I bring the pain again
And some suckers in the game we in
And can't do it like the kids be
Followers send me
Peace to the old time
gangsters who send me
The energy to keep it moving
Be one of the best and stick out my chest
Like a true warrior
I caught this nigga selling bootlegs
He thought I didn't have a kind heart
I shoot legs,
since he was white and I was black
He had a pen and a checkbook,
I had ten in my mac
If half these rappers did that
They'd probably stop settling for
a pat on the back
And a plastic plaque,
that shit is mad whack
So here I come,
back with an other one
Bumpy out smokin',
while you niggas out jokin'
And playin' a game,
I'm on a 12 -inch piece of wax
Ignitin' a flame, the penalty of success
Is bein' bought by people
who used to diss you
Money short, they won't hit you
Stuck in beef, they
won't get you
When they fuck you, won't kiss you
When you're dead, six feet in the ground
They probably forget you
To get control is to take control
They can never have the mind,
the body, the soul of a true
MC
E -M -C -E -E -F -R
-E -D -D -F -O -XXX
Disrespect, you'll be crippled next
Yo,
Pete
Rock, how many times we gotta tell him,
son?
Knock, knock, knock, come on in
This is my house, it's rainin' again
Real nigga shit, I bring the pain again
It's some sucka,
then some game, we in
Knock, knock, knock, come on in , this is my house,
rain again, real niggas shit, I bring
the pain again, it's some suckers in the game we in,
I know you people think I'm angry but
I'm not, underground but I'm hot, all I got is the truth,
and I give you what I got, some
niggas are too old and tired, or young and stupid,
I'm a nigga with no patience, I shoot
quicker than
Cupid, so put it in your deck and dupe it,
pass it on, to see who bumpy
glassin' on, remember me, and the wild shit I did,
when I bodied him and raised his kids,
Now it's grown and it's on
If I'm this kinda nigga
when I'm livin'
Imagine the kinda angel I'd be
And all the foul niggas I'd see
Great men can't be ruled,
my spirit is free
And I rip a hole in every
fuckin' track given to me
Pay attention,
you niggas closin' mainstream
Fishin' through a wax song
lookin' for a hot verse
A hot word or a hot phrase
Your record company's livin' proof,
nigga, crime pays
Take you out nine ways and save ten
For your no -lyric ass when
you wanna do it again
And as long as you keep it on wax,
I'll stay in print
But if you ever take it to the streets,
you'll never rhyme again
I'm the tester of the hard chant,
not many pass
Matter of fact,
not many motherfuckers come to class
Cause they know I'll be all up in that ass
Like last night's dinner, and
Bumpy
Nux is the winner
Yeah, knock, knock, knock, come on in
This is my house, it ain't rainin' again
Real nigga shit, I bring the pain again
And some suckers in
the game at the en d
Bumpy
Nux, knock, knock,
knock, come on in
This is my house,
Wayne again
Real niggas shit, I bring the pain again
And some suckas in the
game we in
This is my house
You know what mean?
And don't act like you don't know
what I'm talking about
You got a problem with it?
When you see me, bring your game,
baby
We'll talk about it
We'll fight about it
Maybe you wanna make a record and
I got to write about it
I'm outspoken, get ready to go,
class over, the fuck out
