Foxxx released his first LP, Freddie Foxxx Is Here in (1989) through MCA Records. He soon parted ways with the label and became a member of Queen Latifah's Flavor Unit establishment. In 1993, Foxxx was preparing to release his sophomore LP, Crazy Like A Foxxx, through Epic Records when the label unexpectedly decided to shelve it. Leader of the badest motorcycle gang krupt mob.
Foxxx then began to be known more for his cameos on songs by Boogie Down Productions, Naughty By Nature, M.O.P., Missin Linx and, most notably, his appearance on Gang Starr's The Militia from their Moment Of Truth album (1998). The song was issued as a single, building a buzz for Foxxx and helping him to prep for his next full-length release.
This time around he applied the lessons he'd learnt from previous experiences with major record labels, and went the independent route. His album, Industry Shakedown would become the best-selling independently released album of 2000. The LP featured production from hip hop heavyweights DJ Premier, Pete Rock and The Alchemist. The members of M.O.P. provided the albums only cameo.
After the success of Industry Shakedown, Foxxx once again moved labels from Landspeed Records to BBE Records and released his third official album, Konexion (2003). A less commercially successful affair, the album was nevertheless faithful to its predecessor in terms of style and content and featured contributions from frequent collaborator DJ Premier, DJ Clark Kent and Foxxx himself under the alias of Hidden Agenda.
Foxxx was shouted out at the end of Tupac Shakur's classic diss song "Hit 'Em Up" (video version).
Foxxx made significant contributions to the WWE SmackDown! vs. RAW 2006 soundtrack. He contributed two songs, and made a guest appearance on another song. He also produced all of the hip hop songs under his alias.
In 2006, he released a mixtape called Street Triumph, in anticipation of his fifth album, Amerikkan Black Man.
Win the G
Bumpy Knuckles Lyrics
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Yo O.C. are you ready to win the G?
The Gusto is comin home with me
Yo Bumpy Knucks are you ready to win the G?
The Gusto is comin home with me
Yo O.C. are you ready to win the G?
The Gusto is comin home with me
Yo Bumpy Knucks are you ready to win the G?
Comin home with me (comin home with me) comin home with me
Rrrrahhhh!
Who got the hardest, MC style, ever created?
Who got celebrity, status, and is still underrated?
Who got them two glock nines that be black and nickel plated?
And I'll blow a nigga's chest out, to keep me motivated
My periphreal, sees MC's, that ain't nice with these
So all my new rivalries'll be, MC robberies
I got these niggaz shook like, Shake-N-Bake, cook like
I knock your punk ass out, wake you up, and I show you
What I look like, who's that MC, that thinks that he can fuck with
F-are-E-D-D-I-E, excuse me, Bumpy Knucks
I don't give a fuck, if it's friend or foe
This shit is my job to let you niggaz know so don't take it personal
When I stick this verse in you, I don't know what you gon' do
Even if you get your crew I'll walk through the stage
Like it's Hoe Stroll Avenue, tappin on them pockets
Puttin tabs on your revenue, now dig this
It's mad niggaz that be thinkin they nice with they flow
It's mad niggaz that be frontin like they holdin some dough
It's mad niggaz that'll challenge me and after the show
They Don't want to Be Players no mo', like Joe
Niggaz try and come at me, with contemporary gangsta
Fusion I'm smashin with the simple shit I'm usin
Bashin and bruisin, who's in charge, BUMPY
Step up in my face I leave your forehead LUMPY
[Chorus]
I bring the pain like a slice to your vein, fuck your fame
Platinum and gold plate, don't hold no weight
I be that, prophetic soul drainer, ain't a motherfucker
In his right mind steppin in my cipher tryin to take mine
From West coast to East I'm full-fledged
Bust the science, niggaz better know the ledge
O see all, I G off, enemy I spot you
Two rhymes to my one verse, you go first
You tasteless face it, I engrave my name in your scalp
Like Damien, out for world domination
Don't get me wrong, I don't represent 666 figures
I'm just out to make figures
Who holds the threshold, to be the best
I crunch niggaz with my gold teeth like, vegetables
Carnivorous deliverance, murder one nemesis
Like a virgin, I snatch your innocence
Talkin bank robberies when you rhyme, hold up
You turn pussy on the mic when I roll up
Coca-Cola, a fission like soda
While you say butter, I'ma say Mazola
Money folder hold a grudge cold like a polar bear
Thug niggaz what? Blowin up spots like a SCUD
Win the G, win the G
Win the G, RRRRAHHHH!
Who's that New York nigga left, that be nice like B.I.
G.I., niggaz can't see I, see why?
You new poppin niggaz, and you crew hoppin niggaz
Step up in my face, and Bumpy be, 2Pa-cin niggaz
If this bitch up in yo' heart, I'ma find it
If you think I'm talkin to you, then just rewind it
I got six shots behind this, even with a vest on
Ya yellin, because I aim for the melon
I'm a felon, and I bet you never, been in a fight
Kinda like you really, never said shit on this mic
So if I diss a nigga hustlin that makes me a displayer
And if you buy my record twice, that makes you a two-payer/toupee-er
And if your girl like Donna Karan, that makes her a DK-er
And cause I hate your punk ass, that don't make you no playa
Without this record business shit you niggaz is broke as fuck
Smokin weed smokin woolies while I smoke your luck
And while your flow needs, medical aid
I just appear on niggaz shit, and I still get paid
Now where's my G nigga?
What niggaz'll think they made of steel and want to play brave?
Bitch MC's will find theyself in the grave
I make slaves of niggaz in ways never made
Voice like an Ox or better yet sharp as a blade
Intense the moment like sex when I'm bonin
Iller than Caligula brainwashed the Romans
I set it, let it be known, better beware, better be careful
Who dared to oppose my phenomenal flows, how dare you?
I smite your ass quick fast like Flash runnin past your ass
Niggaz'll end up with whiplash
But for the moment, I'm zonin, any opponents
I'ma cut it short right now, because this rap shit we own it
Come up off that cash nigga
The lyrics to Bumpy Knuckles' song "Win the G" depict the artist boasting about his skills, fame, and success in the rap game. He starts by asking his fellow artist, O.C., if they are ready to win the "G," which likely refers to the "game" or the competition in the music industry. The chorus repeats this question and asserts that the "Gusto," or the victory, is coming home with them.
Bumpy Knuckles continues by proclaiming himself as having the hardest MC style ever created and being underrated despite having celebrity status. He boasts about his weapons, specifically mentioning two glock nines that are black and nickel plated, indicating a readiness to defend himself and maintain his motivation. He sees other MCs who are not as skilled as him and considers their challenges as opportunities to "rob" their status.
The song also criticizes other artists who front about their wealth, claiming to be holding dough, and challenging Bumpy Knuckles. He dismisses their contemporary gangsta fusion and confidently asserts his superiority with his simple yet powerful rap style. The lyrics also touch upon Bumpy Knuckles' willingness to confront anyone who steps up to him, even if they bring their crew.
In the second verse, O.C. takes over and emphasizes his talent in bringing pain and being a soul drainer, someone who can extract the essence of others. He references locations from the West coast to the East, asserting his dominance throughout the rap scene. O.C. is out for world domination, but clarifies that he does not represent satanic figures, rather, he aims to make money and become the best.
The song ends with Bumpy Knuckles emphasizing his superiority as a New York rapper, likening himself to the late B.I.G. He calls out newer artists and warns them of his skills, proclaiming that if they have anything in their hearts against him, he will find it. Bumpy Knuckles dismisses any doubt in his abilities, showcasing his confidence in his fighting skills and lyrical prowess.
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: CHRISTOPHER E MARTIN, FREDDY FOXX, OMAR GERRYL CREDLE
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Engelbert Humperdinck
Classic song, True MC's! This new mumble rap shit can't touch this!
Dennis R
I had been looking for this track for years... Ill....
Manus Bell
200 views? what the fuck is wrong with people nowadays.... I will keep bump this, to me it is the reaalest.
BoogieDown .DITC
it's OC ft Bumby Knuckles.Anyway.big upload,thanks!