[Freddie Foxxx]
Yeah, uh-huh, you ready?
It's b**py Knuckles baby, we tear this m********** down!
Welcome to the underground where hardcore n***** are found
We're beatin n***** down, make you world-reknown
Where street beef set off once, never forgiven
Where real n***** never give up, we fugitivin
That's how we be livin, where n***** vibe on the raw s***
Come out, your face f***** up and get your jaw split
n****, we pick your teeth up and put em on a string like bones
And send your punk a** home alone
I got stock in this microphone you innuendos
I get you beat the f*** up and played like Nintendo
Maybe smoke like the hydro endo, you n***** is hookers
I hit you wit the four pound tuckers
Have you ever seen a rap stampede?
Well bring em underground, and I'll run em down
You know my reputation, my voice over disco beats is violation
New York walk, New York talk
And when I blow you n***** dime, I use my own chalk
So watch what the f*** you say and what you do
For real, n***** bring it to you and your whole crew
Bring in baby, you ready?
[Chorus]
I got stock in this game
Got a bad reputation for bringin the glock to the game
You know my name
So if you ever come across me wrong
Just remember the words to this song
I be hearin mad MC's, I study your rhymes
And I noticed that you n***** is just wastin time
I don't take it to wack n*****, they self-destruct
I take it to nice n***** and f*** THEM UP!
So the fact that you be shinin makes it even better for me
That just leaves more cheddar for me
I keep it blacker than Cadillacs in '69
Total eclispe your record and stole your shine
Sixteen bars of homemade moonshine rhyme
And I still had you m*********** payin me mine
Wassup, watch me s***** a hundred grand on you n*****
No tax while you loudmouth braggin-a** n***** fake jacks
Yeah I'm nice wit my m********** hands
And I bust my heats, Freddie Foxxx celebrity box out the beats
My flow is so cold
Start a rainy day snowin, my voice fertilize your thoughts to start growin
It's b**py Knuckles and raw n***** incorporated
The real n***** love it, the fake n***** hate it
You m*********** ready for this? Check it out
Chorus 2x
I go one two three four five, I make it live
Simple-a** s*** like that be soundin wack
But when I spit the lyrical terror that makes n***** hide they jewels
Wild n***** start c***in they tools
I got my ethics from the older school, if you wack then I spit it
Something to steal, I come get it
If Freddie Foxxx want beef, n***** ain't wit it
Some n***** wanna try my style but can't fit it
I be hearin n***** that sound like me
But ain't never ever really put it down like me
Plus them n***** ain't really underground like me
Street reputation, love town-to-town like me
You b****-a** m*********** I squared off in the mainstream
World, actin like a m********** girls
I wet you like a jheri curl and you'll explode like uranium
The only thing you'll have to fall back on is your cranium
You soft n***** could never be iller
Than the holemaker, holefiller
b**py Knucks keep it realer, the bloodspiller
Don't f*** wit a m********** killer, TURN IT UP!
Chorus 2x
*on second time, last line is "THEN ALL YOU m***********'LL BE GONE"*
Yeah, uh-huh, you ready?
It's b**py Knuckles baby, we tear this m********** down!
Welcome to the underground where hardcore n***** are found
We're beatin n***** down, make you world-reknown
Where street beef set off once, never forgiven
Where real n***** never give up, we fugitivin
That's how we be livin, where n***** vibe on the raw s***
Come out, your face f***** up and get your jaw split
n****, we pick your teeth up and put em on a string like bones
And send your punk a** home alone
I got stock in this microphone you innuendos
I get you beat the f*** up and played like Nintendo
Maybe smoke like the hydro endo, you n***** is hookers
I hit you wit the four pound tuckers
Have you ever seen a rap stampede?
Well bring em underground, and I'll run em down
You know my reputation, my voice over disco beats is violation
New York walk, New York talk
And when I blow you n***** dime, I use my own chalk
So watch what the f*** you say and what you do
For real, n***** bring it to you and your whole crew
Bring in baby, you ready?
[Chorus]
I got stock in this game
Got a bad reputation for bringin the glock to the game
You know my name
So if you ever come across me wrong
Just remember the words to this song
I be hearin mad MC's, I study your rhymes
And I noticed that you n***** is just wastin time
I don't take it to wack n*****, they self-destruct
I take it to nice n***** and f*** THEM UP!
So the fact that you be shinin makes it even better for me
That just leaves more cheddar for me
I keep it blacker than Cadillacs in '69
Total eclispe your record and stole your shine
Sixteen bars of homemade moonshine rhyme
And I still had you m*********** payin me mine
Wassup, watch me s***** a hundred grand on you n*****
No tax while you loudmouth braggin-a** n***** fake jacks
Yeah I'm nice wit my m********** hands
And I bust my heats, Freddie Foxxx celebrity box out the beats
My flow is so cold
Start a rainy day snowin, my voice fertilize your thoughts to start growin
It's b**py Knuckles and raw n***** incorporated
The real n***** love it, the fake n***** hate it
You m*********** ready for this? Check it out
Chorus 2x
I go one two three four five, I make it live
Simple-a** s*** like that be soundin wack
But when I spit the lyrical terror that makes n***** hide they jewels
Wild n***** start c***in they tools
I got my ethics from the older school, if you wack then I spit it
Something to steal, I come get it
If Freddie Foxxx want beef, n***** ain't wit it
Some n***** wanna try my style but can't fit it
I be hearin n***** that sound like me
But ain't never ever really put it down like me
Plus them n***** ain't really underground like me
Street reputation, love town-to-town like me
You b****-a** m*********** I squared off in the mainstream
World, actin like a m********** girls
I wet you like a jheri curl and you'll explode like uranium
The only thing you'll have to fall back on is your cranium
You soft n***** could never be iller
Than the holemaker, holefiller
b**py Knucks keep it realer, the bloodspiller
Don't f*** wit a m********** killer, TURN IT UP!
Chorus 2x
*on second time, last line is "THEN ALL YOU m***********'LL BE GONE"*