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freddie foxxx - stock in the game lyrics

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hi, i’m jona, freddie foxxx is my dad
and i wanna say that all you rappers are wack
wordup, baby, yeah, you ready?
it’s b-mpy knuckles, baby, we tear this motherf-cker down

welcome to the underground where hardcore n-gg-s are found
we’re beatin’ n-gg-s down, make you world renown
where street beef set off once never forgiven
where real n-gg-s never give up, we fugitivin’ that’s how we be livin’

where n-gg-s vibe on the raw sh-t
come out, your face f-cked up and get your jaw split
we will pick your teeth up and put ’em on a string like bones
and send your punk -ss home alone

i got stock in this microphone, you innuendos
and get you beat the f-ck up and played like nintendo
maybe smoke like the hydro, endo, you n-gg-s is hookers
i hit you with the four pound tuckers

have you ever seen a rap stampede?
we’ll 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-gg-s dime, i use my own chalk
so watch what the f-ck you say and what you do
for real, n-gg-s bring it to you and your whole crew
bring in, baby, you ready?

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 mcs, i study your rhymes
and i noticed that you n-gg-s is just wastin’ time
i don’t take it to wack n-gg-s, they self-destruct
i take it to nice n-gg-s and f-ck 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 eclipse your record and stole your shine

sixteen bars of homemade moonshine rhyme
and i still had you motherf-ckers payin’ me mine
what’s up? watch me sn-tch a hundred grand on you n-gg-s
no tax while you loudmouth braggin’ -ss n-gg-s fake jacks

i’m nice with my mothaf-ckin’ 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-mpy knuckles and raw n-gg-s incorporated
the real n-gg-s love it, the fake n-gg-s hate it
you motherf-ckers ready for this? check it out, here we go

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 got stock in the 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 go one, two, three, four, five, i make it live
simple -ss sh-t like that be soundin’ wack
but when i spit the lyrical terror that makes n-gg-s hide they jewels
wild n-gg-s start c-ckin’ they tools

i got my ethics from the older school
if you wack then i spit it
somethin’ to steal, i come get it
if freddie foxxx want beef, n-gg-s ain’t with it
some n-gg-s wanna try my style but can’t fit it

i be hearin’ n-gg-s that sound like me
but ain’t never ever really put it down like me
plus them n-gg-s ain’t really underground like me
street reputation, love town to town like me

you b-tch -ss motherf-ckers
i squared off in the mainstream world actin’ like a mothaf-ckin’ 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-gg-s could never be iller than the hole maker
hole filler, b-mpy knucks keep it realer, the blood spiller
don’t f-ck with a mothaf-ckin’ killer, turn it up

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 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
then all you motherf-ckers will be gone, word ’em up

now, check it out, all you motherf-ckers better know
baby, it’s b-mpy knuckles and i never die
if half you n-gg-s was really as you say you was
we wouldn’t have had no wars between the coast
but you n-gg-s is b-tches

’cause when they did it to us we never did it to them
so i’d do it to every motherf-ckin’ body, baby
the lone soldier, b-mpy knuckles, motherf-cker
you better watch your back, n-gg-, kill me

- freddie foxxx lyrics

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