Intro: samples
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--Freddie Foxxx-- --Let me tell you--
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--Who's the real divine?-- --You like that--
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--Freddie Foxxx-- --Let me tell you--
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[Verse One]
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I be all in you like you disrespected space in my lyric zone
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I'm like a pit, with a leg in his mouth, I bring it home
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Bumpy ripping everything known, block every blow zone
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I make you sit your ho ass down, turn off your microphone
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Cause after me its un-rippable
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I slap you in your mouth, your drinks'll be unsippable
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I got miles of styles, you must be out your motherfuckin brain
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To think I'm not the nicest in the game
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Disconnected from your mainframe, punched cocked
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Twirl your nose up Murray the cop, to the beat down you don't stop
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When Fox and Bumpy keep it hot
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End the whole beef with just one shot, niggaz I fear not
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This piece of steel with the screen on top
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Projects uncut chyna white dope
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Leave a freeze in a nigga throat
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I fight for this like the right to vote
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The poison I spit, they'll never be an antecdote
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You niggaz thought I put my mic down
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Cause the industry's scared cause I put my fight down
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Before I do that, I sell it out the trunk and make a mill
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Now thats a real rap nigga deal
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In 99 I'm droppin niggaz like flies
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Fuck flowin, I'm turning niggaz into Jesse Owens
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Cock the four pound, keep it going, I'm in your dresser room layin
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You bitch ass niggaz just start prayin baby
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Chorus:
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Rhymin is a part of my life
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I'ma die with rhymin kids and a rhymin wife
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I don't let nobody judge me that don't know how to do what I do
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So if you don't like it then fuck you!
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*repeat*
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[Verse One]
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I watch niggaz get hyped up with one single and get gassed
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Then fall like a bad pass
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Niggaz run outta New York, to live in other places
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Hopin somebody remember old rap faces
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Fuck that, I'ma five borough thorough MC
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Where I go, New York goes, keepin New York flows
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Niggaz be switchin cause they not sure
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Your style is played out soft shit like Valure
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In red and black living rooms when the system booms
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He's a nice little diss to whomever whom
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Come against me and I give you one of three picks:
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Get shot, get stuck up, get your ass kicked
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Bring your whole unit, and I be lyrically gunning em
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Cause Freddie Foxxx be the illest thing since Run and em
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I be running through you like a Hummer, you don't want none o'
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So hot I turn December 25 into summer
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I scrutinize niggaz and bring em down to size
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My lyrical body slam will leave you paralized
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Fuck what you memorize, I take you out of drive
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And leave you neutralized and black in both your eyes
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My rise is your demise, shut down your enterprise
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Fox and Primo, we stay close like thighs
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Bumpy got nine lives, like a cat
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With a full gat, keep it underground fuck that!
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Chorus
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[Verse Three]
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For every verse I ever spit, for every mic I ever rip
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I still got a full clip of unstoppable shit
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You mean to tell me motherfuckers never knew
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That I be bustin niggaz in the head with beer bottles like Guru
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Check the mic one, two make sure its on
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When I bring it to your headquarters, word is bond
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Heads up, eyes and ears open
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I got you hopin
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That you could catch rec like me
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You got a better chance at kickin down a tree
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With no legs, doing a handstand on two eggs
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Motherfucker, I got lyrical instinct, fuck what you write
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I'm The Source like magazine, on the cover with the Ruger 16
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I ain't scared to diss a MC, but ask him if he scared to diss me
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I bet he won't disagree, he'll probaly start sayin his throat
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hurt, his mom's is sick with a bad knee
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Or start screamin he's about dough
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He's just a faggot with a whack flow
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Don't walk up on me talkin freestyles and off the top of the dome
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I beat you down and send your ass home
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I'm on my own time, I write my own rhymes
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You wanna be the nominee? you brave now?
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I carve my rhyme in your back and bury you face down
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Just remember nigga:
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I'm Freddie the Foxxx I break his back and buck em buck em down
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Chorus
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Part Of My Life
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Bumpy Knuckles |