Yo
Y`all
Y`all!
Drop that, man
Yeah
On a gangsta tip
Freddie Foxxx in the house
You know what I`m sayin?
Rollin with the Flava
We gon` set it off like this
Check it out
On the one...
Let me hear you say
Go Fox-o, go Fox-o go
(Go Fox-o, go Fox-o go)
Yo, let me hear you say
Go Fox-o, go Fox-o go, come on
(Go Fox-o, go Fox-o go)
(Get on the mic and get rough) --> KRS-One
[ VERSE 1 ]
I`m back again to wreck mics and threat the mic-holder
I`m still hardcore gettin mines, like I told ya
I still keep a gun on my waistline, clip in a fat rhyme
Shoot you in the chest with the tec, in the head with the nine
You rappers can`t swing the Freddie Foxxx style
Man, I make the softest nigga think he`s buckwild
I never won a Grammy, never made a hit
But everytime a rapper get on stage with Freddie Foxxx, he get his ass whipped
I break em down daily
My voice so ill, I make Barry White sound like Philip Bailey
You rappers don`t faze me with the rough talk
Boy, you better back up and pack up
Before I load the mack up
I swing with the mic, and zhigge-zhigge-zhig it right
And beat you rappers down that just can`t speak it right
I been a ruffneck since I was a baby, ask my mama
When I got out, it was just for bringin niggas drama
So set up the beef, I bust it down
And guarantee the opposition never see the 2nd round
And by the end of the song, you`re in a trap
Screamin in the crowd, Freddie Foxxx, bust a rap!
(Rough)
(Get on the mic and get rough)
[ VERSE 2 ]
A lotta rappers try to front like they`re rougher than they really are
But you`re just a booty-ass nigga with a nice car
I bet the girls just like you cause they seen you on the video
You wanna meet a real live nigga, here we go, hoe
First I teach you not to talk back, teach you to be loyal
Show her that my gangsta style`s above royal
Teach her bout the murder game, so she`ll never hate it
Then hit her with a .380 snub-nose nickel plated
See, ladies know the only thing that I like is my gun and my mic
A piece of ass, and a good fight
I`m still knockin niggas out, ain`t nothin changed, gee
My bodyguards hold me back when there`s beef
So understand the Militant Mack will never switch up
A lotta y`all talk behind my back, but in my face y`all bitch up
Yo baby boy, hold me down
While I go inside a sucker nigga`s house and bust a couple of rounds
It`s like the nigga in white that`ll blast you in daylight
And stand there till the cops come and fight
And even if they lock me in jail, I be aight
I do a lotta push-up`s, and kill a lotta mice in the night
But once they let me go
You suckers better know
I hit my stash
Then I`m comin for that ass
Yeah
Flippin it on the one
For the Flavor
We gon` set it off hardcore like this
Let me hear you say
Rip it Fox-o, rip it Fox-o rip it
(Rip it Fox-o, rip Fox-o rip it)
Yo, let me hear you say
Rip it Fox-o, rip it Fox-o rip it, come on
(Rip it Fox-o, rip Fox-o rip it)
Let me hear you say
Break, Fox-o, break Fox-o break
(Break Fox-o, break Fox-o break)
(Get on the mic and get rough)
[ VERSE 3 ]
I like to cruise through Brooklyn in my old Buick Regal
And right on my left my .45 Desert Eagle
Say what`s up to my boys still rappin on the corner
They want me to hang, but I`m solo, I don`t wanna
Check it, I knock boots like a superstar
Girls know who they are
My name ain`t Bobby Brown
Girl, I`m humpin around
So you see Freddie Foxxx, girl, you wanna get laid
My name ain`t Aaron Hall, girl, you better be afraid
I jump inside your ass like I was Johnny Meat
And do the Sweet-Dick-Willie to a fat beat
I hump you gangster style, and turn you out
Went through all the positions that the girls love to talk about
I have you strung out, hopin that we blow up
Waitin for me all day, but I never show up
Because the mic is my first love, it`d never leave
I stick a mic in a rapper`s ass and make him bleed
I`m Mr. Nice Lyrical Style, Freddie Foxxx, did it
Stamina Daddy, freak the funk, girl, don`t forget it
So next time you see me killin on the ave., baby
With a hoodie and a .45 mag, baby
Don`t play me close, cause it`s beef and I`m on a mission
I`m huntin down the fox, so baby listen
Yeah, you know the flavor, baby
And before we slide
We gon` do it on the ill, knowmsayin?
One for the road, and we gon` set it off like this
On the one
Check this out
Let me hear you say
Go Fox-o, go Fox-o go
(Go Fox-o, go Fox-o go)
Yo, let me hear you say
Go Fox-o, go Fox-o go, come on
(Go Fox-o, go Fox-o go)
Yo, let me hear you say
Rip it Fox-o, rip it Fox-o rip it, come on
(Rip it Fox-o, rip Fox-o rip it)
Let me hear you say
Break, Fox-o, break Fox-o break
(Break Fox-o, break Fox-o break)
(Get on the mic and get rough)
You know the Flava, you soft-ass nigga
Whenever you see me, back the fuck up
Or might catch one in the forehead
Punk
Peace
