Lyrics:
featuring Freddie Foxxx
[KRS One] * voice echoing*
Think you dope? Want this title?
Then you better come step up or step OFF!
nigga since you figure
That you ready to box
You catch knots from my nigga Freddie Foxxx
Uh, you don't really want none from 'Pac
Cause I be strapped with
nigga since you figure
That you ready to box
You catch knots from my nigga Freddie Foxxx
Uh, you don't really want none from 'Pac
Cause I be strapped with
Lyrical infrared sceptor never miss you
Big Shug, Guru, Freddie Foxxx, The Militia, militia
Everybody's spittin' it, the rhyme is hot
'Cause it's Big
Lyrical infrared sceptor never miss you
Big Shug, Guru, Freddie Foxxx, The Militia, militia
Everybody's spittin' it, the rhyme is hot
'Cause it's Big
him out
No doubt, Freddie Foxxx files
Twenty-shot auto Glock, blaow, Benny Blanc Puerto Rock style
With a twist of black and I'm proud, twist your
Music is deep, get you drunk like a six-pack
The man on the mic hittin hard like a full back
Freddie is back and the Foxxx is in motion
Rhymes are
look good
Little tension buzzing from wyandanch to brentwood
Misunderstood, all forgot
At sixteen when I met freddie foxxx
Toting burners, the whole
nigga Freddie Foxxx
Uh, you don't really want none from 'Pac
Cause I be strapped with a Glock
And throw thangs like I'm born to pop
I hit this
Freddie's got the dirt on
Everybody on the street
Don't know how he does it
But it isn't too discreet
Everybody says
It always winds up being
[Freddie Foxxx]
When I was small I made pause tapes for "Super Sperm"
Rappin in high school, drinkin forties, smokin sherm
Listen to Cold Crush
[Freddie Foxx]
Mic check 1-2, strap it up, load the beat, cock the mic
And your rhyme better be fat, or you might have to fight
Yeah, there`s no
Street
Cause I'm blowin' out they socks, The Freddie Foxxx of my block
Theres somethin' strange goin' on in that box, Kali Baby!
[Chorus: x2]
Y'all weren't doin this dirt
When Jeru came clean
Before the Freddie Foxxx conflict with DMX
Around the time Jay-Z and Nas's girl had sex
I used to wake
Freddie's dead
That's what I said
Let the man rap a plan
Said he'd see him home
But his hope was a rope
And he should've known
Everybody's misused
Hear the happy feet dancing to the beat of the Freddie (Freddie)
Put a guy in front make a line in back then you're ready (ready)
[Chorus:]
Kick
'cause now I'm all based out, ma dukes
(kid capri)
Oh man I like the way that's going down
Now why won't you do is kick a little freddie foxx
(freddie
Primo! Haaaaah
Come on, hah!
[Verse 1: Freddie Foxxx]
Somebody better call security it's 'bout to be on
I'm in the streets, midnight, 'bout to bust
Hey, hey
Love, love
Yeah, yeah
Ah, ha
Freddie's dead
That's what I said
Let the rap a plan
Said he'd see him home
But his hope was a rope
these slugs like Freddie Foxxx
I'm loungin' on the block on
Some brand new like Thomasina
Step in my arena and get murked like Selena
'Cause once you go
crazy
Your lazy, freddie foxxx said it
I gotta stand up and give a man credit
So much inspiration from so many artists
Picked up information, spotted my
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