Rough Enough

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 goin' 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) 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 [Screaming in the crowd] "Freddie Foxxx, bust a rap!" (Rough) (Get on the mic and get rough) A lot of 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 want to 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 lot of 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 goin' 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) 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 want to 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 want to 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 goin' do it on the ill, know what I'm sayin'? 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