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Freddie Foxxx - Stock in the Game lyrics
[Freddie Foxxx] Yeah, uh-huh, you ready? It's Bumpy Knuckles baby, we tear this mothafucker down! Welcome to the underground where hardcore niggas are found We're beatin niggas down, make you world-reknown Where street beef set off once, never forgiven Where real niggas never give up, we fugitivin That's how we be livin, where niggas vibe on the raw shit Come out, your face fucked up and get your jaw split Nigga, we pick your teeth up and put em on a string like bones And send your punk ass home alone I got stock in this microphone you innuendos I get you beat the fuck up and played like Nintendo Maybe smoke like the hydro endo, you niggas is hookers I hit you wit the four pound tuckers Have you ever seen a rap stampede? Well 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 niggas dime, I use my own chalk So watch what the fuck you say and what you do For real, niggas bring it to you and your whole crew Bring in baby, you ready? [Chorus] 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 MC's, I study your rhymes And I noticed that you niggas is just wastin time I don't take it to wack niggas, they self-destruct I take it to nice niggas and FUCK 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 eclispe your record and stole your shine Sixteen bars of homemade moonshine rhyme And I still had you mothafuckers payin |
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