Somebody tell them motherfuckers I'm here!
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[Verse 1]
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Emcees and rappers, what's up, I hope it's good
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For them street niggas breakin them bricks, in the hood
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I write, maybe sheddin some light
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My experience in hip hop, was struggle and fight
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All I ever wanted, was a chance to rock the mic, like you do
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Control every crowd in the world, like voodoo
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The underground hardcore scene, it's my flaw
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I snatch alotta money from that, so once more
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I step, where the niggas that rep, get checks
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You touch mine, here go my check
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It's back to underground clubs, with fights at the door
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Niggas gettin one deal in six months they poor
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I separate emcees from rappers, standin on stage with two clappers
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Cock back, beef at my house, I stop that
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I dare any nigga standin in here with half a heart
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To address me, I rip you apart, Tell 'em I'm Here!
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CHORUS:
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Tell 'em the one that blasts first every time it's on
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Tell 'em, I put the word back in word is bond
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Tell 'em, I stomp rappers to the beat, shut 'em down with no fear
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Somebody tell them motherfuckers I'm here!
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[Verse 2]
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Who got the ill rep, lyrical style like Bumpy Knucks
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Outta respect none of you bitch ass niggas your shit sucks
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I'm the emperor, you niggas is hoes with gold plaques
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Lotta stick ups in town, Freddie Foxxx is back
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Bumpy Knuckles I, take out your heart with one look
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Frying niggas like "Yang Kang Cook" you're all shook
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Spittin hella hot lyrics, that infiltrate tracks
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Like spirit, real niggas wild when they hear it
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My heart bleeds raw hip hop, I got no gauze
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Sometimes the beats kicks so hard, I cock them fours
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And I can feel it, all up in my veins, keep it noted
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I'm the long term maintain, Tell 'em I'm Here!
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CHORUS
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[Verse 3]
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I do it special for them thug niggas holdin the block
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They need a nigga on wax that can follow
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To give 'em that real shit to swallow
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I don't respect a man under no man
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You frontin like you holdin all the cards up in your hand
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When emcees come in, emcees go
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I'm one of the few emcees left, with emcee flow
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So while I spit repetitious like techs
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Make your bitch say my style is delicious like sex
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Undetectable rhyme, it's complex
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Check the three X's that I earned from
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Bustin my sigs from New York to Texas
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Makin niggas take L's like Lexus, tattoed vibes I protect this
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Find a mic mechanic, cuz I'm bout to wreck this
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Villainous, I'm laughin while I'm killin this
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Never break a sweat because my groove be the chillinest
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Thug niggas throw your hands up if you feelin this, Tell 'em I'm Here!
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CHORUS
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Tell 'Em I'm Here
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Freddie Foxxx |