[ Freddie Foxxx ]
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Mic check 1-2, strap it up, load the beat, cock the mic
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And your rhyme better be fat, or you might have to fight
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Yeah, there's no escape from the terrordome
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You know I'm nice when I'm bustin fat rhymes on the metronome
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MC's never pass the mic to the Foxxx, cause
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Once I bust a fat rhyme, you be a has-was
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I beat you down on stage and when the battle's over
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You'll be leaving your show in a hearse Nova
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I'm flippin the x's three times and I'm back again
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See, on my way down stage they had me strapped in
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But once I hit New York and they losened the chains
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I went and bought me a Tec, now I'm wild, insane
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I'm on a hunt for a rapper who wanna turn singer
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I got my beat-em-down bat and a itchy finger
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So if you're nice with the mic and you wanna flip
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I'm the rap bounty hunter and it's time to get yo ass whipped
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Yeah, I'm comin from the streets, pop
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And please fight back, so you can get dropped
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It's time to see who's nice and who can really rap
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I smack the taste out your mouth, you wanna be a mack
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I'm not tryin to shake the water and wake the gator
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But I'ma pass the mic like a hot potato
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1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
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(1 - 2 - 3- 4)
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[ Treach ]
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You fly high...
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I heard your tape, then flipped the next side lookin for the def side
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You couldn't be alright if I erased your left side
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Who's wet dried when Treach tried, next died
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I'm gonna slide your wet wide, so step side
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Any dull raps get the skull caps pulled back full breeze
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Blastin your ass back at full speed
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Hoes in flow, you know, bimbo
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And won't stop prayin and playin until I'm layin up in fo'
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Nowhere to run, nowhere to go
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I got a solid hip below the belt to make your nuts not grow
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Here's to all crews that been wack
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I got a thinkin cap with raps I attached with a chin strap
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Flash past your girl who's def in the flesh
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Yes, you can't believe that she said "Treach"
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The wicked-a-wicked-a-wully-bully
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Bad and fully and surely bad
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Ready and willy gettin ???? glad
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Dissed in hell and fell in fire
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I attack your back, force you to retire with a wet wire
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Give you the whip appeal like Toby
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Listen, oldie but goldie
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Take the dough from all who owe me
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1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
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(1 - 2 - 3- 4)
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[ Freddie Foxxx ]
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If a rapper disrespect me I smack him in his mouth
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I tow him in a yoke, grab him by his throat - boom! then I knock him out
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I keep heat and keep the clips in my sock
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When my glock get hot you punk niggas better leave the block
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Yeah, Freddie Foxxx on a rampage
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Every time I touch the mic the police is standin front stage
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Cause I been labelled as a troublemaker
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I send my baddest girl to your house to play the heart breaker
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She'll lay you down and put hickeys on your chest
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Then turn around and blast you with a .33 shot Tec
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You couldn't rap, you was wack from the get-go
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So you got bumped off by my head hoe
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Called by the Militant Mack, my mentality is jail
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Long as I'm strapped I can't fail
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Check this, I take the bass and I bust you in the eye with it
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A piece of steel with a screen on top, I'm gettin fly with it
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I'm bringin suckers to the street again
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Cause them same broke-ass niggas ridin on my meat again
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Mr. Microphone flipped the beat again
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Suckers got caught with the rhyme, felt the heat again
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I'm breakin it down, lettin you know I'm never lettin go
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I beat your brother down, punk, just to let you know
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This is hip-hop, gee, not 'hit pop'
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You mess around with the beats, get your boots knocked
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I'ma slide, I'm in her when I see you suckers later
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As I pass the mic like a hot potato
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1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
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(1 - 2 - 3- 4)
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[ Treach ]
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Shrimps attempt to get pimped when playin pimp, why
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Sleepin with a limp eye
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Pass the hot potato, Treach done ???? chop to french fries
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Mad as a murder vet, man, it'll hurt a set
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Well, to hell with you and your fat-o with the gurtle neck
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So ol' golddigger, dig some dirt, there you have it
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Want ring or a marriage, go get the carrot from a rabbit
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Before I stab him for his lucky foot
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Hit him with a puffy hook, hit the hare, now look how lu |