Letras:
Freddie Foxxx

that hard And a nigga can't spend no money layin in the graveyard Omigod, it really shocks you This can't be the same motherfucker freddie foxxx who

knuckles baby!) And I blow a nigga chest out to keep me motivated (bumpy knuckles baby! bumpy knuckles baby!) I spit the murder one verse that's for the thugs that be thuggin' Freddie foxxx

hands go high in the air, you scream out 'yeah' Cause Freddie Foxxx is here, so get there The beat's real def, you can't refuse it Cause only Freddie Foxxx

'll really be a trick to see ?em lose, won't it? I keep myself ready and prepared for all I handle whatever call, too strong to fall When you see Freddie Foxxx

Alright check it see a lot of times rapppers use the word thug very loosely like they used the word love you know what I'm saying and people outside of

m on a mission to house competition Fredddie the foxxx got you hopin and wishin You could grab your mic and knock me out the box Come on - not the foxxx

"shaquita your mother's at the door, shaquita your mother's at my door She said you shoulda been home at 11:30, she's at my door" Intro: Check

enough Cause when it's rough and the pressure's too much to bear That's when you notice - the posse ain't there Then you're all alone with your microphone Freddie Foxxx

the street Freddie Foxxx designed the rhyme, Premier designed the beat Chorus [scratches by DJ Premier] "Bumpy Knucks.." "Niggaz can't see I.." "Fr-Fre-Fre, Freddie Foxxx