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 gon' 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)  --> KRS-One



[VERSE 1]

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

Screamin in the crowd, "Freddie Foxxx, bust a rap!"



(Rough)



(Get on the mic and get rough)



[VERSE 2]

A lotta 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 wanna 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 lotta 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 gon' 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)



[VERSE 3]

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 wanna

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 wanna 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 gon' do it on the ill, knowmsayin?

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

Peac