- Freddie Foxxx 24 Hrs. 歌词
- Freddie Foxxx
- Intro: It is no longer 1999...
And I live in a world of one track minds...
Where the industry feeds us fashion design...
That creates
MCs that cannot rhyme...
For ten years
I waited to make my move...
Now we'll see who'll win, and who'll lose...
And if I had to state my word...
Say this'll probably be the realest **** you ever heard...
I been watching, from afar...
I know where you live,
I know who you are...
Redemption is my only scar...
And so my heart bleeds dark, like tar...
So I treat my friends today like they'll be enemies tomorrow...
So when they die,
I'll have no sorrow...
Just remember those you decide to cross...
Cuz if your door gets knocked on you get knocked off
Verse: Who's that six foot bald ***** from
New York With the gangsta walk, the gangsta talk
Thrillin to find 'em and kill 'em
I'm wildin',
I'm illin
I don't give a **** about you, and that's my feelin
I'm in a brand new house ***** chillin
With shoeboxes of hundred dollar bills ***** spillin
Trainin the baddest *****, givin her the drillin
While you hangin in
The Tunnel know you ***** ice grillin
Man bein a ***** must really be fufillin
Cuz alotta ****** happy bein soft just chillin
Scenario, gun in your mouth run the platinum watch with the cuban link
Bracelet and the matching necklace
And I'm too shiny
V Vs glowin in your ear
New gun, new jewels, new album new year
****** think they bigger than the game
I got news for you *
Willy*, let's take it back to
Philly So you can find your roots, **** braggin on your loot
***** you aint that hard
And a ***** can't spend no money layin in the graveyard
Omigod, it really shocks you
This can't be the same ************
Freddie Foxxx who
I really feel his lyrics,
I love all his rhymes
I thought that we was cool, you think he's hard to find
I rip in dark posin alleys
As a kid got knowledge from the gods at the rally
I slip on the game like
Ballies And show ten hoes how to stack it up, get money,
New York to
Cali Where a ***** tried to play me like a sally
So I shot him in his new
DeNali and drove him to the valley
I pushed him out the car and let him scally
**** that *****, tryin to play me like he bigger
In Japan I'm worth ten figures
American, open the door and let
Derek in I break my silence, after ten years of supressing my violence
You was my man
I gave you benjamins
Every time
I pulled up and get you in the
Benz again
We can never be friends again
You brought me tears when you took my right hand off for seven long years
Now he's back and corrupt
Driving new
GS 400s, new
Jags, and new trucks
You should see the bad *****es that he ****
While your girl look skinny like a smoked out
Daffy Duck
****** are real this aint
N B HIGH You ****** aint got no balls and won't die
I'm a certified killer, with *
Stock in the
Game* Burn marks on my hands from the glocks with the flame
Bumpy is my rap name, when
I write rhymes
I hydroplane
And think about my *****
Kane Alotta label ************s'll be dead
You ****in with my money is like ****in with my head
Tryin to take my buttered bread
****** aint ****, so
I'm down with you
Kane Any time realness, you ready feel this
I don't forget nothing, nothing at all
So Mr. Steve
Rifkind, expect my call
****** owe me for my rhymes,
I come to collect
Over fifteen dollars,
I'll snap your ****in neck
And don't pay me in no ****in check
If you don't want me to teach the meaning of disrespect
When I'm finished in this game,
I'll be swimming in my yard
Not at the radio station, looking for a job
Too many ****** feel me spittin on a record
To be broke and homeless, and outside naked
I represent the real grimy masses
Of thugged out gun slinging criminal asses
That shoot up your party and chill at mine
Cuz they know
I got love for real ******, nine to nine there's the mind
Just remember why you frontin like you more that 24
Hrs ahead
In 24 Hrs you'll be
DEAD You'll be
DEAD
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