Stock In The Game Lyrics by Freddie Foxxx

Stock In The Game Lyrics

    [freddie foxxx]
    Yeah, uh-huh, you ready?
    It's bumpy knuckles baby, we tear this mothafucker down!
    Welcome to the underground where hardcore niggas are found
    We're beatin niggas down, make you world-reknown
    Where street beef set off once, never forgiven
    Where real niggas never give up, we fugitivin
    That's how we be livin, where niggas vibe on the raw shit
    Come out, your face fucked up and get your jaw split
    Nigga, we pick your teeth up and put em on a string like bones
    And send your punk ass home alone
    I got stock in this microphone you innuendos
    I get you beat the fuck up and played like nintendo
    Maybe smoke like the hydro endo, you niggas is hookers
    I hit you wit the four pound tuckers
    Have you ever seen a rap stampede?
    Well bring em underground, and i'll run em down
    You know my reputation, my voice over disco beats is violation
    New york walk, new york talk
    And when i blow you niggas dime, i use my own chalk
    So watch what the fuck you say and what you do
    For real, niggas bring it to you and your whole crew
    Bring in baby, you ready?

    [chorus]
    I got stock in this game
    Got a bad reputation for bringin the glock to the game
    You know my name
    So if you ever come across me wrong
    Just remember the words to this song

    I be hearin mad mc's, i study your rhymes
    And i noticed that you niggas is just wastin time
    I don't take it to wack niggas, they self-destruct
    I take it to nice niggas and fuck them up!
    So the fact that you be shinin makes it even better for me
    That just leaves more cheddar for me
    I keep it blacker than cadillacs in '69
    Total eclispe your record and stole your shine
    Sixteen bars of homemade moonshine rhyme
    And i still had you mothafuckers payin me mine
    Wassup, watch me snatch a hundred grand on you niggas
    No tax while you loudmouth braggin-ass niggas fake jacks
    Yeah i'm nice wit my mothafuckin hands
    And i bust my heats, freddie foxxx celebrity box out the beats
    My flow is so cold
    Start a rainy day snowin, my voice fertilize your thoughts to start growin
    It's bumpy knuckles and raw niggas incorporated
    The real niggas love it, the fake niggas hate it
    You mothafuckers ready for this? check it out

    Chorus 2x

    I go one two three four five, i make it live
    Simple-ass shit like that be soundin wack
    But when i spit the lyrical terror that makes niggas hide they jewels
    Wild niggas start cockin they tools
    I got my ethics from the older school, if you wack then i spit it
    Something to steal, i come get it
    If freddie foxxx want beef, niggas ain't wit it
    Some niggas wanna try my style but can't fit it
    I be hearin niggas that sound like me
    But ain't never ever really put it down like me
    Plus them niggas ain't really underground like me
    Street reputation, love town-to-town like me
    You bitch-ass mothafuckers i squared off in the mainstream
    World, actin like a mothafuckin girls
    I wet you like a jheri curl and you'll explode like uranium
    The only thing you'll have to fall back on is your cranium
    You soft niggas could never be iller
    Than the holemaker, holefiller
    Bumpy knucks keep it realer, the bloodspiller
    Don't fuck wit a mothafuckin killer, turn it up!

    Chorus 2x
    *on second time, last line is "then all you mothafuckers'll be gone"*

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