stock in the game lyrics – freddie foxxx

hi, i’m jona, freddie foxxx is my dad
and i wanna say that all you rappers are wack
wordup, baby, yeah, you ready?
it’s bumpy knuckles, baby, we tear this motherf*cker down

welcome to the underground where hardcore n*gg*s are found
we’re beatin’ n*gg*s down, make you world renown
where street beef set off once never forgiven
where real n*gg*s never give up, we fugitivin’ that’s how we be livin’

where n*gg*s vibe on the raw sh*t
come out, your face f*cked up and get your jaw split
we will pick your teeth up and put ’em on a string like bones
and send your punk *ss home alone

i got stock in this microphone, you innuendos
and get you beat the f*ck up and played like nintendo
maybe smoke like the hydro, endo, you n*gg*s is hookers
i hit you with the four pound tuckers

have you ever seen a rap stampede?
we’ll 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 n*gg*s dime, i use my own chalk
so watch what the f*ck you say and what you do
for real, n*gg*s bring it to you and your whole crew
bring in, baby, you ready?

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 mcs, i study your rhymes
and i noticed that you n*gg*s is just wastin’ time
i don’t take it to wack n*gg*s, they self-destruct
i take it to nice n*gg*s and f*ck 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 eclipse your record and stole your shine

sixteen bars of homemade moonshine rhyme
and i still had you motherf*ckers payin’ me mine
what’s up? watch me sn*tch a hundred grand on you n*gg*s
no tax while you loudmouth braggin’ *ss n*gg*s fake jacks

i’m nice with my mothaf*ckin’ 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 n*gg*s incorporated
the real n*gg*s love it, the fake n*gg*s hate it
you motherf*ckers ready for this? check it out, here we go

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 got stock in the 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 go one, two, three, four, five, i make it live
simple *ss sh*t like that be soundin’ wack
but when i spit the lyrical terror that makes n*gg*s hide they jewels
wild n*gg*s start c*ckin’ they tools

i got my ethics from the older school
if you wack then i spit it
somethin’ to steal, i come get it
if freddie foxxx want beef, n*gg*s ain’t with it
some n*gg*s wanna try my style but can’t fit it

i be hearin’ n*gg*s that sound like me
but ain’t never ever really put it down like me
plus them n*gg*s ain’t really underground like me
street reputation, love town to town like me

you b*tch *ss motherf*ckers
i squared off in the mainstream world actin’ like a mothaf*ckin’ 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 n*gg*s could never be iller than the hole maker
hole filler, bumpy knucks keep it realer, the blood spiller
don’t f*ck with a mothaf*ckin’ killer, turn it up

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 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
then all you motherf*ckers will be gone, word ’em up

now, check it out, all you motherf*ckers better know
baby, it’s bumpy knuckles and i never die
if half you n*gg*s was really as you say you was
we wouldn’t have had no wars between the coast
but you n*gg*s is b*tches

’cause when they did it to us we never did it to them
so i’d do it to every motherf*ckin’ body, baby
the lone soldier, bumpy knuckles, motherf*cker
you better watch your back, n*gg*, kill me

/ freddie foxxx lyrics