Freddie Foxxx/Bumpy Knuckles - Rough Enough lyrics

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 n***a 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 a** 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 n***as 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-a** n***a with a nice car I bet the girls just like you cause they seen you on the video You wanna meet a real live n***a, 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 a**, and a good fight I'm still knockin n***as 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 b**h up Yo baby boy, hold me down While I go inside a s**er n***a's house and bust a couple of rounds It's like the n***a 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 k** a lotta mice in the night But once they let me go You s**ers better know I hit my stash Then I'm comin for that a** 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 a** 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 a** 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 k**in 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-a** n***a Whenever you see me, back the f** up Or might catch one in the forehead Punk Peace