Freddie Foxxx - Stock In The Game lyrics

[freddie foxxx] Yeah, uh-huh, you ready? It's bumpy knuckles baby, we tear this mothaf**er down! Welcome to the underground where hardcore n***as are found We're beatin n***as down, make you world-reknown Where street beef set off once, never forgiven Where real n***as never give up, we fugitivin That's how we be livin, where n***as vibe on the raw sh** Come out, your face f**ed up and get your jaw split n***a, we pick your teeth up and put em on a string like bones And send your punk a** home alone I got stock in this microphone you innuendos I get you beat the f** up and played like nintendo Maybe smoke like the hydro endo, you n***as 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 n***as dime, i use my own chalk So watch what the f** you say and what you do For real, n***as 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 n***as is just wastin time I don't take it to wack n***as, they self-destruct I take it to nice n***as and f** 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 mothaf**ers payin me mine Wa**up, watch me snatch a hundred grand on you n***as No tax while you loudmouth braggin-a** n***as fake jacks Yeah i'm nice wit my mothaf**in 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***as incorporated The real n***as love it, the fake n***as hate it You mothaf**ers ready for this? check it out Chorus 2x I go one two three four five, i make it live Simple-a** sh** like that be soundin wack But when i spit the lyrical terror that makes n***as hide they j**els Wild n***as start co*kin 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, n***as ain't wit it Some n***as wanna try my style but can't fit it I be hearin n***as that sound like me But ain't never ever really put it down like me Plus them n***as ain't really underground like me Street reputation, love town-to-town like me You b**h-a** mothaf**ers i squared off in the mainstream World, actin like a mothaf**in 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***as could never be iller Than the holemaker, holefiller Bumpy knucks keep it realer, the bloodspiller Don't f** wit a mothaf**in k**er, turn it up! Chorus 2x *on second time, last line is "then all you mothaf**ers'll be gone"*