[O.C.]
Penicillin on wax, the cure for rap
Crooklyn Dodger number two back on the map
Perhaps you thought I was gone, well surprise n***a
Not physically, but I'mma ma**ive figure
Al Pacino status, the baddest, exotic
Repition like a automatic, can't stop it
High floatin, po satin like coke snortin
When Ise a fetus, moms thought about abortin
Important, am I? gotta ask myself
But then I think twice like a gemini
Authentic, percentage, calculating my mind state
Eat foods and fit it
Bizarre pa, ain't it, flow you thru like draino
Lava, from a volcano
Scorchin, torchin the microphone I lost it
Poppin sh**, who got my back
Freddie Foxxx with the twin millies
Burn a temperillo
Aiyo Foxxx f** these n***as
Slice em up like an ox pop
[Freddie Foxxx]
Yeah
Ok, it's time to bring these rap cats from Fantasy Isle
I bring it to these fake n***as with a Tech and a smile
You know my stid-dyle, America's most feared entertainer
Yeah from New York to Cali, I'm called an acid rainer
While you frontin like ballin, son I stays in the mix
Same bullets in your burner since '76
Act like you can't tell, sh** be live as hell
Bustin so much shots
When my shells hit the ground it sound like "Rock the Bells"
Call me Bumpy Knuckles cuz my hands be swell
From knockin n***as out from the lies they tell
Oh well, I bet you feel me all up in ya chest
I make the softest n***a catch a body, blame it on stress
And if he snitch, I bail him out and murder his b**h
And then sedate him with my four pound clap
sh**'s only rap
But I'm livin like that
So when while n***as be talkin' like dogs, and walkin like cats
n***as mouths were gettin way too fat
But O.C. & big Fid-Oxxx, we bought to bring it back
"Let's go back"
"I'm tellin it just like that"
Chorus: O.C. & Freddie Foxxx
We be money under ground but you can't get none
Cuz if you step into my round, you be one dead son
We get love where n***as be scared to come
And we got a whole lot to give, but you don't want none
[O.C.] (Freddie Foxxx) {both}
Any n***a play high post, I'm runnin over
O.C. weigh tons like a f**in Range Rover
(Tellin n***as to they face that the facade is over
Now it's time for this real n***a sh**, can you feel this?)
No question, we manifestin, what we feel
Bust up in your session, smack n***as up like adolescents
(Like at D&D, I can't see a gang, no motherf**in body, seein me
That's just pure fantasy)
True indeed son, we ain't the one
While n***as goin out like that, we bring it on like Scarface
(That's means murder case, I bring highs to any base
Disrespect the closed session & your a** get's laced)
{So all of these beats and these rhymes attached}
(Mean that real n***as on the mic, bringin it back
It's mad potent, like good crack, it's type addictive
All up in ya mind, you don't wan't hard times)
Chorus
What?