M.U.G.

(feat. Freddie Foxxx)
[O.C.]
Penecilin on wax, the cure for rap
Crooklyn Dodger number two back on the map
Perhaps you thought I was gone, well surprise **** *
Not physically, but Imma massive figure
Al Pacino status, the baddest, exotic
Repition like a automatic, cant 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, aint it, flow you thru like draino
Lava, from a volcano
Scorchin, torchin the microphone I lost it
Poppin ****, who got my back
Freddie Foxxx with the twin millies
Burn a temperillo
Aiyo Foxxx **** these ******
Slice em up like an ox pop
[Freddie Foxxx]
Yeah
Ok, its time to bring these rap cats from Fantasy Isle
I bring it to these fake ****** with a quick and a smile
You know my sty-ile, Americas most feared entertainer
Yeah from New York to Cali, Im 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 cant tell, **** 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 ****** out from the lies they tell
Oh well, I bet you feel me all up in ya chest
I make the saucest ***** catch a body blame it on stress
And if he snitch, I bail him outand murder his *****
And then sedate her with my four pound clap
****s only rap
But Im livin like that
So when while ****** be talkin dogs, and walkin like cats
****** mouths were gettin way too fat
But O.C. & big Fred-Oxxx, we bought to bring it back
'Lets go back'
'Im tellin it just like that'
[Chorus: O.C. & Freddie Foxxx]
We be money under ground but you cant get none
Cuz if you step into my round, you be one dead son
We get love where ****** be scared to come
And we got a whole lot to give, but you dont want none
[O.C. (Freddie Foxxx) {both}]
Any ***** play high post, Im runnin over
O.C. weigh tons like a ****in Range Rover
(Tellin ****** to they face that the fassad is over
Now its time for this real ***** ****, can you feel this?)
No question, we manifestin, what we feel
Bust up in your session, smack ****** up like adolesce
(Like a D&D, I cant see a gang, no **********in body, seein me
Thats just pure fantasy)
True indeed son, we aint the one
While ****** goin out like that, we bring it on like Scarface
(Thats means murder case, I bring highs to any base
Disrespect the prosession)
{So all of these beats and these rhymes attached}
(Mean that real ****** on the mic, bringin it back
Its mad potent, like good crack, its type addicted
All up in ya mind , you dont want hard times)
[Chorus]
What?