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 I'mma massive 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 ****, 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, it's 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, 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, **** 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 out and murder his *****

And then sedate her with my four pound clap

****'s only rap

But I'm 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

"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 ****** be scared to come

And we got a whole lot to give, but you don't want none

[O.C. (Freddie Foxxx) {both}]

Any ***** play high post, I'm runnin over

O.C. weigh tons like a ****in Range Rover

(Tellin ****** to they face that the fassad is over

Now it's 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 can't see a gang, no **********in body, seein me

That's just pure fantasy)

True indeed son, we ain't the one

While ****** goin out like that, we bring it on like Scarface

(That's 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

It's mad potent, like good crack, it's type addicted

All up in ya mind, you don't wan't hard times)

[Chorus]

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