Текст песни Freddie Foxxx - Part of My Life
Freddie Foxxx - Part of My Life слова песни
Intro: samples--Freddie Foxxx-- --Let me tell you----Who`s the real divine?-- --You like that----Freddie Foxxx-- --Let me tell you--[Verse One]I be all in you like you disrespected space in my lyric zoneI`m like a pit, with a leg in his mouth, I bring it homeBumpy ripping everything known, block every blow zoneI make you sit your ho ass down, turn off your microphoneCause after me its un-rippableI slap you in your mouth, your drinks`ll be unsippableI got miles of styles, you must be out your motherfuckin brainTo think I`m not the nicest in the gameDisconnected from your mainframe, punched cockedTwirl your nose up Murray the cop, to the beat down you don`t stopWhen Fox and Bumpy keep it hotEnd the whole beef with just one shot, niggaz I fear notThis piece of steel with the screen on topProjects uncut chyna white dopeLeave a freeze in a nigga throatI fight for this like the right to voteThe poison I spit, they`ll never be an antecdoteYou niggaz thought I put my mic downCause the industry`s scared cause I put my fight downBefore I do that, I sell it out the trunk and make a millNow thats a real rap nigga dealIn 99 I`m droppin niggaz like fliesFuck flowin, I`m turning niggaz into Jesse OwensCock the four pound, keep it going, I`m in your dresser room layinYou bitch ass niggaz just start prayin babyChorus:Rhymin is a part of my lifeI`ma die with rhymin kids and a rhymin wifeI don`t let nobody judge me that don`t know how to do what I doSo if you don`t like it then fuck you!*repeat*[Verse One]I watch niggaz get hyped up with one single and get gassedThen fall like a bad passNiggaz run outta New York, to live in other placesHopin somebody remember old rap facesFuck that, I`ma five borough thorough MCWhere I go, New York goes, keepin New York flowsNiggaz be switchin cause they not sureYour style is played out soft shit like ValureIn red and black living rooms when the system boomsHe`s a nice little diss to whomever whomCome against me and I give you one of three picks:Get shot, get stuck up, get your ass kickedBring your whole unit, and I be lyrically gunning emCause Freddie Foxxx be the illest thing since Run and emI be running through you like a Hummer, you don`t want none o`So hot I turn December 25 into summerI scrutinize niggaz and bring em down to sizeMy lyrical body slam will leave you paralizedFuck what you memorize, I take you out of driveAnd leave you neutralized and black in both your eyesMy rise is your demise, shut down your enterpriseFox and Primo, we stay close like thighsBumpy got nine lives, like a catWith a full gat, keep it underground fuck that!Chorus[Verse Three]For every verse I ever spit, for every mic I ever ripI still got a full clip of unstoppable shitYou mean to tell me motherfuckers never knewThat I be bustin niggaz in the head with beer bottles like GuruCheck the mic one, two make sure its onWhen I bring it to your headquarters, word is bondHeads up, eyes and ears openI got you hopinThat you could catch rec like meYou got a better chance at kickin down a treeWith no legs, doing a handstand on two eggsMotherfucker, I got lyrical instinct, fuck what you writeI`m The Source like magazine, on the cover with the Ruger 16I ain`t scared to diss a MC, but ask him if he scared to diss meI bet he won`t disagree, he`ll probaly start sayin his throathurt, his mom`s is sick with a bad kneeOr start screamin he`s about doughHe`s just a faggot with a whack flowDon`t walk up on me talkin freestyles and off the top of the domeI beat you down and send your ass homeI`m on my own time, I write my own rhymesYou wanna be the nominee? you brave now?I carve my rhyme in your back and bury you face downJust remember nigga: I`m Freddie the Foxxx I break his back and buck em buck em downChorus