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[O.C.]Penecilin on wax, the cure for rapCrooklyn Dodger number two back on the mapPerhaps you thought I was gone, well surprise niggaNot physically, but I`mma massive figureAl Pacino status, the baddest, exoticRepition like a automatic, can`t stop itHigh floatin, po satin like coke snortinWhen Ise a fetus, moms thought about abortinImportant, am I? gotta ask myselfBut then I think twice like a geminiAuthentic, percentage, calculating my mind stateEat foods and fit itBizarre pa, ain`t it, flow you thru like drainoLava, from a volcanoScorchin, torchin the microphone I lost itPoppin shit, who got my backFreddie Foxxx with the twin milliesBurn a temperilloAiyo Foxxx fuck these niggasSlice em up like an ox pop[Freddie Foxxx]YeahOk, it`s time to bring these rap cats from Fantasy IsleI bring it to these fake niggas with a quick and a smileYou know my sty-ile, America`s most feared entertainerYeah from New York to Cali, I`m called an acid rainerWhile you frontin like ballin, son I stays in the mixSame bullets in your burner since `76Act like you can`t tell, shit be live as hellBustin so much shots,When my shells hit the ground it sound like "Rock the Bells"Call me Bumpy Knuckles cuz my hands be swellFrom knockin niggas out from the lies they tellOh well, I bet you feel me all up in ya chestI make the saucest nigga catch a body blame it on stressAnd if he snitch, I bail him out and murder his bitchAnd then sedate her with my four pound clapShit`s only rapBut I`m livin like thatSo when while niggas be talkin dogs, and walkin like catsNiggas mouths were gettin way too fatBut 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 FoxxxWe be money under ground but you can`t get noneCuz if you step into my round, you be one dead sonWe get love where niggas be scared to comeAnd we got a whole lot to give, but you don`t want none[O.C.] (Freddie Foxxx) {both}Any nigga play high post, I`m runnin overO.C. weigh tons like a fuckin Range Rover(Tellin niggas to they face that the fassad is overNow it`s time for this real nigga shit, can you feel this?)No question, we manifestin, what we feelBust up in your session, smack niggas up like adolesce(Like a D&D, I can`t see a gang, no motherfuckin body, seein meThat`s just pure fantasy)True indeed son, we ain`t the oneWhile niggas goin out like that, we bring it on like Scarface(That`s means murder case, I bring highs to any baseDisrespect the prosession){So all of these beats and these rhymes attached}(Mean that real niggas on the mic, bringin it backIt`s mad potent, like good crack, it`s type addictedAll up in ya mind, you don`t wan`t hard times)ChorusWhat?

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