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Bumpy Knuckles-Crazy Like A Foxx

2009-11-01 - extension: rar - size: 95 MB

Bumpy Knuckles-Crazy Like A Foxx

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Bumpy Knuckles-Crazy Like A Foxxx-2CD-2008-C4

2009-06-25 - extension: rar - size: 98 MB

Bumpy Knuckles-Crazy Like A Foxxx-2CD-2008-C4

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Bumpy Knuckles - Crazy Like A Foxxx 2CD 2008

2009-01-02 - extension: rar - size: 138 MB

Bumpy Knuckles - Crazy Like A Foxxx 2CD 2008

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Bumpy Knuckles Freddie Foxxx ft 2Pac - Killa
Bumpy Knuckles Freddie Foxxx ft 2Pac - Killa

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Freddie Foxxx aka Bumpy Knuckles - Part Of My Life
Freddie Foxxx aka Bumpy Knuckles - Part Of My Life.. verse one] I be all in you like you (More) Freddie Foxxx aka Bumpy Knuckles - Part Of My Life.. verse one] I be all in you like you disrespected space in my lyric zone Im like a pit, with a leg in his mouth, I bring it home Bumpy ripping everything known, block every blow zone I make you sit your ho ass down, turn off your microphone Cause after me its un-rippable I slap you in your mouth, your drinksll be unsippable I got miles of styles, you must be out your motherfuckin brain To think Im not the nicest in the game Disconnected from your mainframe, punched cocked Twirl your nose up murray the cop, to the beat down you dont stop When fox and bumpy keep it hot End the whole beef with just one shot, niggaz I fear not This piece of steel with the screen on top Projects uncut chyna white dope Leave a freeze in a nigga throat I fight for this like the right to vote The poison I spit, theyll never be an antecdote You niggaz thought I put my mic down Cause the industrys scared cause I put my fight down Before I do that, I sell it out the trunk and make a mill Now thats a real rap nigga deal In 99 Im droppin niggaz like flies Fuck flowin, Im turning niggaz into jesse owens Cock the four pound, keep it going, Im in your dresser room layin You bitch ass niggaz just start prayin baby Chorus: Rhymin is a part of my life Ima die with rhymin kids and a rhymin wife I dont let nobody judge me that dont know how to do what I do So if you dont like it then fuck you! *repeat* [verse one] I watch niggaz get hyped up with one single and get gassed Then fall like a bad pass Niggaz run outta new york, to live in other places Hopin somebody remember old rap faces Fuck that, ima five borough thorough mc Where I go, new york goes, keepin new york flows Niggaz be switchin cause they not sure Your style is played out soft shit like valure In red and black living rooms when the system booms Hes a nice little diss to whomever whom Come against me and I give you one of three picks: Get shot, get stuck up, get your ass kicked Bring your whole unit, and I be lyrically gunning em Cause freddie foxxx be the illest thing since run and em I be running through you like a hummer, you dont want none o So hot I turn december 25 into summer I scrutinize niggaz and bring em down to size My lyrical body slam will leave you paralized Fuck what you memorize, I take you out of drive And leave you neutralized and black in both your eyes My rise is your demise, shut down your enterprise Fox and primo, we stay close like thighs Bumpy got nine lives, like a cat With a full gat, keep it underground fuck that! Chorus [verse three] For every verse I ever spit, for every mic I ever rip I still got a full clip of unstoppable shit You mean to tell me motherfuckers never knew That I be bustin niggaz in the head with beer bottles like guru Check the mic one, two make sure its on When I bring it to your headquarters, word is bond Heads up, eyes and ears open I got you hopin That you could catch rec like me You got a better chance at kickin down a tree With no legs, doing a handstand on two eggs Motherfucker, I got lyrical instinct, fuck what you write Im the source like magazine, on the cover with the ruger 16 I aint scared to diss a mc, but ask him if he scared to diss me I bet he wont disagree, hell probaly start sayin his throat Hurt, his moms is sick with a bad knee Or start screamin hes about dough Hes just a faggot with a whack flow Dont walk up on me talkin freestyles and off the top of the dome I beat you down and send your ass home Im on my own time, I write my own rhymes You wanna be the nominee? you brave now? I carve my rhyme in your back and bury you face down Just remember nigga: Im freddie the foxxx I break his back and buck em buck em down (Less)

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