[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 nigga
  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 shit, who got my back
  Freddie Foxxx with the twin millies
  Burn a temperillo
  Aiyo Foxxx fuck these niggas
  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 niggas 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, shit 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 niggas out from the lies they tell
  Oh well, I bet you feel me all up in ya chest
  I make the saucest nigga catch a body blame it on stress
  And if he snitch, I bail him out and murder his bitch
  And then sedate her with my four pound clap
  Shit's only rap
  But I'm livin like that
  So when while niggas be talkin dogs, and walkin like cats
  Niggas 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 niggas be scared to come
  And 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 over
  O.C. weigh tons like a fuckin Range Rover
  (Tellin niggas to they face that the fassad is over
  Now it's time for this real nigga shit, can you feel this?)
  No question, we manifestin, what we feel
  Bust up in your session, smack niggas up like adolesce
  (Like a D&D, I can't see a gang, no motherfuckin body, seein me
  That's just pure fantasy)
  True indeed son, we ain't the one
  While niggas 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 niggas 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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