24 Hrs — текст песни (Freddie Foxxx)





Intro:

It is no longer 1999...

And I live in a world of one track minds...

Where the industry feeds us fashion design...

That creates mcs that cannot rhyme...

For ten years I waited to make my move...

Now well see wholl win, and wholl lose...

And if I had to state my word...

Say thisll probably be the realest shit you ever heard...

I been watching, from afar...

I know where you live, I know who you are...

Redemption is my only scar...

And so my heart bleeds dark, like tar...

So I treat my friends today like theyll be enemies tomorrow...

So when they die, Ill have no sorrow...

Just remember those you decide to cross...

Cuz if your door gets knocked on you get knocked off



Verse:

Whos that six foot bald nigga from new york

With the gangsta walk, the gangsta talk

Thrillin to find em and kill em

Im wildin, Im illin

I dont give a fuck about you, and thats my feelin

Im in a brand new house nigga chillin

With shoeboxes of hundred dollar bills nigga spillin

Trainin the baddest bitch, givin her the drillin

While you hangin in the tunnel know you pussy ice grillin

Man bein a bitch must really be fufillin

Cuz alotta niggas happy bein soft just chillin

Scenario, gun in your mouth run the platinum watch with the cuban link

Bracelet and the matching necklace

And Im too shiny v vs glowin in your ear

New gun, new jewels, new album new year

Niggas think they bigger than the game

I got news for you *willy*, lets take it back to philly

So you can find your roots, fuck braggin on your loot

Nigga you aint that hard

And a nigga cant spend no money layin in the graveyard

Omigod, it really shocks you

This cant be the same motherfucker freddie foxxx who

I really feel his lyrics, I love all his rhymes

I thought that we was cool, you think hes hard to find

I rip in dark posin alleys

As a kid got knowledge from the gods at the rally

I slip on the game like ballies

And show ten hoes how to stack it up, get money, new york to cali

Where a nigga tried to play me like a sally

So I shot him in his new denali and drove him to the valley

I pushed him out the car and let him scally

Fuck that nigga, tryin to play me like he bigger

In japan Im worth ten figures

American, open the door and let derek in

I break my silence, after ten years of supressing my violence

You was my man I gave you benjamins

Every time I pulled up and get you in the benz again

We can never be friends again

You brought me tears when you took my right hand off for seven long years

Now hes back and corrupt

Driving new gs 400s, new jags, and new trucks

You should see the bad bitches that he fuck

While your girl look skinny like a smoked out daffy duck

Niggas are real this aint n b high

You niggas aint got no balls and wont die

Im a certified killer, with *stock in the game*

Burn marks on my hands from the glocks with the flame

Bumpy is my rap name, when I write rhymes I hydroplane

And think about my nigga kane

Alotta label motherfuckersll be dead

You fuckin with my money is like fuckin with my head

Tryin to take my buttered bread

Niggas aint shit, so Im down with you kane

Any time realness, you ready feel this

I dont forget nothing, nothing at all

So mr. steve rifkind, expect my call

Niggas owe me for my rhymes, I come to collect

Over fifteen dollars, Ill snap your fuckin neck

And dont pay me in no fuckin check

If you dont want me to teach the meaning of disrespect

When Im finished in this game, Ill be swimming in my yard

Not at the radio station, looking for a job

Too many niggas feel me spittin on a record

To be broke and homeless, and outside naked

I represent the real grimy masses

Of thugged out gun slinging criminal asses

That shoot up your party and chill at mine

Cuz they know I got love for real niggas, nine to nine theres the mind

Just remember why you frontin like you more that 24 hrs ahead

In 24 hrs youll be dead

Youll be dead



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