Money in the Bank

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Freddie Foxxx

Freddie Foxxx, also known as Bumpy Knuckles, (born James Campbell in 1969) is an American rapper and music producer from Long Island, New York. more »

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2006

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"Money in the bank yeahhhh" 
"Rocked and rolled but then you rolled and rocked" 
"Money in the bank yeahhhh" 
"Rocked and rolled but then you rolled and rocked" 
 
Listen 
You get upset when you hear the Large Professor 
On your girl's cassette deck expect 
Nothin comin soft 'cause I'll never throw weaker blows 
I'll kick you in your [ass] and your breath'll smell like sneaker soles 
Now how's that for a fixin'? 
You'd better rather go to Roy's, cause I ain't kickin' science fiction 
I kick a size nine sneaker or boot 
Chop chumps to stumps, and they remain minute 
The Sheik, I get deep, and always leave with the wet meat 
Because of my technique, I'm the one you let speak 
I collect crops and props like spinach 
I'm vintage, your single sums up to a ten inch 
My soul brother Van Paul and Pete Rock 
Keep the funk flowin' until the last beat stops 
The soul man, can't have you leavin' on a stretcher 
Probably, have you leavin in leather, I catch a body 
From wreckin' slum rappers, but to be frank 
I don't give a [f*ck] I got money in the bank 

"Money in the bank, yeahhhh" 
"Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked" 
"Money in the bank, yeahhhh" 
"Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked" 
"Money in the bank, yeahhhh" 
"Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked" 
 
This is the stage of Triple-X 
When you're sittin' by your radio, screamin', "Freddie Foxxx goes next" 
Those beholdin' the words of a master 
Find mental disaster, as I kick it faster 
Whoever opposes me, and what I feel 
Might find their legs bein' replaced by steel 
This is a brand new year, and the penalty is death 
So there won't be a lot of suckers left 
I grab the mic, and I load it like a long four-fifth 
Huh, and dare you to riff 
Or even sneeze as I blow you to your knees, have you curled up 
In a corner like a dog, with hoof in mouth disease 
Spittin' razor blades, cuttin' veins you can't stitch 
I got you screamin like a [bitch] 
I took your microphone, you can't get it back 
Because your rap was wack 
I'm comin' fifty strong in an armored tank 
And takin' money to the bank 

"Money in the bank, yeahhhh" 
"Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked" 
"Money in the bank, yeahhhh" 
"Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked" 
"Money in the bank, yeahhhh" 
"Rocked and rolled, but then you ro.. rolled.." 
 
Cool G. Rap for your first selection, get up on it 
To my opponents, let me just demonstrate for a minute 
Crooks gettin' hooked, to my book, just like an addiction 
Stop your diction you drop, the science fiction 
Let's get specific you can't get with it 
I'm too terrific and scientific, forget it 
Don't even try to limp it, you're not ready to make hits 
You still got a learner's permit 
Poppin' that [shit], you better sit 
Here's a word, of a third degree burn, so listen and learn 
You're missin' a turn, so you better get, concerned 
My challenger, check the calendar 
I'm as live as a .45 caliber, Colt 
With a silencer, wettin' up, suckers I be settin' up 
Button up, while I'm cuttin' up, never lettin' up 
I don't link up, with suckers with raps that shrank 
Thanks sonny, I'm takin' money to the bank 

"Money in the bank, yeahhhh" 
"Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked" 
"Money in the bank, yeahhhh" 
"Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked" 
"Money in the bank, yeahhhh" 
"Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked" 
 
One in the chamber, eight in the clip 
Pull out a razor, watch your rhyme book rip 
It's Ant Live, liver and deliveries get liver 
With G. Rap, and we're the sole survivors 
MC's want to try me, but can't escape, my clutch 
Too much, caught in the ropes, like double dutch 
You want to run up, you better run up light 
Cause like a whorehouse shippin' out [pussy] tonight 
Believe me I ain't goin' out like a brick parachute 
Or a fruit, or a guy that wears Brut 
Cologne, I'm violent prone, so leave me alone 
I'm about to set fire to the microphone 
And leave the mic so hot you need potholders for this 
Due to burnt wires it's cordless 
(Yo Ant Live make suckers walk off the plank) 
Not now, I'm takin' money to the bank 

"Money in the bank, yeahhhh" 
"Money in the bank, yeahhhh" 
"Money in the bank, yeahhhh" 

"Money in the bank, yeahhhh" 
"Money in the bank, yeahhhh" 
"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"

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