24 Hrs Lyrics - Singles - 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 we'll see who'll win, and who'll lose... 

And if I had to state my word... 

Say this'll 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 they'll be enemies tomorrow... 

So when they die, I'll have no sorrow... 

Just remember those you decide to cross... 

'cause if your door gets knocked on you get knocked off 

Verse: 

Who's that six foot bald nigga from new york 

With the gangsta walk, the gangsta talk 

Thrillin to find 'em and kill 'em 

I'm wildin', I'm illin 

I don't give a fuck about you, and that's my feelin 

I'm 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 

'cause 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 I'm 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*, let's take it back to philly 

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

Nigga you ain't that hard 

And a nigga can't spend no money layin in the graveyard 

Omigod, it really shocks you 

This can't 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 he's 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 I'm 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 he's 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 ain't n b high 

You niggas ain't got no balls and won't die 

I'm 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 motherfuckers'll be dead 

You fuckin with my money is like fuckin with my head 

Tryin to take my buttered bread 

Niggas ain't shit, so I'm down with you kane 

Any time realness, you ready feel this 

I don't 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, I'll snap your fuckin neck 

And don't pay me in no fuckin check 

If you don't want me to teach the meaning of disrespect 

When I'm finished in this game, I'll 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 

'cause they know I got love for real niggas, nine to nine there's the mind 

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

In 24 hrs you'll be dead 

You'll be dead