M.U.G. - Lyrics - O.c.

(feat. Freddie Foxxx) [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 *** 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 ***, who got my back Freddie Foxxx with the twin millies Burn a temperillo Aiyo Foxxx *** these *** 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 *** 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, *** 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 *** out from the lies they tell Oh well, I bet you feel me all up in ya chest I make the saucest *** catch a body blame it on stress And if he snitch, I bail him out and *** his *** And then sedate her with my four pound clap ***'s only rap But I'm livin like that So when while *** be talkin dogs, and walkin like cats *** 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 *** be scared to come And we got a whole lot to give, but you don't want none [O.C. (Freddie Foxxx) {both}] Any *** play high post, I'm runnin over O.C. weigh tons like a *** Range Rover (Tellin *** to they face that the fassad is over Now it's time for this real *** ***, can you feel this?) No question, we manifestin, what we feel Bust up in your session, smack *** up like adolesce (Like a D&D, I can't see a gang, no *** body, seein me That's just pure fantasy) True indeed son, we ain't the one While *** goin out like that, we bring it on like Scarface (That's means *** case, I bring highs to any base Disrespect the prosession) {So all of these beats and these rhymes attached} (Mean that real *** 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] What?