Tell ’Em I’m Here Freddie Foxxx

[Intro: Freddie Foxxx's nephew]
Yo, Uncle Foxxx - these rappers is soft!
Keep it real like my daddy did!
Come on! Come on!

[Intro: Freddie Foxxx]
Uh... it's the real...

Somebody tell them motherfuckers I'm here!

[Verse 1]
Emcees and rappers - what's up? I hope it's good
For them street niggas breakin' them bricks, in the hood
I write, maybe sheddin' some light
My experience in Hip-Hop, was struggle and fight
All I ever wanted, was a chance to rock the mic, like you do
Control every crowd in the world, like voodoo
The underground hardcore scene, it's my floor
I snatch alotta money from that, so once more
I step, where the niggas that rep, get checks
You touch mine? Here go my check [*cocks gun*]
It's back to underground clubs, with fights at the door
Niggas gettin' one deal, in six months they poor
I separate emcees from rappers, standin' on stage with two clappers
Cock back, beef at my house? I stop that
I dare any nigga standin' in here with half a heart
To address me, I'll rip you apart – tell 'em I'm here!