Lyrics Tell 'em I'm Here - Freddie Foxxx
Somebody
tell
them
motherf**kers
I'm
here!
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
flaw
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
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
rip
you
apart,
Tell
'em
I'm
Here!
Tell
'em
the
one
that
blasts
first
every
time
it's
on
Tell
'em,
I
put
the
word
back
in
word
is
bond
Tell
'em,
I
stomp
rappers
to
the
beat,
shut
'em
down
with
no
fear
Somebody
tell
them
motherf**kers
I'm
here!
Who
got
the
ill
rep,
lyrical
style
like
Bumpy
Knucks
Outta
respect
none
of
you
bitch
ass
niggas
your
shit
sucks
I'm
the
emperor,
you
niggas
is
hoes
with
gold
plaques
Lotta
stick
ups
in
town,
Freddie
Foxxx
is
back
Bumpy
Knuckles
I,
take
out
your
heart
with
one
look
Frying
niggas
like
"Yang
Kang
Cook"
you're
all
shook
Spittin
hella
hot
lyrics,
that
infiltrate
tracks
Like
spirit,
real
niggas
wild
when
they
hear
it
My
heart
bleeds
raw
hip
hop,
I
got
no
gauze
Sometimes
the
beats
kicks
so
hard,
I
cock
them
fours
And
I
can
feel
it,
all
up
in
my
veins,
keep
it
noted
I'm
the
long
term
maintain,
Tell
'em
I'm
Here!
I
do
it
special
for
them
thug
niggas
holdin
the
block
They
need
a
nigga
on
wax
that
can
follow
To
give
'em
that
real
shit
to
swallow
I
don't
respect
a
man
under
no
man
You
frontin
like
you
holdin
all
the
cards
up
in
your
hand
When
emcees
come
in,
emcees
go
I'm
one
of
the
few
emcees
left,
with
emcee
flow
So
while
I
spit
repetitious
like
techs
Make
your
bitch
say
my
style
is
delicious
like
sex
Undetectable
rhyme,
it's
complex
Check
the
three
X's
that
I
earned
from
Bustin
my
sigs
from
New
York
to
Texas
Makin
niggas
take
L's
like
Lexus,
tattoed
vibes
I
protect
this
Find
a
mic
mechanic,
'cause
I'm
bout
to
wreck
this
Villainous,
I'm
laughin
while
I'm
killin
this
Never
break
a
sweat
because
my
groove
be
the
chillinest
Thug
niggas
throw
your
hands
up
if
you
feelin
this,
Tell
'em
I'm
Here!
1 Live @ the Roxy 2000
2 24 Hrs
3 Tell 'em I'm Here
4 Bambaataa & Bumpy Talk Industry
5 Inside Your Head
6 Who Knows Why?
7 Searchin' (feat. Terisa Griffin)
8 Never Bow Down
9 Industry Shakedown
10 MC's Come & MC's Go
11 Bumpy Bring It Home (feat. M.O.P.)
12 Live in Tokyo With DJ Rukas
13 Bumpy Knuckles Baby
14 R.N.S.
15 Stock in the Game
16 Intelligent Thug-Bumpy's Theory
17 Feel Like I Been Here
18 The Mastas (feat. M.O.P.)
19 Part of My Life
20 Live @ the Roxy - 2000 Outro
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