M.U.G. Songtext / Lyric

Penicillin on wax, the cure for rap

Crooklyn Dodger number two back on the map

Perhaps you thought I was gone, well surprise nigga

Not physically, but I'm a massive figure



Al Pacino status, the baddest, exotic

Repetition like a automatic, can't stop it

High floatin', po satin' like coke snortin'

When I see 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 through like draino

Lava, from a volcano

Scorchin', torchin' the microphone I lost it

Poppin'






Freddie Foxxx with the twin millies

Burn a temperillo

Aiyo Foxxx fuck these niggas

Slice 'em up like an ox pop



Yeah, okay, it's time to bring these rap cats from Fantasy Isle

I bring it to these fake niggas with a quick and a smile

You know my style, 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, shit 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' niggas out from the lies they tell

Oh well, I bet you feel me all up in ya chest

I make the saucest nigga catch a body blame it on stress



And if he snitch, I bail him out and murder his bitch

And then sedate her with my four pound clap

Shit's only rap but I'm livin' like that

So when while niggas be talkin' dogs and walkin' like cats



Niggas mouths were gettin' way too fat

But O.C. and big Fred Oxxx, we bought to bring it back

"Let's go back"

"I'm tellin' it just like that"



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 niggas be scared to come

And we got a whole lot to give, but you don't want none



Any nigga play high post, I'm runnin' over

O.C. weigh tons like a fuckin' Range rover

(Tellin' niggas to they face that the fassad is over

Now it's time for this real nigga shit, can you feel this?)



No question, we manifestin', what we feel

Bust up in your session, smack niggas up like adolescence

(Like a D&D, I can't see a gang, no motherfuckin' body

Seein' me that's just pure fantasy)



True indeed son, we ain't the one

While niggas goin' out like that, we bring it on like Scarface

(That's means murder case, I bring highs to any base

Disrespect the profession)



Mean that real niggas 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 want hard times



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 niggas be scared to come

And we got a whole lot to give, but you don't want none



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