Rough Enough Lyrics

Rough Enough lyrics

Yo



Y'all



Y'all!



Drop that, man







Yeah



On a gangsta tip



Freddie Foxxx in the house 



You know what I'm sayin?



Rollin with the Flava



We gon' set it off like this



Check it out







On the one...







Let me hear you say 



Go Fox-o, go Fox-o go



(Go Fox-o, go Fox-o go)



Yo, let me hear you say 



Go Fox-o, go Fox-o go, come on



(Go Fox-o, go Fox-o go)







(Get on the mic and get rough)--> KRS-One







[ VERSE 1 ]



I'm back again to wreck mics and threat the mic-holder



I'm still hardcore gettin mines, like I told ya



I still keep a gun on my waistline, clip in a fat rhyme



Shoot you in the chest with the tec, in the head with the nine



You rappers can't swing the Freddie Foxxx style



Man, I make the softest nigga think he's buckwild



I never won a Grammy, never made a hit



But everytime a rapper get on stage with Freddie Foxxx, he get his ass
whipped



I break em down daily



My voice so ill, I make Barry White sound like Philip Bailey



You rappers don't faze me with the rough talk 



Boy, you better back up and pack up 



Before I load the mack up



I swing with the mic, and zhigge-zhigge-zhig it right



And beat you rappers down that just can't speak it right



I been a ruffneck since I was a baby, ask my mama



When I got out, it was just for bringin niggas drama



So set up the beef, I bust it down



And guarantee the opposition never see the 2nd round



And by the end of the song, you're in a trap



Screamin in the crowd, "Freddie Foxxx, bust a rap!"







(Rough)







(Get on the mic and get rough)







[ VERSE 2 ]



A lotta rappers try to front like they're rougher than they really are



But you're just a booty-ass nigga with a nice car



I bet the girls just like you cause they seen you on the video



You wanna meet a real live nigga, here we go, hoe



First I teach you not to talk back, teach you to be loyal



Show her that my gangsta style's above royal



Teach her bout the murder game, so she'll never hate it



Then hit her with a .380 snub-nose nickel plated



See, ladies know the only thing that I like is my gun and my mic



A piece of ass, and a good fight



I'm still knockin niggas out, ain't nothin changed, gee



My bodyguards hold me back when there's beef



So understand the Militant Mack will never switch up



A lotta y'all talk behind my back, but in my face y'all bitch up



Yo baby boy, hold me down



While I go inside a sucker nigga's house and bust a couple of rounds



It's like the nigga in white that'll blast you in daylight



And stand there till the cops come and fight



And even if they lock me in jail, I be aight



I do a lotta push-up's, and kill a lotta mice in the night



But once they let me go 



You suckers better know 



I hit my stash



Then I'm comin for that ass







Yeah



Flippin it on the one



For the Flavor



We gon' set it off hardcore like this



Let me hear you say 



Rip it Fox-o, rip it Fox-o rip it



(Rip it Fox-o, rip Fox-o rip it)



Yo, let me hear you say 



Rip it Fox-o, rip it Fox-o rip it, come on



(Rip it Fox-o, rip Fox-o rip it)



Let me hear you say



Break, Fox-o, break Fox-o break



(Break Fox-o, break Fox-o break)







(Get on the mic and get rough)







[ VERSE 3 ]



I like to cruise through Brooklyn in my old Buick Regal



And right on my left my .45 Desert Eagle



Say what's up to my boys still rappin on the corner



They want me to hang, but I'm solo, I don't wanna



Check it, I knock boots like a superstar 



Girls know who they are



My name ain't Bobby Brown 



Girl, I'm humpin around



So you see Freddie Foxxx, girl, you wanna get laid



My name ain't Aaron Hall, girl, you better be afraid



I jump inside your ass like I was Johnny Meat



And do the Sweet-Dick-Willie to a fat beat



I hump you gangster style, and turn you out 



Went through all the positions that the girls love to talk about



I have you strung out, hopin that we blow up



Waitin for me all day, but I never show up



Because the mic is my first love, it'd never leave



I stick a mic in a rapper's ass and make him bleed



I'm Mr. Nice Lyrical Style, Freddie Foxxx, did it



Stamina Daddy, freak the funk, girl, don't forget it



So next time you see me killin on the ave., baby



With a hoodie and a .45 mag, baby



Don't play me close, cause it's beef and I'm on a mission



I'm huntin down the fox, so baby listen







Yeah, you know the flavor, baby



And before we slide



We gon' do it on the ill, knowmsayin?



One for the road, and we gon' set it off like this



On the one



Check this out







Let me hear you say 



Go Fox-o, go Fox-o go



(Go Fox-o, go Fox-o go)



Yo, let me hear you say 



Go Fox-o, go Fox-o go, come on



(Go Fox-o, go Fox-o go)



Yo, let me hear you say 



Rip it Fox-o, rip it Fox-o rip it, come on



(Rip it Fox-o, rip Fox-o rip it)



Let me hear you say



Break, Fox-o, break Fox-o break



(Break Fox-o, break Fox-o break)



(Get on the mic and get rough)







You know the Flava, you soft-ass nigga



Whenever you see me, back the fuck up



Or might catch one in the forehead



Punk



Peace