Hook 1: Why, why, why, why? I'ma in love, I'ma love with this man. Why, why, why, why? I'm in love, I'm in love...
1st Verse: PIMPIN'! Don't you get enough pussy at home? Tell me. What really make this nigga wan roam? How could he diss me wit Tonya, Keisha, Tiffany, Sharra, and Lucy? All of these hoe groupies. I speak the truth. I never run my mouth loosely and like I told you this bitch is a soldier. Been fuckin' wit him since he drove the Corrola. Gave him the Beamer, even bought him Lucci Marianas now. I switched him up. Switch his whole wrist game up. You see I never shoulda fuck'd wit this lame buck I. Kept him fresh, kept his lil toe game up. Now he wanna have this bitch in my Hummer truck? And if I catch him burn this cocksucker shit up. Like A. Basset. Oh! I GETS SO DRASTIC. A woman scorn have you layin' in the castic and still I cry. Why oh why? NO!
Hook 2: Why, why, why, why? I'ma in love. (Is it Keisha, Tonya, or Tiffany?)Why, why, why, why? I'ma in love. (I caught him cold now that muthafucka missing me). Why, why, why, why? I'ma in love. (Is it for Alison, Sandra, that you dissin' me?). Why, why, why, why? (You can "Cry Me A River" but its over nigga).
2nd Verse: See I caught him creepin, All-Star weekend. He ain't bother to say bye so I headed for the highway! I does it my way. Look what I see. It's my man's Bentely parked in front of Magic City. So I jumps on out, mink on back, gat on lap, silencer cause I know I might clap. Fuck the rap. I'm like "Yeah bitch I'm back". Cops around? I lay this whole fuckin' shit down! But I keeps my cool the last time I acted a fool they had ya girl front page of the news. Hey!!! What up pimpin'? See you all down here slippin', fake bitch on yo side of ya hip. See I'm done with the lyin' and shit, the cryin and shit. And if you was smart you'd be hot in this bitch. I loved him more than myself. Put three years in this shit. And still I cry. Still I sing why oh why? OH!
Hook 2: Why, why, why, why? I'ma in love. (Is it Keisha, Tonya, or Tiffany?)Why, why, why, why? I'ma in love. (I caught him cold now that muthafucka missing me). Why, why, why, why? I'ma in love. (Is it for Alison, Sandra, that you dissin' me?). Why, why, why, why? (You can "Cry Me A River" but its over nigga).
3rd Verse: This nigga done lost his mind. Fuckin' wit Fox. And he don't know how many niggas is dying to take his spot now. From Brooklyn to Kingston. Beer tagger boi for this pussy! What the fuck is he thining?! It's such a shame I was fuckin' this lame. And how dare this cocksucker try to discrace my name. WHOA!!! I'm like doggie don't press ya luck. Come out the waist for this pussy but der kill ter fuck! WHOA! The pain and stress, it happens to the best. Do ya'll know how it feel to do your tour depressed? Your
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[Intro: Young Gavin]
Fox Five, let's go
[Verse One: Foxy Brown]
See it ain't no party like a Fox Brown party
Cuz a Fox Brown party don't stop
But them bottles a pop, when Fox Five come through in the drop
With chinchilla on my back, it's the King {bitch} of rap
Catch us ?, up in bungalow eight
Rollin' through in the cranberry SK8 and
Call the crew, tell 'em come to the crib
I did my time, it's all water under the bridge
I got knocked and it felt like a part of my life
But I'm, back home I'mma party tonight
Through the pool party since no-one else is home
All my friends happy for me tell me "Welcome home" and
Yeah I know I got busted for a crime
Now I'm tryna have fun and make up for lost times
The world is mine, I'm so refocused
But I'm back this time and I'm back to grind, so
[Chorus: Red Handed] (Young Gav)
What you gonna do when you get out of jail?
I'm gon' have some fun (let's have fun then)
What do you consider fun?
Fun, natural fun (I like that)
We drinkin' on the liquor til there ain't no more
Tell me if you drinkin' with me (what you drinkin'?)
We drinkin' on the liquor til there ain't no more
Tell me if you drinkin' with me (I like that, c'mon)
[Verse Two: Foxy]
And, this is how it's 'sposed to be
No police, all night, hopefully, cuz
we got Armadale vodka too, I got
one of my homies on the ones and twos and
The food is banging, the hate is gone
The speakers blasting the latest songs
And all that time they had me alone
Now I'm, with my family, I'm happy I'm home and
We two-stepping cuz it's back in style
My friends laughin' and acting wild
See this type of thing, happen all the time
But you gotta get yours, just like I'm gon' get mine
Everything is fine, with my friends I pack a whole place in
For one day I forget the probation
I won't stop til the party is done and see I'm gon' have some fun!
[Chorus]
[Red Handed]
Ain't no party like a Fox Five party, cuz a Fox Five party don't stop
Ain't no party like a Fox Five party, cuz a Fox Five party don't stop
[Verse Three: Foxy]
Yeah I made the crime, but I paid the time
And from this day on, I'mma take my shine
You see I made the crime, but I paid the time
And from this day on, I'mma take my shine, so, yeah
I can't forgive 'em, I'm living my life different
I'm seeing just what I'm missing, I ain't tryna go to prison again
They got me on constant watch, but
anything is better than to be on lock
[Chorus] - repeat 2X
[Foxy]
Yeah, uh huh, woo
Fox Brown, Fox Brown
Fox Brown, Fox Brown
Intro:
Yo, turn me up
Verse 1 [Foxy]:
What ya'll know bout bangin' out?/ Till there's nothin' left stash box mag 4s all up in the dashboards/ Look, ya'll think we get this cash for?/ We gon' front till we die/ Throw that money in the sky homie/ I rock the movies ya'll know already/ But it's necessary I style in Bergberry/ Young Fox I run hip-hop/ Niggas know them hits won't stop bet them clips will pop/ Bet I be in that big body Rover/ Frontin' hard in the squad L-V on them loafers/ I'm an ill bitch I styles like I'm supposed to/ Niggas in the big gettin' right off my posters/ In the pearl white hatch back got my swagger back and I don't know how to act nigga/ My groove is on my team is strong/ Hey yo Gav please bring that motherfucker home(???)
Chorus [Young Gavin]:
This is what we came to do/ Gettin' money playboy we ain't playin' wit' you/ Who the one that got the streets on lock/ Somebody better call the cops/ What we doin' huh?/ [Sung] We makin' it/ Fever hit/ Ya'll know it's Fox/ She keeps it hot
Verse 2 [Foxy]:
And I bring it to bitches for real/ Special delivery/ Five years strong and they still tryin' to get rid of me/ But I'm still here niggas/ I do this for Gav to keep them young boys runnin' through the av/ Have the team lookin' good I be's in the hood/ Dubs on the wheels and Bs on the hood/ Pop 50 bottles/ Hello to Hollywood/ I'm so gutter athlete's sweat suit with the hood/ Might flip it on these bitches and throw in a plain sood(???)/ Hit a real good shoot lookin' real fuckin' good/ Start our her label, she'll never be able/ Now I styles on niggas and I turn the tables/ Now means with Kev and Lyor on the round table/ In a three-quarter butter brown Sable/ Ya'll niggas hustlin' deals and I'm still on the grind/ Tryin' to appeal still be in bushels of mils
(Chorus [Young Gavin]
Verse 3 [Foxy]:
Irate the weak movin' a brick in half a week/ And it's hard to eat in these Brooklyn streets/ The truth is you bitches only live in a booth/ I move big sixty deuce that's Prada goose nigga/ Throw our money out our prowler roof I'm about to tightin' the nooze they talkin' loose/ Man, me and Gav in the blast Tyson's bout to get them belts back/ Brooklyn's back nigga
(Utada Hikaru)
Mmm, Oooh, Oh
(Foxy Brown)
Yeah, Uh, Yeah
Y'all know y'all see us in the Benz or that Rover
Fresh pair of And 1's, Luis? Pull over
Whole city locked, just like I always told you (uh-huh)
If it ain't Boogie, believe me, she a rookie
You know how Fox drop it, dig up in they pockets
Pussy get lost, treat that nigga like a jump-off
They act shady, this nigga must be crazy
My girls sell units like Michael in the 80's (ugh)
(Utada Hikaru)Chorus
What am I supposed to do, I don't wanna be your referee but
Anytime tonight I'm gonna, blow my whistle soon
Hold my breath, turn blue 'til it's time to be your referee, but
Later on tonight I'll let you, blow my whistle too
(Utada Hikaru)
Cast your vote on me
Say that's it for me
Just place your bets on me
Stop gettin' high off of jealousy,
whether you are ready or not
I'm comin' with all that I got (I got)
Then while you decide, we are undefined
My instincts says I ought to keep you free (I wanna keep you free)
And my mother says men besides stability (Oh, is it true?)
My Instincts says I ought to keep you free
But I told you this life exclusively (oh)
[Repeat Chorus]
(Utada Hikaru)
Scared to show or tell
Keep what you just felt
The secrets to yourself
I'm gettin' tired of mysteries, even though I say they do not
The games you play hurt me a lot (a lot)
When there's none to play, will you go or stay?
My instincts says I ought to disagree
When my mother says men will leave eventually (is it true?)
Nothing lasts forever, I agree
But I wouldn't mind the possibility (Oh)
[Repeat Chorus]
(Foxy Brown)
Live from BK, dippin' on the freeway (uh-huh)
Visor twisted back with a couple wild cats (Oww!)
Bunch of loose goons, Keep the muzzle on 'em
We all 7-tre, who the fuck wan' what? (Iyye!)
I numbs 'em like cocaine raw
Starvin' like you part of the V-8 this fall
Homes, in many places, but I'm Brooklyn's own
Bet I, keeps it poppin', keeps they shoulders lockin'
Lahdy-Dahdy in the party, nigga,
Up ya yen, fuck you lockin' for a pen? I just came to bone
Reputation ill, stay on chrome
I'm like E.T. beotch, no phone home
Gavin always told me, Boogie, watch ya paper
Keep it low, bubble slow, niggaz, catch the vapors
Foxy Calhoun in the Cadillac blue
2 Live, Shawn ain't got no ma's, beotch!
[Repeat Chorus until fade]
(Tramp)
Whatchu call me? (Tramp)
Whatchu call me? (Tramp)
Whatchu call me? (Tramp)
Whatchu call me?
Home girls, attention you must pay
So listen close to what I say
Don't take this as no simple rhyme
Because this type of shit happens all the time
Now, what would you do if a broke nigga came by?
Would you fuck him or would you deny?
Shit, it ain't like he don't know what we like
Just a little bit of ice, carats straight for life
Then maybe we could talk about us 'fuckin' tonight'
69 no change, in the back of the range, calloway edition
Is ya'll muthafuckers still pushin' expeditions?
Won't catch a bitch like Na Na rollin' in 'em
Small thing, bitch we own things
Give a fuck if my ice colors orange or sky blue
I fuck with you
(Tramp, tramp, tramp)
[C] Fox, whassup Fox?
[F] What's up Case, how ya doin' baby?
[C] Chillin', what's going down?
[F] Ain't nothin', about to lace this track for ya real quick
[C] Ya gonna flow in the joint for me?
[F] Hell, yeah on some real live Foxy Brown shit
[C] Yo, I'm a flow in the joint on some, some Case shit
The job is flow
[Foxy Brown]
Pa Pa just keep me laced up
In the illa Case be,Issac Mizrahi
Fuck around with Dolce Gabanna
Sippin' pure 'Zay with the Ill Na Na
Nigga you fuck around
And how you know you tease and you join
Nigga your royalties and your pawn
So what the deal is?
But Foxy Brown met Case, now we laced
Bonnie met Clyde now I'm up in Jamaica breaking all your paper
[Case]
You're the only one for me
You're the only one I need
Can't nobody make me feel
The way you're making me feel
And girl you know this love is real
[Mary J. Blige]
1 - Touch me, tease me
Feel me and caress me
Hold on tight and don't let go
Baby I'm about to explode
Cuz all my love you can control
[Case]
I'll spend the night with you
If you promise you will do
All the things to make me scream
And you know just what I mean
Cuz tonight you taste like ice cream
I wanna make you fall in love
Make you touch the stars above
Please me low and be my friend
I'll come back and hit it again
And again, and again, and again
Don't go away
Repeat 1
[Foxy]
What?
Let me get that Lex nigga
Sex wetter than aquariums
Flashing, they get their ass in
Who fucks slow with lear jets and coups
My ones stackin'
You ain't know that I be mackin'
The extra set of keys
The thirty G's
Them chips, the bellies, had you livin' on your knees
Not to mention the laced out crib in Dallas
The fourty room palace
Sippin' cristal-ise
Repeat 1 until fade
Me da orignial ras cluda
Jean Paul Claude!
(Aiy, aiy, aiy, aiy)
Jusy give me some room!
(Stinkin gwal!)
Make ya momma sing!
My guns, my funds keep both in eyes range
Put holes in foes who believe that I change
Hot slugs in thugs who pose and act tough
So quick to get kidnapped and smacked up
My ways amazed
All those opposing
I'm grown, I own extensive clothing
Go shopping, go cope five pairs of Hoagings
The five elite bet Fox is chosing
Can't beat her clone her
Know some bitches who boasting like Winola
Ya'll know Fox is a rider
But if needed put six shots inside her
Leave her dead in the basement
Get a replacement
Got reason to fear Fox
Scare rap bitches half to death
To knees shake and tears drop
Jump in car when I hear cops
One girl, me against the world
How can you not compare Pac?
Me da orignial ras cluda
Jean Paul Claude!
(Aiy, aiy, aiy, aiy)
Jusy give me some room!
(Bloodclots)
Make ya momma sing!
F-O, X-Y
You know the kids raw
The streets it self is what I live for
My "Reign" remain, some hoes I'm fading
The flow you know is most amazing
My slanted eyes, I'll never trade in
Trini in me and mixed wit Asain
See I know how fe-el to start broke
I'm hood, I could still roll thru Park Slope
It's the music that you hear on blocks
My raps got through ya blood like a herion shot
Jeah!
I got these rap dudes switching sides
I'm the gutterest, goodiest bitch alive and
Fox 5, believe my team works
I'ma silent partner
Call me Kareem Burks
I'ma spit long as you find me along
The Firm bitch!
First chick to true Bonnie & Clyde, pussy
Me da orignial ras cluda
Jean Paul Claude!
(Aiy, aiy, aiy, aiy)
Jusy give me some room!
(Bloodclots)
Make ya momma sing!
(Hey, hey! Girnd dem pussy!)
Check it, check it
If dem not ready
Foxy move bot'cha bloodclots
My accent flows, ya'll know my shit rocks
Orignial true bad gal of hip-hop
DEM NOT READY!
G'wan no my shit knocks
Ya'll have reason to fear Fox
Scare rap bitches half the death
Till knees shake and tears drop
Jump in the car when I hear cops
One girl, me against the world
How can you hate the Brown Fox?
Me da orignial ras cluda
Jean Paul Claude!
(Aiy, aiy, aiy, aiy)
Jusy give me some room!
(Bloodclots)
Make ya momma sing!
Yes indeed
This is
The imperial, serial rap murderer
Yall bitches aint hood
The hood never heard of ya
What kind of live bitch shit on the crew
And leave them niggas dead and broke in the borough
Bitch claim to be thorough
Gun cock is back to pop shit, young.
Lay in the drop
I spazz
The battle is done
Competition is none
I'm a Fox 5 General
Yall rap bitches is so fucking subliminal
All I hear is Fox look at ya clone
Bitches can't leave Boogie alone
Baybro I swear
From Dior to my curly hair
Get off my dick, I'm saying
How the fuck is you playing
Uhhhh yeahhhh uh, The Firm
Lust... hate... envy... jealousy
Connivin niggaz
Nigga nature, uh, yeah
Jumped out the ride, floss high, black tie
Cocoa to lye, three guys, slanted eyes
I shoulda tried, sweet thugs stay dove
Up in the Land, crash bar ill beam
They threw this CREAM, my whole team must fiend
The ghetto dream, Fox Boog, jigged up
Stay in the cut like WHAT, layin in the Bentleys
stoned, flossed on, me and Capone
Picasso, Mardi Gras, play the low in a six-double-oh
Benz chrome, dominicano
Superstar Lila Escobar holy matrimon'
Tied to The Firm, die for The Firm
So help me God, street life played right
I got his wife, hemmed up, in bun
Nigga two to the gut
f/ Pretty Boy
[Pretty Boy]
Yo, tell Foxy to hold all that down
Aight, hold on
[Foxy]
Uhh, that's cool
First bitch, what
[Foxy Brown]
There ya'll bitches go, straight yappin' again
Oh the TV show fucked up, got you rappin' again
Ya'll bitches is scared now, got you rhymin' from the heart now
Been talkin' shit, what the fuck you wanna start now
Mad cause he Pretty
Seent ya fruity ass straight starin' at my titties
Spendin' chips to get me, who me!
Strickly dickly, fucks wit' no chicks
Only the thuggest cats, with the, stiffest dicks
Picture this, ya'll broke bitches wanna see me diss ya'll
Just to get ya'll rich, never
It's simple shit, this little navigator
Litte high heeled gators, be gettin' you sick
What the fuck is this
Ain't ya'll bitches supposed to be CEO's, and actresses, whoa
See this dough, this bomb ass face in this
Pretty roll in this, heavy dough
Don't ya'll chicks know, I inherit from the best
My nigga Jay, so you feelin' the rest
Bnnie and Clyde, bitch!
You don't worry bout this, he like this
The way the shit mines, just look at your wrist
Why is she even trippin' off this hallf ass shit
We rockin' stadiums, splittin' half that shit
He like, huh, here go the keys, go flash that shit
Matter fact, take this birck, and go stash that shit
That's right, I'm bare foot
On the stage with the look
Now you clones, dick ridin' my throne
I'ma let ya'll hoes know, for the first and last time
I'm on that Brooklyn shit, and I'm takin' what's mine
Yeah, now you made, ain't no royalties left?
Hah, I'll show you royalty
Dead on your royalty, uhh
I'ma stay talkin' about gettin' proper
Yeah, bitch, I said it
I'ma dress dress royal
Talk to me...
[Foxy Brown]
Remix
[Baby]
Boss, I see you there!
I see you Mike! I see you Roy!
Keep your hands up nigga keep fightin
[Baby]
Mami, boss nigga, boss bitch
Boss whips with boss chips
Drive Escalade on boss blades
Sitten on them twenty-tre's
and thats on some stop and go's
When I pull up the car stop the rims still flow's
Picture me rollin like this
Burberry, Gucci, interior so slick
Me and Foxy with the matchip whips
That Benz, that Bently, Lambourgini luxury shit
I red carpet my bitch
Bought her up to Jacob and laced my bitch
I bought a 99 Hummer
Fuck that I got 99 bundles
Nigga life is a hustle
Fuck that little daddy, life is a struggle!
[Foxy]
Its necessary we styles in Burburry
And our walk is mean in them Frankie B. jeans boy
Its necessary we stays in Burburry
And a Mark Jacob bag and a H-Tod shoe (Whoo)
[Noreaga]
Its necessary we smoke the blueberry
and we pop that Louie thirteen with our team boy
Its necessary we rock the Sean John
With a nice throwback and some Air Force Ones
[Noreaga]
See, all that ain't nothin we at the bar frontin
Its necessary I smokes that blueberry
When I do white liquor I do it with cranberry
Niggas fall off top and look at they
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(-Intro-)
Fever Baby
OK, alright
Brooklyn,
Uh-Oh Uh-Oh
Yeah Uh Huh
Bitches throw ya drinks up, Style when we be comin' in
Niggas throw ya guns up, Whyle when we be runnin in
And all that ain't nothin, We at the bar frontin
Its necessary, We stays in Burburry (Whooooo)
(-Verse 1-)
You know how it go, Fox and Gav
In a navy blue Rov, Stuttin in Halo
On the I-95, Keepin it live
In the hood, in the 5, Front of Kennedy Fried (Whooooo)
Then slide off with a NBA jump-off
Or a nice lil' rapper, Whoever money stack up
Duke, Cop a little H-Tod shoe
And them little boxer dudes, Get a watch or two (Whoa)
It aint greed, Yall got kids to feed
Fuck it, All he wanna do is kill it and leave
So, Lay low and throw the pussy like the free throw
Brooklyn broad and bet I keep the heat low
(-Hook-)
Its necessary, We styles in Burburry
And our walk is mean in them Frankie B. jeans bwoy
Its necessary, We stays in Burburry
And a Mark Jacob bag and a H-Tod shoe (Whoo)
(2X)
(-Verse 2-)
When we walk up in the club, Niggas be like, "OH!"
They aint got no dough? Bet we be like, "NO!"
We bout our paper and all that fam
Rollin through Planet Hollywood knockin that Killa Cam (Whoa)
Up in V.I.P. with F.B.
With a nice throw back, Right below a good G
Now, dude is ill, I'm lovin his boys
I'm all, seing he's gangsta, I'm watching him swift now
They wanna see us, Bitches they wanna be us
Fox and Althea in a powder blue two seater
We the truth in our Juicy sweat suits
When we come through ya town, Every'ting shut down
(-Hook 2X-)
(-Verse 3-)
20's with the rims, B-custom kitted Bently
And everything we do, They assist like Jamaal Tinsley
Cocky bastard, I only spits acid
Slept on Broken Silence, Fever bout to smash it
This here's a classic, We keeps it drastic
I'm all engaged engaged to dough and married to plastic
And you know how we do, Fresh pair Air Force 2's
With the toaster, Kobe pull over (Whoo)
(-Hook 2X-)
Gav I just drank a Red Bull baby...
Hey I'm a vibe man.....
Oh yes, oh yes whoo!!!....
Oh my God.....
(You got it!)
Whoo! Ho, ho...
Bust that gat if you feel that bull
Spit, spit that flow if you feel that cold
Who that? If you feel that I beefs that real
Then bet ya deal I promise that my words gon kill
Pop that, crack that Moe if you feel her flow
Blow that, blow that dro let ya eyes hang low
Who that? Who that be in the new black Z?
F, O, X nigga theres no better than me
Fox 5 cocksucker now who better then we?
And with Rob Dolla locked still who fuckin wit he?
I brings forth the Fev, the negativite, the crisis
Ya'll niggas understand why I write this
I should be talking to Ophra like the ghetto Jehovah
I'm door to door with my flow I talk how I live it
What you see is how I get it, I'm ill, I'm sick wit it
Fuck ya'll think I'm a gimmick? (Eh!)
I'm the best that ever did it
More love to Shante' my friend
Who was "Fox" back then
Ya'll don't underdstand
I had J and she had Shin
and I rocks chinchilla how she rocked Arbeden and
Everything I say is a open book
When I spit these bars I don't need no hook
You see everything I say is a open book
And when I spit these bars I don't need no hook
(Eh!)
Hold that,
Hold ya dough, I'm a show you flow
Slow that,
Slow ya roll I'ma coach you slow
Know that critical flow come from the mind of the sick
Satistics say that I'm seven
It's only right that I fit
Seven years
Through the blood
Sweat and tears
Almost caught a brain tumor
Tried to escape all these rumors
When insane for a second
When I crashed my Range
But that's the price of this fame
I must live wit this pain but
Why don't you mention my name?
Fox is not a mime I don't read between lines and
When I write it's a open book
When I spit these bars I don't need no hook
You see everything I write is a open book
And when I spit these bars I don't need no hook but
Everything I write is a open book and when I spit these bars I don't need no hook nucca
Jhea, I need another Red Bull man
I mean these things get me so focus man
Yeah, I mean bitches just don't spit like this man
I should be compared to niggas
I'm one of the five elite
Ain't no classifying me man.....
Hey...Yo Gav I'm wide awoke, fam. Fox..
[VERSE 1]
Am I the most prolific
Can it be that I'm one of the most gifted
I swear at times I'm so twisted
Outta all the occupations in the world I chose this shit
Momma, tell me, do I have what it takes to be
Irreplacably the best this place will see
And yes I'm hated
And will I go down in history as one of the most underestimated
Lord, speak to me, are these streets the key?
We don't snitch, we been sworn to secrecy
I never claimed I shot guys
I just came in the game to get my name and rep Fox 5
I'm so close yet so far but so far
No stars flow hard like I do
So many years you been lied to
I now provide you with the closest thing to rap's bible
[CHORUS]
(Now I lay me down to sleep) Oh lord
(I pray the lord my soul 2 keep)
Yes, so may years you been lied to
I now provide you with the closest thng to rap's bible
(If I should die before I awake) Oh lord
(I pray the lord my soul to take)
Fox...I gotta get my rhyme on
And everything I speak my mind on be word to Big
[VERSE 2]
The industry lately's been terrible
I swear the timing's impeccable
Labels is bringin' in thin revenue
I don't mean to toot my own horn bt damn, I'm incredible
See I gots to be...possibly
If not the best, yeah, fuck it the best MC
And I feel they testin' me now
I don't need Kelly or Beyonce to prove I'm Destiny's Child
Thin I'm losin' y'all, confusin' y'all
When I spit all I hear is "ooh's" and "aww's"
And I don't need doubt
See it's just me, Red, Gav, Curtains, Mello & Young Mouse
A small portion of a dyin' breed
It's Fox-5 slash I-N-E but still
So many years you been lied to
I now provide you with the closest thing to rap's bible
[CHORUS]
(Now I lay me down to sleep) Oh lord
(I pray the lord my soul to keep)
Yes, so may years you been lied to
I now provide you with the closest thing to rap's bible
(If I should die before I awake) Oh God
(I pray the lord my soul to take)
Fox...I gotta get my rhyme on
And everything I speak my mind on be word to Pac
[VERSE 3]
See, it's the streets that inspire me
This is my proof of what fire be
My songs will please the inquiry
My versatile personal flows written and shittin', it's like diaries
Never tired my job, I confide in God
And almost effortless simply defy the odds
With the best the placin'
Will I be able to succeed and lyrically exceed my expectations
If I gain some fame, I'll remain the same
It's so ill how one bitch changed the game
And I'mma do it a lot faster
I probly have to die before they realize I was the best rapper
Young Fox, I'm a spittin' beast
This rap game's a puzzle, I'm the missin' piece
But...so many years you been lied to
I now provide you with the closest thing to rap's bible
[CHORUS]
(Now I lay me down to sleep) Oh lord
(I pray the lord my soul to keep)
Yes, so may years you been lied to
I now provide you with the closest thing to rap's bible
(If I should die before I awake)Oh God
(I pray the lord my soul to take)
Fox...I gotta get my rhyme on
And everything I speak my mind on be word to Pac
Lord, this fever is so crazy, man
I mean...everything I speak my mind on be word to Pac, yes
Oh God
f/ Althea
* send corrections to the typist
[Male voice]
Fox Five
[Althea]
Ohhh yeahh, yeah, ooh
Yeahhh-yeah-yeah, ohhh, ohhhh
[Verse One: Foxy Brown]
From the cradle til' now, still Fox, just a little more mature
Seen it with my bare eyes, did it all before
Been through hell on earth
Playin' out my role I was given since birth, receptin' it well
Go hard at them critics, they expect me to fail
Work hard for my
[Intro]
(Nigga, uh)
Yeah, huh (nigga uh)
Why don't ya'll take a look into my life?
See what I see
(Nigga uh, nigga, nigga, nigga uh)
At the age of fourteen, introduce to coops
Learnin' how to seduce niggaz takin' they loot
Quickly, got involved with this money lifestyle
The finer things, all kinda things, power, money
Cars and diamond rings, and nice braids, flaunt it
The Gucci boots with the G's on it
A high price for this 'high price' life
While I'm on tour is my man cheatin' just for spite?
And if you only knew I hold my minks at nights with cheap
Or no other hands can hold me right
My girls ain't the same, guess it's cuz the fame
Bitches smile in my face and throw dirt on my name
Mad cuz I made it, now friends intimidated
Hate it that I'm in the same game as them
With mo' fame than them, they know who they are
This life is no joke, got us havin' to broke
You was my sister, who used to dream together
How we could make it real big, do our thing together
Huh, Thelma & Louise together, remember them days?
Them niggas we played? Now we don't even speak
Went our seperate ways, seperate lives
Lost friendship for pride, playin' the game
About to forfeit high price life, I can't afford it
Verse 1 [Foxy]:
Hip-hop...Brooklyn...Damn the rap game and change/ Everytime I turn around niggas spit niggas names/ 96 was when the love was real/ When Big came and took the whole Brooklyn to fame/ Straight off of St. James, lookin' all dapper don you threw a party and bullshit it was on/ B.I.G's spot would never be claimed/ 'Cause Ms. Wallace, Cease, and Roc be carryin' ya name/ And later on 96 when Hovi came and ain't no nigga was a key to his fame/ Introducin' a little Brooklyn girl by the name of Fox Brown/ About to shut this whole rap shit down/ And to the world we was Bonnie & Clyde and everything my nigga Jay said I'm ready to ride/ Then I became the sky rocket of fame and 2 million sales later bet I rode the same
(Chorus: echoed Notorious B.I.G sample & scratches)
Verse 2 [Foxy]:
Damn the rap game and change...Then Nas came and the Firm was born/ We snatched AZ, Omega, and our team was born/ I took 'em on Puff tour turn around Nas gone/ And the whole crew followed what a hard pill to swallow/ I had to thug it out and blow in the zone/ Rock 30-thousand on my motherfuckin' own/ But I couldn't break down I couldn't moan I got this Ill Na Na blood in my veins I spark alone/ 4 weeks later Puff ended it home at The Garden the show I came up on the throne/ See I can't believe my niggas left me alone/ And I don't buy that shit about Puff was treatin' me wrong/ How the fuck you tryin' to pull weight on this man tour/ At the time Puff 8-mil what the fuck you mad for?/ That's the problem with niggas see they worse than broads/ On a bitch to conceal their scars
(Chorus)
Verse 3 [Foxy]:
It's called the vapors soon as you stack some paper these cowards got the nerve to face ya/ They got the gull to page ya/ How the fuck you have a little soldier replace her with a doe-gier/ But like I told ya Fox is a trooper/ I walks straight past ya like I never fuckin' knew ya/ Listen man I'm the first bitch to sign to Def Jam/ How can't I be the best I'm from the best man/ 97 was the year Kim came with the best plan to go straight at a best friend/ I thought it was a cute little spar till I heard her on the Flex tape describin' my car/ Mo money mo problems kid I guess you never did expect me to blow this big/ I know my
[Pharell]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Repeat 10X]
Yeah (c'mon!)
[Verse One: Foxy]
Not too many chicks can rap to this
Spit sick the flow be so accurate
Ill Na Na and Def Jam is backin' it
Feel my words, I'm oh so passionate
They like to hear me talk greasy
Bitches stay shook in my presence, they walk easy
Acting all thirsty, hope they not irk me
Tits are still perky, skin is still hershy
Yes, I'm well known to flip fast
Yes, I still shop on Fifth Ave
We toured out, that's what we all bout
Kevin Lyor-ed out, Christian Dior-ed out
My shades are all Chanel-ed out and
The beat is straight Pharell-ed up and
My words are what explains my mind
I'm here, I'm back again, the game is mine
[Chorus: Pharell]
Yeah (c'mon!) - {*Repeat 16X*}
[Verse Two: Foxy]
FB, there ain't no equivalent
The flow is oh so belligerent
The hood love the style that I'm delivering
Fox is hip hop, they just can't rid of this
And all the pain and shit I went through
And all the foul niggas I been through
The world is mine, I'm back to grind
You know you the best when rap dudes go at you
But see my rep is so amazing
The streets, the hood are still craving
I still be rockin' in my Gucci
but switched it up to Emilio Pucci
I love it when hoes try to roll up
Cuz once they see Fox they fold up
And quickly switch they whole flow up
BK, I throw it up, feet stay, Manolo-ed up
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Foxy]
Huhh, the Bentley, H2, the Rover
I'm back, this rap game is over
From Nas, the Firm and Young Hova
Fox a young soldier, will cock a toaster
Young Fox, the new version of Roxanne
The streets talking like what's her next plan
Is she signed to Puff now or Def Jam
That go to show y'all niggas, I'm the best man
[Chorus] - repeat until fade
Uhh, I mean damn
Me and you forever hand in hand
I'm married to The Firm boo, you got ta understand (understand)
I'll die for em, gimme a chair and then I'll fry for em (fry for em)
And if I got ta take the stand, I'ma lie for em (lie for em)
It's me and you, hand in hand (forever)
I'm married to The Firm boo, you got ta understand (that be we)
I'll die for em, gimme a chair and then I'll fry for em (fry for em)
And if I got ta take the stand, I'ma lie for em (uhh, suga)
Whattup Firm we got these niggaz cornered, so maintain
I got the drugs here, a good amounts the bed behind the back stairs
Like twenty grams plus the caravan
I left the keys by the safe, erase the phone and flip the license plate
Got all the phone calls tapes, and all the weights and ice
to get the dough and the guns, and then we straight
He had the block locked he knew the spot block
On some real web shit to get your spot knocked by killer cops
Tryin to get your shit rocked, he don't know, cause all along
We was plottin to drop on the low, he straight snitch
He don't know how it go, he saw Nas in all the Lex
Then a triple GS, foreala, I kinda think he got a
feeling I'm squealing me and Tone was on the phone
Probably thinkin we dealin this bug, make sure Un got all the guns
His man Son had the whole mob of arsons
runnin through Parsons
I mean damn, me and you forever, hand in hand
I'm married to The Firm boo, you got ta understand
I'll die for him, gimme a chair and then I'll fry for em
And if I got ta take the stand, I'ma lie for em (lie for em)
It's me and you, hand in hand (hand in hand)
I'm married to The Firm boo, you got ta understand (forever we)
I'll die for him, gimme a chair and then I'll fry for em (Nas, AZ)
And if I got ta take the stand, I'ma lie for em
Check it peep the plot, so when I beep him y'all be creepin
Cormega know the spot, diminish him, 'Mega finish him
We power, the whole team shinin through like Ma rule
Worse come to worse we got shorties layin on forty-first
They want The Firm som'in awful, to tax som'in
The way we style have a nigga tryin to blast som'in
I guess the way we politic em probably got the niggaz
I know they layin like "Dunn, we got ta stick them niggaz"
In due time, they probably see the Apple sour
and once, we takin over, they'll realize The World is Ours
The faggot niggaz don't deserve bein CREAM
A bunch of snitches on the same team, tryin to reign supreme
Brooklyn Queens thing, we lionhearted never dear departed I mean
You're fuckin with Scarlett O'Hara
Desert em like Sahara, shit you never heard The Firm strictly murderous
Gun is out punana, The Firm's First Lady organizer
G'damn, me and you forever, hand in hand
I'm married to The Firm boo, you got ta understand
I'll die for em, gimme a chair and then I'll fry for em
And if I got ta take the stand, I'ma lie for em
It's me and you, hand in hand
I'm married to The Firm boo, you gots ta understand
I'll die for em, gimme a chair and then I'll fry for em
And if I got ta take the stand, I'ma lie for em
The General, soak time, my partner in crime, Nas and 'Mega
Gon' cry together, shit get real, we gon' die together
I'm like whatever for my team through the cheddah
through the CREAM we gonna stay together, it's Doe or Die
Through the slanted eyes, I organize family style
Lady Godiva, forever Firm Fox Boogie never lonely
We were wed in Holy Matrimony, whatever
Whichever, however, uhh, Firm style
I mean damn, mean and you forever, hand in hand
I'm married to The Firm boo, you got ta understand
I'll die for em, gimme a chair and then I'll fry for em
And if I got ta take the stand I'ma lie for em
It's me and you hand in hand
I'm married to The Firm boo, you gots ta understand
I'll die for em, gimme a chair and then I'll fry for em
And if I got ta take the stand I'ma lie for em
(repeat to fade)
Uhh, I mean damn
Me and you forever hand in hand
I'm married to The Firm boo, you got ta understand (understand)
I'll die for em, gimme a chair and then I'll fry for em (fry for em)
And if I got ta take the stand, I'ma lie for em (lie for em)
It's me and you, hand in hand (forever)
I'm married to The Firm boo, you got ta understand (that be we)
I'll die for em, gimme a chair and then I'll fry for em (fry for em)
And if I got ta take the stand, I'ma lie for em (uhh, suga)
Whattup Firm we got these niggaz cornered, so maintain
I got the drugs here, a good amounts the bed behind the back stairs
Like twenty grams plus the caravan
I left the keys by the safe, erase the phone and flip the license plate
Got all the phone calls tapes, and all the weights and ice
to get the dough and the guns, and then we straight
He had the block locked he knew the spot block
On some real web shit to get your spot knocked by killer cops
Tryin to get your shit rocked, he don't know, cause all along
We was plottin to drop on the low, he straight snitch
He don't know how it go, he saw Nas in all the Lex
Then a triple GS, foreala, I kinda think he got a
feeling I'm squealing me and Tone was on the phone
Probably thinkin we dealin this bug, make sure Un got all the guns
His man Son had the whole mob of arsons
runnin through Parsons
I mean damn, me and you forever, hand in hand
I'm married to The Firm boo, you got ta understand
I'll die for him, gimme a chair and then I'll fry for em
And if I got ta take the stand, I'ma lie for em (lie for em)
It's me and you, hand in hand (hand in hand)
I'm married to The Firm boo, you got ta understand (forever we)
I'll die for him, gimme a chair and then I'll fry for em (Nas, AZ)
And if I got ta take the stand, I'ma lie for em
Check it peep the plot, so when I beep him y'all be creepin
Cormega know the spot, diminish him, 'Mega finish him
We power, the whole team shinin through like Ma rule
Worse come to worse we got shorties layin on forty-first
They want The Firm som'in awful, to tax som'in
The way we style have a nigga tryin to blast som'in
I guess the way we politic em probably got the niggaz
I know they layin like "Dunn, we got ta stick them niggaz"
In due time, they probably see the Apple sour
and once, we takin over, they'll realize The World is Ours
The faggot niggaz don't deserve bein CREAM
A bunch of snitches on the same team, tryin to reign supreme
Brooklyn Queens thing, we lionhearted never dear departed I mean
You're fuckin with Scarlett O'Hara
Desert em like Sahara, shit you never heard The Firm strictly murderous
Gun is out punana, The Firm's First Lady organizer
G'damn, me and you forever, hand in hand
I'm married to The Firm boo, you got ta understand
I'll die for em, gimme a chair and then I'll fry for em
And if I got ta take the stand, I'ma lie for em
It's me and you, hand in hand
I'm married to The Firm boo, you gots ta understand
I'll die for em, gimme a chair and then I'll fry for em
And if I got ta take the stand, I'ma lie for em
The General, soak time, my partner in crime, Nas and 'Mega
Gon' cry together, shit get real, we gon' die together
I'm like whatever for my team through the cheddah
through the CREAM we gonna stay together, it's Doe or Die
Through the slanted eyes, I organize family style
Lady Godiva, forever Firm Fox Boogie never lonely
We were wed in Holy Matrimony, whatever
Whichever, however, uhh, Firm style
I mean damn, mean and you forever, hand in hand
I'm married to The Firm boo, you got ta understand
I'll die for em, gimme a chair and then I'll fry for em
And if I got ta take the stand I'ma lie for em
It's me and you hand in hand
I'm married to The Firm boo, you gots ta understand
I'll die for em, gimme a chair and then I'll fry for em
And if I got ta take the stand I'ma lie for em
(repeat to fade)
[Rich Nice]
The following previews have been approved for all audiences
by the Committee For Audiovisual Sound
*sounds of traffic*
On the mean streets of New York, everyone has a crew
Now the music industry has one of their very own
*music starts*
Violator Entertainment present
The most thrilling trio since Three the Hard Way
Yogi, Chaddeo, and the Mighty Hah
The Cru
[The Cru]
Uhh, uhh
Can you feel it?
Now once upon a time let's see if I remember
Back in January (nah chill it was December)
[Rich Nice]
Also coming...
In the Summer of '96 we saw Nas Escobar captivate an entire industry
Little did we know when he stepped through the door
The Firm he represented would be right behind him
[ FOXY ]
{I just need a...) Yo 7, this is Fever man! Yes, indeed!
This is another Ill Na Na production
Ill Na Na, Def Jam baby, all the way, yes!
From the streets of BK, to the streets of Long Beach, Compton
LA, Los Angeles, y'know, California {[whispers] Aurelius 7}
[Chorus: (Foxy Brown)]
I just need a, I just need a man
(Back up in New York City, the strong streets down in H-Town)
Strong and understands
(To the Windy City of Chicago, Chi Town)
All my life's demands, all my loving
(To the city of brotherly love, Philadelphia)
I just need a, not jealous of me
(Down in the Sunshine State, Miami)
Loves me for just me
(This is how we do it baby!)
Tellin' you the real is that I need a..
(C'mon, yeah, yes!)
I just need a..
[Verse One: Foxy Brown ]
Homie, look, what you sellin' I ain't buyin'
With dude I'm done, tell him I ain't cryin'
You'll see the proof when I drop my album
It's the past now, plus dawg I'm better without him
(I just need a....) dude that act right
If my life go dim, he can be my flashlight
Not the rebound dude who abused his last wife
A dude that ain't afraid to lose the mack life
and you don't got to question if he truly care
A little, dinner here, movie there
and he won't treat his wifey like his last whore, see
Is that too much to ask for?
But, I'm wiser now, I'm older now
and the truth is a need a man to hold me down
And by now most dudes know what Na Na Be Like
so this time when I'm doing it, I'm doin' it right, yes!
[Chorus: (Foxy Brown)]
I just need a, I just need a man (woo!)
Strong and understands (Ill Na Na baby)
All my life's demands, all my loving (yeah! yes!)
I just need a, not jealous of me (oh)
Loves me for just me
Tellin' you the real is that I need a..
I just need a..
[ BRAD ]
i just need a girl with a body like britney
smoke like whitney
face like jessica alba yah dig me
and she likes to get dirrty like chistina when she with me
i need a girl like that
ain't afraid to hold me down like that
i'm like need a real girl to cry me a river
maybe a white girl to buy me a river
come when i call, huggin me, kissin me
i'm in need of love boo, cupid keep missin me
a good girl is hard to find
like the perfect shoe, but i'll work with you.
i need a girl that will share my pain
whats mine is yours you can share my name
there are 2 things that are certain in this world
fox need a man bradly b need a girl whoa
[Chorus: M (Foxy Brown)]
I just need a, I just need a man (woo!)
Strong and understands (Ill Na Na baby)
All my life's demands, all my loving (yeah! yes!)
I just need a, not jealous of me (oh)
Loves me for just me
Tellin' you the real is that I need a..
I just need a..
[Verse Three: Foxy Brown ]
Built for the struggle and he, move with integrity
Can handle my celebrity
A dude that's in love with Inga, respect Fox
and put a blue stone on my finger
(I just need a...) and cry with me, if we fight, we fight
but if I'm right, if I'm wrong, I'm right
and, homie look, what you sellin' I ain't buyin'
With dude I'm done, tell him I ain't cryin'
[ BRAD ]
i know you know i be slingin you
fine but girl im hangin im tryin
to get through to you
and show you im true
girl im done with them
boo it's you i choose
bradly b need a girl for sure
i need a girl i can give them pearls to for sure boo
ha ha bradly b off the dome
and im wigga go home get explicit come on ha
[ FOXY ]
yo follow me to the crib
i'm strong now i used to be stressed poppin dem pills
he gone now so i got enough time to kill
i dont need his little money i'm knee deep in a mill now
yo tell it to him you lucky i aint found a fowl bone in his bestfriend
so just watch a girl come cock aka young fox im guna be on top
come on ladies throw yah hands up high
From the streets of BK, to the streets of Long Beach, Compton
LA, Los Angeles, y'know, California {[whispers] Aurelius 7}
[Chorus: M & (Foxy Brown)]
I just need a, I just need a man
(Back up in New York City, the strong streets down in H-Town)
Strong and understands
(To the Windy City of Chicago, Chi Town)
All my life's demands, all my loving
(To the city of brotherly love, Philadelphia)
I just need a, not jealous of me
(Down in the Sunshine State, Miami)
Loves me for just me
(This is how we do it baby!)
Tellin' you the real is that I need a..
(C'mon, yeah, yes!)
I just need a..
[Verse One: Foxy Brown (M)]
Homie, look, what you sellin' I ain't buyin'
With dude I'm done, tell him I ain't cryin'
You'll see the proof when I drop my album
It's the past now, plus dawg I'm better without him
(I just need a....) dude that act right
If my life go dim, he can be my flashlight
Not the rebound dude who abused his last wife
A dude that ain't afraid to lose the mack life
and you don't got to question if he truly care
A little, dinner here, movie there
and he won't treat his wifey like his last whore, see
Is that too much to ask for?
But, I'm wiser now, I'm older now
and the truth is a need a man to hold me down
And by now most dudes know what "Na Na Be Like"
so this time when I'm doing it, I'm doin' it right, yes!
[Chorus: M (Foxy Brown)]
I just need a, I just need a man (woo!)
Strong and understands (Ill Na Na baby)
All my life's demands, all my loving (yeah! yes!)
I just need a, not jealous of me (oh)
Loves me for just me
Tellin' you the real is that I need a..
I just need a..
[Verse Two: Foxy Brown (M)]
The dread straight jealous of mine
I put him on, you would think he would relish the time
But he didn't, kept fibbin' and kept his feelings hidden
Intimidated, slowly the love disintegrated
It's, (I just need a...) like I'm driving
making a wrong turn, woo
I need stability, something that's long term and
maybe a dude with no kids
But, he get deported I'm troopin' his whole bid now
(I just need a....) a dude that respect his moms
Ain't afraid of the marriage or pushin' our baby carriage, whoa
I come home and he runnin' my bath
Late nights, stressed out but he makin' me laugh and [laughter]
(I just need a....) a dude that my brothers approve
A thorough man by my side, if I win or I lose
But, if I'm cool or I'm spazzin', we still a team
dubbin' hard in the dancehall bashment
[Chorus: M]
I just need a, I just need a man
Strong and understands
All my life's demands, all my loving
I just need a, not jealous of me
Loves me for just me
Tellin' you the real is that I need a..
I just need a..
[Verse Three: Foxy Brown (M)]
Built for the struggle and he, move with integrity
Can handle my celebrity
A dude that's in love with Inga, respect Fox
and put a blue stone on my finger
(I just need a...) and cry with me, if we fight, we fight
but if I'm right, if I'm wrong, I'm right
and, homie look, what you sellin' I ain't buyin'
With dude I'm done, tell him I ain't cryin'
[Chorus: M (Foxy Brown)]
I just need a, I just need a man
(Now ladies throw ya hands up high)
Strong and understands
(And tell 'em niggas no longer we gon' cry)
All my life's demands
(And this a new year now)
All my loving
(Y'all don't have to fear now, cuz ya girl Fox here now)
I just need a, not jealous of me
(So throw ya hands up high)
Loves me for just me
(And tell these niggas no longer we gon' cry)
Tellin' you
(And this a new year now)
the real is that I need a
(Y'all don't have to fear now, cuz ya girl Fox here now, yes!)
I just need a..
[M (Foxy Brown)]
Lookin' for a thug oh baby, baby, baby (Yo 7, this is Fever man!)
I just need a..
I'm just lookin' for a thug oh baby, baby, baby
I just need a...
Uh, uh, come on
Uh, uh, nana
Niggaz!
Yeah, you know about the Na Na
Everything laced up
Cartier swimwear BBS blazed up
Bare shit, let me undress
Jump in my sheer shit
Anything see-through
(Mamma can I please you)
Baby boy, let me see
All of your cheese
After that, boo
I want the Ice Blue Bentley
And we can zoom up the Cancoon
In the villa room on all fours
Get up out them ice burg drawers
Come on
[Playa]:
I listened to the message
That you left on my phone
The key is in my heart
Can I enter in your home
Don't act like you don't (know)
It's time to prove it (It's yours)
The time is tickin' baby
But there's one thing I've got to know
Chorus:
I wanna know, if this is on
I gotta feel, if this is real
I wanna know, if this is really so
[Playa]:
The love that you're givin'
Is just blowin' my mind
The way that you are movin'
Girl I read between the lines
Are you ready (oohh)
Things are sweaty (oohh)
Oh just let me (oohh)
Love you all through the night, oh just
Take me, hold me, real tight
Ohh, all throught the night
Touch me (my baby)
Feel me (my baby)
Baby I promise that I'll make
Everything all right
(let me love you)
Chorus
[Foxy]:
Anything that be gliterin' ain't gold
Any bad bitch that you ran up in ain't old
17 with the mean thing try me
See me in the Coupe with my Phillopean mommys
If you say we could play slow
Get toed while the liquer flow
Crystial not Moe
Boo, after the show we could hit the telle-flow
Get your back blown out
In a black thai-hold baby
Take me, hold me, real tight
Ohh, all throught the night
Touch me (my baby)
Feel me (my baby)
Baby I promise that I'll make
Everything all right
(let me love you)
Chorus
Foxy Brown (Verse One):
So he played you right? Shot a little game and he blazed you right? Talkin' 'bout he was
gon' make you wife, then make you right. And the last thing you seen, was the car-break
lights. He fooled you girl. Na na is power, let me school you girl. Don't get up off it till he
move you girl. And let no plain dude rule your world, and screw you girl. I got 'em hatin' me.
When I throw it down, keep 'em chasin' me. Basically. And when they game a lot, bet I game
back, and make the cat think that I came a lot. And I changed the plot, when we was a
Jacob's, that chain was HOT! Is you on or what? Know you cop the broach, and double R,
and you got the notes, so I know you not broke.
Total & Foxy Brown (chorus):
I ain't rockin' with you. I can't rock with (you want some bull..) you no more.
How can I love you? Can't even trust you. I ain't rockin' with you.
I can't rock with (you want some bull..) you no more.
How can I love you? Can't even trust you..
Foxy Brown (Verse Two):
I got 'em mad at Fox. 'Fore I let any cat stab the box, I got to have some rocks, even then,
all I do is get they [.....] hot. Then I ask 'em, 'When's the last time you had some [....]?'
Put him right in his place, slow him right down, shake it right in his face, you like the waist?
By the way, baby boy, would you like a taste? Let me tell you what I need on those license
plates. Property of Mahogany Brown, standin' knock-kneed, on the balcony while you're
knockin' me down. Y'all wanna break me off without cakin' me off, then expect this chick to
be faithfully yours? The next dude coppin' me bags straight from DR, Prada shoes that's the
bomb, straight out of Milan. And I'm about that money, no need to pretend. Why don't you
holler at me when you ready to spend?
Chorus
Foxy Brown (Verse Three):
I got as much game as y'all, and bet I spit mines. Same as y'all. Same jewels, same cars.
Ain't like a chick ain't ballin' herself, can you give me more then I'm holdin' myself?
I ain't tryin' to trick on no [....], I ain't tryin' to have no cat layed up in my whip. Have the next
chick layed up in my six, gigglin, dizzy as [....]. I'm what a dude would love to have.
A chick with her own nice [....], nice [...], nice attitude, even though I might spaz. Even still
quite fast, you like the light half. 'Cause you know that I come out, ready to dumb out,
in house shoes, slippers, put it down for him. And I ain't gon' front, I'm about my ends so,
holler at me when you ready to spend.
Chorus
Bridge (Total):
I can't.. rock you.. no moooooooooooooore. I can't.. rock you.. no moooooooooooooore.
I can't.. rock you.. no moooooooooooooore. I can't.. rock you.. no moooooooooooooore.
Chorus until Fade
Uh, uh, come on
Uh, uh, nana
Niggaz!
Yeah, you know about the Na Na
Everything laced up
Cartier swimwear BBS blazed up
Bare shit, let me undress
Jump in my sheer shit
Anything see-through
(Mamma can I please you)
Baby boy, let me see
All of your cheese
After that, boo
I want the Ice Blue Bentley
And we can zoom up the Cancoon
In the villa room on all fours
Get up out them ice burg drawers
Come on
[Playa]:
I listened to the message
That you left on my phone
The key is in my heart
Can I enter in your home
Don't act like you don't (know)
It's time to prove it (It's yours)
The time is tickin' baby
But there's one thing I've got to know
Chorus:
I wanna know, if this is on
I gotta feel, if this is real
I wanna know, if this is really so
[Playa]:
The love that you're givin'
Is just blowin' my mind
The way that you are movin'
Girl I read between the lines
Are you ready (oohh)
Things are sweaty (oohh)
Oh just let me (oohh)
Love you all through the night, oh just
Take me, hold me, real tight
Ohh, all throught the night
Touch me (my baby)
Feel me (my baby)
Baby I promise that I'll make
Everything all right
(let me love you)
Chorus
[Foxy]:
Anything that be gliterin' ain't gold
Any bad bitch that you ran up in ain't old
17 with the mean thing try me
See me in the Coupe with my Phillopean mommys
If you say we could play slow
Get toed while the liquer flow
Crystial not Moe
Boo, after the show we could hit the telle-flow
Get your back blown out
In a black thai-hold baby
Take me, hold me, real tight
Ohh, all throught the night
Touch me (my baby)
Feel me (my baby)
Baby I promise that I'll make
Everything all right
(let me love you)
Chorus
You gonna make me fuck somebody else (I'm gonna fuck somebody)
If you keep on treating me the way you do
(you don't wanna do it, you don't wanna do it)
You gonna make me fuck somebody else
If you keep on treating me the way you do
(you don't wanna do it, you don't wanna do it)
Verse One: Foxy Brown
Most of these cats ain't got nothing for me, but if we talikng G's
That's a different story, now don't embarass yourself
Cause if you ain't pushin' what I'm tryin' to push next year
You talking for ya health, nigga rock on
Check where you come from, you now my stee dun
Run a G and leave 'em strung with they tongue hung, niggas is bold now
I puts the gold down, I ain't laughing
Cats be asking can they lick my hole now, feel free
Nigga eat me, treat me
Ya trick, pussy clit lickin'
No ass gettin' dick, first roles
Niggaz is my hoes, top my doe
Wanna lace me with some head after my show, bringin' dat
I'm the nasty bitch that I am, make 'em lick my pearl tongue
And you got to give my girls some, fuck a man
Bitch got the world in her hand, just on spite
Niggaz got to fuck me right
chorus:
Verse Two: Foxy Brown
Aye yo Fox quit the PP on niggaz that is ricky
Have them cats wining like Be-Be and Ce-Ce, Ill Na Na
Pussy hot like a sauna, have yo dick doin' flips in my teddy by Gabanna
Can yo baby's momma keep it wet like this, sex like this
Nigga this is the best it gets, been around the world twice
Gettin' more ice, bomb ass cock
Fuck a nigga all night, for you bitch kept the pussy tight
All night, nasty when I wanna
Pussy you make me wonder, any eye in me
Keep vibin' me, roll a nigga got the word that he coppin' threes
They call him Long Dick Steve, make the pussy steamy
Lips in the ass with his face thug cree, ya'll should've seen him
Nigga dick mad tiny, doin' tricks like a muthafuckin' genie
chorus:
Verse Thre: Foxy Brown
Now niggaz get a nut just to watch me strut, niggas tried knockin' me up
Locking me down, what clown copped me a truck
But I ain't need it, he passed me da blunts but I don't get weeded
Smoke the put bush, let him eat it
Let's him get high then his face in my thigh, while I'm in his ride
Fuck a nigga Todd, screamin' my name
Cum stains on the wood grain, had a good thang
But the truth is your loose lips mad me ruthless, now you sex what
Jerk it, it's for certain
Had him spend up, had him bent up
Got the next nigga none in ya Benz truck
Ain't nothing wrong with a good dick, fuck a trick
Suck a dick, let no trick
Nigga pass up, fuck the last nut
Get a ass up uhh the next what, can a nigga do
But fuck you and ya crew with down ass hoes
chorus:
You gonna make me fuck somebody (you gonna make fuck somebody)
You gonna make me fuck somebody (if you keep fucking up the way you do)
You gonna make me fuck somebody (ohh fuck somebody)
You gonna make me fuck somebody (you're gonna make me fuck somebody)
Verse One: Nas Escobar, AZ the Vizuliza
As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be in the Firm
I can remember when I first met Sosa, it was a glorious time
There were wise guys everywhere, we were around
Twenty one, twenty two at the time
Yeah every place we go, every party
People would stop and stare when we walked in
We would give the doorman a hundred dollars just for opening the door
Sosa would give the bartender two hundred dollars just for keeping
The ice cold, yeah we were legends and we still are
Two hundred fallen angels, we balling from every angle
Heavy bag gold, panamania changed angle
Let's tangle, tabernacles
Ill lukiens coming at you, fuck Parus
A billion years B.C., originally black Jews
Cashsews honey now roasted, let's kill the colprate
He owe us shit, toe toe toe with that four four bit
Fuck the hoe shit, mercury back tax ?birth? for me
Personally I existed when Earth was in need, indeed
Human lifeform transformed from light storms, poltrons
Electrons nuetrons, iced long
Nights long, repltilaians I'll see ya'll in the next millenium
What world are we really in, amphibians moved to the Carribean
Underwater force, placed under the court of law
Usually sport Warlaw, my mind stay core raw
Fill of ambiants, love fine carats and cars that launch
Nonchalaunt, usually there are Jimmies up in the palms
Play low style, Guteians change my whole profile
Left the dope pile, bet the guard be around for awhile
Firm Islamic, hit the croner of the Earth just like a comet
Verse Two: AZ the Vizuliza, Nas Escobar
See I like Esco, he knew everybody and everybody knew him
He was the type of guy who routed for the bad guys in the movies
But hey
Die for this Firm, live for this Firm
Niggas learn, never should come before your fam
From ki's to ported grams, these are corners in the blue van
E's upon on us, cause of warrants
While we smoke hash cheese enormous, stack cheese
Travel the world like Taurus, went half with Sosa for four bricks
Down in Camdon, we handlin' to D.C.
Chips on fights with China White's by they tight PP
Wanting PC but all they get is good dick or four clips
For loose lips, by the jungle flise
Suck the pearl tongue juices, off you fly misses
Take her out to the Spark's stakehouse, gentelmen style
Coincidental, family's here
Meet fem fatale, French connection
Persian wet don, let's get this "F" on
The Ebony queen, Fox you grab my left arm
Dre made a QB the conton, BK and so on
Family strong ???? Nature, make sure we all get this millionaire's paper
What a sweet site for sour eyes, may we rise
Hope for now on we never cross sides
Veres Three: Foxy Brown
You know what, most hoes would have left these cats a long time ago
I mean if your man gave you a gun to hide, what would ya'll hoes do?
But you know, the shit kinda turned me on
Black Madonna, hoes kill for they popals
Never seen a bitch like this, queen misses
Rock BDS's on the left wrists, trick check this
Respect this, Firm's niggas lie knee deep in this bitch
Wanna need bitch and have my pussy bleed, swear for 'em
Fuck and take the chair for 'em, whoever dare cross us
The thoughts that thoughts across a bitch's minds, pops the nine
Leave 'em resting in peices, while my thorough bitches peep this
Death before decid-a, screw me on the dick-a
Lace me in Gabanna, peep dat
Think I'm flippin' on these three cats,
Set yo clown ass right up with my down ass
Bitch to hold the cash and G's, stash the guns for 'em
And the icedy E Berkee, breathe the the sun for 'em
Long dick style, swallow the enemies cum for 'em
Pretty ass hoe, bitches fuck 'em and I dumb on 'em
When Nas pop the Crist, Fox cops the fifth
Make my doe up for OZ's, now hoes that's real uhhh
Verse One: AZ the Visualiza
The six ease out CD laced digital readout
No doubt cop glocks from the dred fuck the weedhouse
Yo elegance hate females with no intelligence
Embezzelment got big boys behind the metal fence
Merrill Lynch it's your life Crist alright
Vince on ice sex chicks all types
General status smootheness mixed with malice
Trips to Dallas built a pool in my palace
Who want what from more moneys I want a cut
Extortin start from the corner step on us up
Sixty inch screen laserdisc with the beam
It's my life i'm holding the dice don't intervene
I send a team to smash out your whole plans
No cold hands liquid or hunger to hold grands
From state bids to large cats who lace cribs
It's Firm Biz, y'all know what time it is
Chorus: Dawn Robinson
I'm talking Firm Biz to you baby (Firm Firm Biz)
Talking bout the Firm, that is (Firm Firm Biz)
I'm talking Firm Biz to you baby (Firm Firm Biz)
Talking bout the Firm, that is that is
That is that is Firm Biz!
Verse Two: Nas Escobar
Peep the stee, creepin with AZ
B-12's crazy I ball with the firm's first lady
I brawl with those who hate me
Make me spray I all; hoping for the day I fall
Never that though Black 4 4's for fedz
Like Donnie Brascoe so peep the cappos
Who mack most splash it up with lactose
Pretty thug style, I blow you out slug style
Bent in the Caddy Coupe me and daddy duke
He schooled me on how to stand on my own two
He said son it's all kinda shit you gon' go through
Either you gon' make it or you gon' fall too
Now we headline tours remember me I told you that the world was yours
Married to the Firm laws
Esco bless flows y'all know me
Laced in the Sony Firm be the hottest click to blow G
Chorus
Verse Three: Foxy Brown
My pops uesd to warn me never fall victim to the horny
Keep the pussy tight stay that bitch
If i'm gon' fuck lay that dick
Tony get him for his chips and pray he push a six
Now I got game to make the thuggish niggas scream my name
Hope the panties drop only if I cop
The baby blue drop gotta keep my wrist iced
The baddest bitch yeah the sex is alright
Lace 'em all night going to the crib
Jumping out the range in the iceberg tights
Yeah I know about the five and its one shut eye
360 wave spinning cat thinkin he Nas
From now 'til the day we shinin keep my diamond
Esco with me in the E reclining top dogs
The illest duo since the Boss name was Hugo
AZ Firm trio stay on the lee low
(Chorus with modifications)
Pretty boy:
Trackmasters
A yo you see that a major, tellin my flavor
All types of paper, I’m doin you a favor
So blaze the trees, come on baby please
Yo to lay with these girls pay the fees
Cause I stay in these, coop rabie bees
Jitty to the fifty, to the acg’s
And when I’m lazy b
Let the ac breeze, explain to my dames how the gamin be
So what you trippin about, in the club I be kickin em’ out
I get em home then I’m twistin them out
If I still keep it real I be friskin them out, with my dick in they mouth
Then I’m kickin them out
Cause you miss the quote, cause even if this kid was broke
On you I wouldn’t trick to know
Have me high at first like I sniff some coke
But now you gotta go don’t forget your coat
Chrous(nas):
We are the firm all stars
Fuckin your bitch we don’t care who you are
We don’t need no introduction, our music steady bumpin
From the crib to the club to your cars
Come fuck with us
Pretty boy:
If you know about us throw your hands in the air
From teaxes to newyork to monclair
This be the knock from flatbush to little rock
Even new orleans be bout it bout it
It’s hot
Foxy brown:
Uhhhhhhhhh
I gets 7:30 for the door daddy
Ain’t know thing, y’all know about the rings huh
Here you vibe and you balls with the big cat
Anything you tryin ta bring, been there done that
See the paper stack
I’m not a hater dog
Ya’ll still crusin lands, I’m navagatin dog
Brooklyn tone
Baby girl flawsed night and left and baget stones in a james bomd crome
See this pretty face, but you wanna stick it
If it’s broke nigga we can let tido fix it
I can’t stop, I won’t stop
Pretty boy:
Everything hot, first week out hit the top
Pretty boy relentless, cop the coop thats expensive
For instanse we rollin in fleets in ten to sixes
We smoke phiphers with a dime chick pullin all nighters
P be mr. macoroni
The world slick lies and pretty tony
If you never new know you know me
Thats why they wanna blow me
We eat caviar, shine like a movie star
Firm click real thick, nas tell em’ who we are
Chorus(2x)
[DMX]
Uhhhh, uhhhhhh
Let's do it, we're startin'
Uh, come on boogie boogie, uh, uh
Lets do it, let's do it, DMX, come on
I been playin' bitches all my life, from that hoe to my wife
You think I give a fuck, like you don't know I'm livin' trife
Strife and struggle, bitches with pussy on the juggle
Little shorty named Tomika from 25th who can smuggle
Cheese to that Columbian Connection
From that cross-the-water section
Baby nine-seventeen, try for protection
Injection of that shit I'm kickin'
Got you stickin' niggas you got love for
Bring 'em up, touch 'em with the buzz saw
Bitches slingin' rocks, swingin' glocks, bringin' knocks
Holdin' down the fort even when it's steamin' hot
Money's being got but honeys actin' shady
So I hit it with 5 between the 380's
Can't fox a 300 Mercedes
Time like this bring out the savage and shit
Bitches ain't keepin' it real, so I'm damagin' shit
I'm on that scavenger shit, and I'm hungry
Fox with the Dog, it's about to get ugly, for real
Aiyyo
[Both]
1 - Ya bitches suck a dick
(Ya'll niggaz eat a clit)
Yeah, you think you fuckin' slick
(Ya'll niggaz ain't shit)
Ya bitches suck a dick
(Ya'll niggaz want this bitch)
You think you fuckin' slick?
Ya bitches suck a dick
(Ya'll niggaz eat a clit)
You think you fuckin' slick
(Ya'll niggaz ain't shit)
Ya bitches suck a dick
(Ya'll niggaz want this bitch)
You think you fuckin' slick?
[Foxy Brown]
Nigga fuck you, eat a fat one
Doe, I stack dumb pussy, platinum and lace
Ain't no smile on my face
Shit, burner by the waist
Fuck him right to the safe and tell him
Crack the bitch before I blast this bitch
Ya'll know Na-Na come through
Dime-chicks, iced up, minked out, rolly 6, light grey chrome 6
Go to ask, wanna fuck? Then throw the cash right
E’ery bitch needs some dick in they life, Nigga
Make ‘em cop you a drop or just cop you some rocks
Take it all from his dumb-ass, slide on his bum-ass
I want some shit and I'm hungry, Dog with the Fox
It's about to get ugly
Repeat hook 2x's
[nas escobar]
You ever dance with the devil under the pale moonlight?
Desperados, travellin
What the fuck’s up son?
We could do this word up, we could do this
Chrous: the firm
Spend too many nights on the henny gettin right
Breakin big face bennies, bettin against the friendly dice
I can’t call it, it’s goin too good to spoil it
Tell it like it is, the raw shit never recorded
(repeat 2x)
[canibus]
At a thousand degree celsius I make mc’s melt
Fuck my record label I appear courtesy of myself
Let me explain how I maintain thresholds to pain
I walk across the sun barefoot lookin for shade
I rearrange your rib cage like a twelve gauge at close range
And change the position of your brain
My hard raps penetrate through your hardhats and all that
Nigga, get ya wig peeled back
I scalp you like the indians on horseback
Running bull will hit you harder than runningback
Stunning man with brave and cunning rap
Swiftly running laps around 48 tracks
Like uncut crack you fiends keep coming back
Heads is flippin like acrobats on gym mats
From wax to analog tapes to digital dat’s
It’s critical black, that canibus is ill like that
In fact perhaps you should quit rap, instead of always
Tryin to diss back, cause niggaz keep tellin you that your shit’s wack
I rip raps, hardcore raps rushin you to the floor mat
Put you in the figure four, break your thorax
Jump off the top turnbuckle and land on your back
Til I hear it snap or crackle, the ref says chill black
You get clapped bringin the wrong raps to combat
Like bringin a paint gun to a shoot out with real gats
Y’all niggaz is wack, rappin over microphone feedback
My intelligence begins where yours peaks at
From fox boogie in the see-through brasierre, to nasty nas here
My nigga nature’ll explain it further if it’s not clear
[nas and foxy brown]
Millionaire look at the sky make sure it’s still there
Ice grill stares and my jewelry is in every year
Pierre cardan back in a dapper dan time
Now flex, angle wrecks, foxy rock van klein
[nas escobar]
Initiated to the firm shit, real thugs learn quick
Sit back and feel the ultimate hit
Initiated to the firm shit, real thugs learn quick
Sit back and feel the ultimate hit
[az the visualiza]
Yo lock in, do the knowledge, follow the doctrine
We clockin, on your airwaves, keepin it rockin
Blaze up, make fire, light your purple haze up
Betcha tired, bitch ass niggaz need to be caged up
So raise up fuck the playin, I’m sick of layin
I can picture sprayin off an sk, shells ricochetin
Snatched up, in supreme court, eyes half shut
Co-defendant caught a life sentence, seem him crack up
React what, who will, bail two mill’
Nigga cool still bet I’ll be home before the news will
Blast fuse and leave purple frank matthews
Perhaps you confuse the concept black, cash rules
Incog-ged, another had more deez involved
Known freeze condo seize seven keys dissolved
Daily routine, speakin up for niggaz who sling
Hand to hand on them street corners claimin you king
It’s time to lock this, join with us, let your glock spit
Guzzle the toxic, only fake niggaz drop snitch
Get your guns out, it don’t take much for me to dumb out
Play one route, lay ya shit down and run south
[nature]
Here’s the cause of this shit, more statistics
Deeper than the laws of physics, malibu sand ,the gorgeous bitches
Weed from 1-2-5, my whole crew live
A true desperado, one that never choose sides
And show sympathy, just qb, an entity
Stock exchange, top of the game, watch you mention me
Image is nothin just obey your thirst
I blaze the purple haze, sit in a daze, then display your birth
For those concerned or just eager to learn
I speak for the firm, was told to keep the cheeba to burn
Stashin my riches, past traditions, like olympics
Pass the torch flip shit so y’all could picture my thoughts, I’m driftin
It’s type ill wakin up lookin like filth
Twenty years younger same hunger same ice grill
Genetically form grade a pedigree
Born to carve rhymes, a swift tongue helped to set it free
Theoretically peep how we bless this, young and restless
Guns and westins, learnin to connect through lessons
From cool feats to camps, niggaz shoot back
It’s a proven fact, nine-seven’s mine, y’all niggaz move back
Chorus
Foxy Brown:
Yo, it's the cruel summer, cruel stool in the hummer
With the visor twist back its the #1 stunner
Back on the block with some shit that the cops had banned
I cease niggas like the Taliban
16 in. starelords in the Nautica van, with a fresh pair of filas
and the dappour Dan and gettin' fancy in the shallor from Delancy
and only real New Yorkers will understand me
Wit a good Mavado and a crisp pair of lotto
Now my niggas up in omm at the bar holdin' bottles
It's not for real, wit other niggas followin'
Bet they try to see us, but they never gonne be us now,
The love is gone and the foolin' is done
And if they ain't about they money, bet them niggas gettin oned and,
Take big poppa back to the slums
Ain't nothin' far, show yu how to do this Hun....
Chorus:
(Cruel) cruel summer
Leaving me here on my own, it's a cruel
(It's a cruel) cruel summer
Now your gone
Foxy Brown:
Uh...oh, here comes Foxx again
And we knockin' bitches out the box again
Got the rap game all locked again
Like the Ill Nana days, I'm still not afraid
Dropped Chyna Doll, which y'all happened to love
Then, Broken Silence put me back in the club
Then I gave it some time, now i'm the one to come up
Catch, The Fever this summer, i'm 'bout to run the summer
Every rotation, every rotation 3,000 spins we about to win
It's gonna be more hits, we'll see more stat
A little, Dior this and Dior that
They like, Foxx stay stylin' like she all that
I never worry, I styles in Behrberry now
Usually i'm on some grimmy shit, but,...
Let's take it bak to summer 96', come on...
Chorus:
(Cruel) cruel summer
Leaving me here on my own, it's a cruel
(It's a cruel) cruel summer
Now your gone
Foxy Brown:
(They like Foxx, OK)
And now they tellin me,
Whoa lil' mama, let me holla at you
We could keep this on the low lil' mama
Now look hommie i'm out of your budget
And, supportin' Foxx is not in your budget,
Plus, Anything I want, ain't hard to have
Soon as I drop a joint, people startin' to BLAB
Talk about they seen me trying to park the Naaav
I don't even drive, I give them Cars to Gav, now....
(Cruel) cruel summer
Leaving me here on my own, it's a cruel
(It's a cruel) cruel summer
Now your gone....
Chyna White.. uh.. Chyna White uh.
Y'all know me right?
I'm that same bitch y'all niggas want for half price
Same bitch y'all niggas be blamin' all y'all problems on
I'm the reason why half y'all niggas
Can't even go in your moms' crib no more
Uh.. I'm the type of bitch leave a nigga nose stiff
And get his hoes hit, make his toes shift
Tell the mans and them, look, y'all ain't have shit
'Til y'all motherfuckers switch and smoke this shit
The reason Mike fucked around and moped his bitch
In his jones, little son Troy is loc-ed and shit
I ain't the cause of niggas with knives that tote this shit
It's when they spit cuz niggas came up real short with they shit
And I'm on a nigga like novicane, straight to the brain
Shoot it up and get both his nose and toes at the same
Nigga's gave me nickname, Chyna, last name White
Guaranteed to have your ass open first night
Bad bitch, slanted eyes, powdered with white
Somethin' special, not your average baddest little thing in sight
I know this dude Ritz that fucked with a bitch
Get you right, matter of fact, dude could get her half price
No shit, she got a crew that ain't nothin nice, dime shit
Had y'all motherfuckers believin' that y'all can fly and shit
Matter fact Mel, used to fuck a girl Trish gal
Unique hit little E and bomb bags heroin
Now they assed out, in the hood massed out
Gave a rex and Tim's fucked up with they gats out
Wit no love
Ill Nana, Ill Nana, I need ten dollars, Ill Nana
Baby I can't give you no more money
What you mean you can't give me no money?
Man, boy, where's my TV?
Nana, I smoked the TV
Uh, no love, changed a few thugs, new drugs
Niggas started stashin' things on Mother Gasten
Hottest shit to hit the streets, divide peeps
Divide crew love, fuck trees, now it's OZ's
Small leaks and niggas with false leads and nosebleeds
Vein popped, pop shells and close sales
Bitches, they nose frail, got the word that coke sale
Uh, flip it once you can match a nigga bail
Uh, flip it twice you officially on
Had the richest niggas fucked up, kissin' your thong
Mystery's on
Uh, flip it three times, you straight, crib on a lake
Cristal and cheese cake, cock sucker d shake, niggas flake
Huh, flip it once more, you're leary, huh
Feds in your ass, skid money don't make money
What happened to get money? The bitches, the cars and brick money
The spot on Bain Bridge
Y'all niggas ain't claimin' shit now, huh
Y'all know me now, fucked up in the game
No love, no love.
[ FOXY ]
{I just need a...) Yo 7, this is Fever man! Yes, indeed!
This is another Ill Na Na production
Ill Na Na, Def Jam baby, all the way, yes!
From the streets of BK, to the streets of Long Beach, Compton
LA, Los Angeles, y'know, California {[whispers] Aurelius 7}
[Chorus: (Foxy Brown)]
I just need a, I just need a man
(Back up in New York City, the strong streets down in H-Town)
Strong and understands
(To the Windy City of Chicago, Chi Town)
All my life's demands, all my loving
(To the city of brotherly love, Philadelphia)
I just need a, not jealous of me
(Down in the Sunshine State, Miami)
Loves me for just me
(This is how we do it baby!)
Tellin' you the real is that I need a..
(C'mon, yeah, yes!)
I just need a..
[Verse One: Foxy Brown ]
Homie, look, what you sellin' I ain't buyin'
With dude I'm done, tell him I ain't cryin'
You'll see the proof when I drop my album
It's the past now, plus dawg I'm better without him
(I just need a....) dude that act right
If my life go dim, he can be my flashlight
Not the rebound dude who abused his last wife
A dude that ain't afraid to lose the mack life
and you don't got to question if he truly care
A little, dinner here, movie there
and he won't treat his wifey like his last whore, see
Is that too much to ask for?
But, I'm wiser now, I'm older now
and the truth is a need a man to hold me down
And by now most dudes know what "Na Na Be Like"
so this time when I'm doing it, I'm doin' it right, yes!
[Chorus: (Foxy Brown)]
I just need a, I just need a man (woo!)
Strong and understands (Ill Na Na baby)
All my life's demands, all my loving (yeah! yes!)
I just need a, not jealous of me (oh)
Loves me for just me
Tellin' you the real is that I need a..
I just need a..
[ BRAD ]
i just need a girl with a body like britney
smoke like whitney
face like jessica alba yah dig me
and she likes to get dirrty like chistina when she with me
i need a girl like that
ain't afraid to hold me down like that
i'm like need a real girl to cry me a river
maybe a white girl to buy me a river
come when i call, huggin me, kissin me
i'm in need of love boo, cupid keep missin me
a good girl is hard to find
like the perfect shoe, but i'll work with you.
i need a girl that will share my pain
whats mine is yours you can share my name
there are 2 things that are certain in this world
fox need a man bradly b need a girl whoa
[Chorus: M (Foxy Brown)]
I just need a, I just need a man (woo!)
Strong and understands (Ill Na Na baby)
All my life's demands, all my loving (yeah! yes!)
I just need a, not jealous of me (oh)
Loves me for just me
Tellin' you the real is that I need a..
I just need a..
[Verse Three: Foxy Brown ]
Built for the struggle and he, move with integrity
Can handle my celebrity
A dude that's in love with Inga, respect Fox
and put a blue stone on my finger
(I just need a...) and cry with me, if we fight, we fight
but if I'm right, if I'm wrong, I'm right
and, homie look, what you sellin' I ain't buyin'
With dude I'm done, tell him I ain't cryin'
[ BRAD ]
i know you know i be slingin you
fine but girl im hangin im tryin
to get through to you
and show you im true
girl im done with them
boo it's you i choose
bradly b need a girl for sure
i need a girl i can give them pearls to for sure boo
ha ha bradly b off the dome
and im wigga go home get explicit come on ha
[ FOXY ]
yo follow me to the crib
i'm strong now i used to be stressed poppin dem pills
he gone now so i got enough time to kill
i dont need his little money i'm knee deep in a mill now
yo tell it to him you lucky i aint found a fowl bone in his bestfriend
so just watch a girl come cock aka young fox im guna be on top
come on ladies throw yah hands up high
* send corrections to the typist
(-Hook-)
Guiding, a dream
It's where, we always meet
I'm guiding, a dream
It's where, we alway meet
(-Verse One-)
Got dreams of ending this bitch, My life is miserable
Make me end this shit, find my ass in critical
No, My nightmares come frequent like they rituals
But my words come swift, divine like the Pennicle
See, that's why I rock my shades, so when I cry
And my eyes are red, I can still hide my pain
Then I step on stage and, crowd is in a rage and
I make the first page and, my mission's complete
But when I step off of stage, it's back to reality
Problems still the same, and life's a fuckin' tragedy
Thoughts still the same and, I still dream of dying and
Taking some hard shit, to make me feel I'm flying and
Wish I was told I was carried as low
In this cold fuckin' world, I wanna fuckin' explode
Guess it's time for me to depart, know it sounds strange
But I served my purpose, and I made my mark
Cause...
(-Repeat Hook-)
(-Verse Two-)
As long as the streets know it's a classic
Fluck all y'all envious bastards
I'm thorough when I'm, reppin' my borough nigga
Know tell me who could fuck wit', y'all put y'all money it
I make examples out of bitches, y'all don't really want it
Since Ill Na Na, I've been going through drama
And I get on my knees
And I thank, God for my momma
Since a youngin I been knowin', I be forever flowin'
Back in the lab biatch, back in my zone
No, thou shall not fuck with F to the Izz O
Bullshit aside, I got y'all rappers by a lanslide
Pardon me, I'm not your average, I'm a savage
When it come to this game, I'm as ill as my name
So Gav and Ant brought me back, I was sick of this rap
Sick of the fame, sick of niggas hauling my name
No, I cant quit
I'm as real as they get
Yes, back on the scene
Still reps no press
Cause...
(-Repeat Hook-)
(-Verse 3-)
Death before dishonor
Born alone, die alone
My crew think I'm 7, bought a plane so I could fly alone
No security, got the nine through the stallion
Run through Louie, when I wanna get my style on
Body something, get the chair and I'll fry alone
The skylarking, six be moonwalking
No, who keeps a floss game like Fox and Pretty
In Kennedy with twenty Louie's like Akeim and Simmi
No, nobody grinning, don't take it as rude
I was a little too gangsta for the Moulin Rouge
Cause...
(-Repeat Hook Until End-)
f/ Dru Hill
[Fox] Ahh, Trackmasters
My boo
[Dru] Dru Hill, Foxy
[Fox] Right
[Dru] Ill na na na, Na Na
[Fox] Na Na, uhh, that's the shit
Verse One: Foxy Brown
Playa haters ery minute wanna stop my dough (uh-huh)
And every other minute wanna rock my flow (you know)
And every third minute, y'all wanna swerve in it
Come quick like a virgin in it... aowwww!
So far, came through this year with no bra
Sheer shirt, shakin my Na Na, this head hurt
Got em strung, let em know I'm like a Icee
for the best effect you got to use your tongue
Find my G-Spot get me hot I'm ill
Foxy, chocolate baby, Got Milk?
Shake that ass like you just don't care
Cause y'all just rookies of the year, what?
Work niggaz, like you one of the live niggaz
Fly niggaz, known to handle a pie nigga
Chick in the, off-white pearl six
on the cellular, gettin them open like Girl 6
It's on
Chorus: Dru Hill (with variations)
She's a bad mamma jamma
Just as Foxy as can be (as Foxy as can be)
Heyyy, she's a bad mamma jamma
Just as Foxy as can be (as Foxy as she can be)
Verse Two: Foxy Brown
Player haters ery minute wanna see your clothes (uh-huh)
Then every other minute wanna know what you drove (uhhh)
Then every third minute, wanna know if the fur's rented
That's why I got no time for hoes
It's the Brown Fox, surround blocks, sound nice
See me dressed, D-B-S, Brown rocks
See me just, play the low pro
Got these rap chicks in a chokehold, biotch!
Basically, you're wastin your time hatin me
I'm like one point five, got to make it three
My name will forever ring
Got em screamin "Damn Fox!" on erything, hell yeah
for the paper rip a hot draft
Only for the right dough shorty got that? Still in here
I'll be down when you're goin broke, Ill Na Na
Master Tracks like Tone and Poke, and it's on
Chorus
Verse Three: Foxy Brown
Playa haters ery minute wanna shit on wax (uh-huh)
Then every other minute talk behind your back (uh-huh)
Then every third minute wanna rock you Venice and Bourbon
Nah I ain't got time for dat... that's why
I fakes no jacks, I got chips to gain
I'm like Bo Jack baby, I'm hip to the game
I know it well, rock Prada over Chanel
A H-Class hoe with the H. Findel
Rhyme deep in footwear, via Spiga
Like Aaliyah, One in a Million
There's MC's in this rap shit comin in illin
like I did, laid the groundwork for five hits
Member when I told y'all first week out
Shipped a half a mil, niggaz freaked out
Love yourself, put no one above thee
Cause ain't nobody gon' fuck me like me, it's on
Chorus 2X
[Dru Hill sings a bunch of na na na's and YAHOO!'s]
Phone rings.
Foxy - Hello?
Phone goes dead.
Phone rings again.
Foxy - Hello?
Girl - (whispering) Bitch
Foxy - Ey yo, who is this?
Girl - Yo, this is f*ckin' Baby Mother, put yo man on the phone
Foxy - What?
Girl - Bitch, you heard me, this is f*ckin' Baby Mother!
Foxy - Y'all groupies, what do y'all do? Y'all just get together and plot sh*t
like this at 4:00am in the morning?
Girl - Yo, you f*ck on it cuz your a f*ckin' rapper, bitch, put my f*ckin' Baby
Father on the phone!
Foxy - Look, its 4:00am in the morning, why don't you just go wash your butt or
something
Girl - What?! bitch wait'll I see you crawl up yo bitch ass, ima whoop dat ass,
you mink wearin' bitch, so what you'd rather see a 600 when you know i'll take
up all yo ice!
Foxy - You sound like a lil' ass girl. Look bitch, we don't know your bum ass
and a nigga aint claiming nothin that i have. nice try, bitch.
Hangs up.
(feat. Jimmy Hendri[Chorus: Jimmy Hendrix]
Foxy Lady!
Here I come Baby
Coming to Getcha!
Foxy
Foxy
Foxy Lady!
Foxy
[Verse 1: Foxy Brown]
Allow me to reintroduce myself
My name is F O X to the X Y
Luela Barton through the stuy in the X5
Lets begin y'all rest again
Fox set the trend y'all, hoes just begin
I'm from BK
W h o?
The Bk
W h a t?
Each day strolled Wit the eve same day
Strut I charters'm all It's the Art of War
What you think I fucks wit S dot Carter for
WOW!
Word to BIG I've been on the coast of France
In Flip-flops doing Egyptian dance
DOUTY!
Its like I'm ROXANNE reenacted
I'm back on my deem, the game is remastered!
Babebro I'm a NINE year veteran, y'all got a
Problem I'm picking up the pen again, bredrin
Till the casket drops, I'm in Flatbush LOW
In a glass top! YEH!
[Chorus: Foxy Brown &J; immy Hendrix]
It's the Art of War
What you think I fucks wit S dot Carter for
Foxy!
I'm a NINE year veteran, y'all got a
Problem I'm picking up the pen again
Foxy!
It's the Art of War
What you think I fucks wit S dot Carter for
Foxy!
I'm a NINE year veteran, y'all got a
Problem I'm picking up the pen again
[Verse 2: Foxy Brown]
I got BedStuy wit me Aaliyah, Left-Eye wit me
PAC and BIG what's Fuckin Wit the Kid?
Told y'all motherfuckers I be back and I did
With the nina pon cocked!
Murdering them blood clot!
Yeah I'm fronting but y'all motherfuckers love it though
Bredring let me work it to you slow
Throwbacks to throw back I'm mean niggaz really though
Get you a Ryan King button up bucket low
Jay got y'all niggaz dressing up for real, got every young
Hood nigga looking like for real
Ain't no telling what the Fox will do?
I'm in the Phantom stunting something like a Rasta do
FUCK Gulliani! I'm right here in Chiprianni
With the shottyboy aiming at y'all battyboys
Mommy's home and I got the FOURTY AUTOMATIC CHROME
For all the chatty chatty y'all been doing!
[Chorus x2: Foxy Brown & Jimmy Hendrix]
[Verse 3: Foxy Brown]
Aiyyo! NINE straight years critics might not
Admit it but no bitch in rap did it quite like FOX
Did it, and it's before I wore it, I did it so Lovely
I got tiered of it I don't ware it no more
And that goes from everything from the
Christian Dior to Christon Luibiton
They got a problem Shawn
Fours years gone I'm stil holding the belt
Ain't got to tell you I'm the best
Homie ain't nothing else
Holla!
[Chorus x4: Foxy Brown & Jimmy Hendrix]
Foxy
Foxy
Foxy Lady!
Foxy
Foxy Lady!
Here I come Baby!
Uhh, I mean damn
Me and you forever hand in hand
I'm married to The Firm boo, you got ta understand (understand)
I'll die for em, gimme a chair and then I'll fry for em (fry for em)
And if I got ta take the stand, I'ma lie for em (lie for em)
It's me and you, hand in hand (forever)
I'm married to The Firm boo, you got ta understand (that be we)
I'll die for em, gimme a chair and then I'll fry for em (fry for em)
And if I got ta take the stand, I'ma lie for em (uhh, suga)
Whattup Firm we got these niggaz cornered, so maintain
I got the drugs here, a good amounts the bed behind the back stairs
Like twenty grams plus the caravan
I left the keys by the safe, erase the phone and flip the license plate
Got all the phone calls tapes, and all the weights and ice
to get the dough and the guns, and then we straight
He had the block locked he knew the spot block
On some real web shit to get your spot knocked by killer cops
Tryin to get your shit rocked, he don't know, cause all along
We was plottin to drop on the low, he straight snitch
He don't know how it go, he saw Nas in all the Lex
Then a triple GS, foreala, I kinda think he got a
feeling I'm squealing me and Tone was on the phone
Probably thinkin we dealin this bug, make sure Un got all the guns
His man Son had the whole mob of arsons
runnin through Parsons
I mean damn, me and you forever, hand in hand
I'm married to The Firm boo, you got ta understand
I'll die for him, gimme a chair and then I'll fry for em
And if I got ta take the stand, I'ma lie for em (lie for em)
It's me and you, hand in hand (hand in hand)
I'm married to The Firm boo, you got ta understand (forever we)
I'll die for him, gimme a chair and then I'll fry for em (Nas, AZ)
And if I got ta take the stand, I'ma lie for em
Check it peep the plot, so when I beep him y'all be creepin
Cormega know the spot, diminish him, 'Mega finish him
We power, the whole team shinin through like Ma rule
Worse come to worse we got shorties layin on forty-first
They want The Firm som'in awful, to tax som'in
The way we style have a nigga tryin to blast som'in
I guess the way we politic em probably got the niggaz
I know they layin like "Dunn, we got ta stick them niggaz"
In due time, they probably see the Apple sour
and once, we takin over, they'll realize The World is Ours
The faggot niggaz don't deserve bein CREAM
A bunch of snitches on the same team, tryin to reign supreme
Brooklyn Queens thing, we lionhearted never dear departed I mean
You're fuckin with Scarlett O'Hara
Desert em like Sahara, shit you never heard The Firm strictly murderous
Gun is out punana, The Firm's First Lady organizer
G'damn, me and you forever, hand in hand
I'm married to The Firm boo, you got ta understand
I'll die for em, gimme a chair and then I'll fry for em
And if I got ta take the stand, I'ma lie for em
It's me and you, hand in hand
I'm married to The Firm boo, you gots ta understand
I'll die for em, gimme a chair and then I'll fry for em
And if I got ta take the stand, I'ma lie for em
The General, soak time, my partner in crime, Nas and 'Mega
Gon' cry together, shit get real, we gon' die together
I'm like whatever for my team through the cheddah
through the CREAM we gonna stay together, it's Doe or Die
Through the slanted eyes, I organize family style
Lady Godiva, forever Firm Fox Boogie never lonely
We were wed in Holy Matrimony, whatever
Whichever, however, uhh, Firm style
I mean damn, mean and you forever, hand in hand
I'm married to The Firm boo, you got ta understand
I'll die for em, gimme a chair and then I'll fry for em
And if I got ta take the stand I'ma lie for em
It's me and you hand in hand
I'm married to The Firm boo, you gots ta understand
I'll die for em, gimme a chair and then I'll fry for em
And if I got ta take the stand I'ma lie for em
(repeat to fade)
[Intro]: Foxy Brown
Murder (Murder) na na na murder (murder) na na na
Murder dem, murder dem mi nuh competition I gwaan,
murder dem
[Sizzla] (*Foxy Brown):
Sexiness you need some of mine (Uh huh) come kick it with me shorty
Give me that lovin everytime
Now let me, work it work it hard yeah (*Ah!!!)
[Chorus: Sizzla] (Foxy Brown)
That's fine with me (Uh huh Uh huh) make love to me girl
(Whoa)
Wine up pon it (Uh huh Uh huh) I'm here to rock your world
(Eh Eh!)
That's fine with me (Uh huh Uh huh) make love to me girl
(Yes!)
Wine up pon it (Dutty) I'm here toWOO!!!!!
[Verse 1: Foxy Brown]:
Nana got a new drop top (Uh Huh) come ride with me,
I ain't got a roof I got
Backshots when I ride on top, plus an attitude like 2Pac got
Achoo I spew everytime I come through
With a cannon drum but the na na na taste like rum punch
(Uh!) Make 'em say whoa this shit is like dro
You never seen a dread limbo (No!!!!)
This gal yah wicked (Wicked) come kick it with me shorty (Shorty)
I throw that thang like a boomerang
Uh! Backshots is what they call me (Call me)
Brown Fox about go bats
Sex stronger than Barry Bonds and his pops
Neck game longer than giraffes
Get on top you cum first like a warning shot, BLOCKA BLOCKA!!!!
[Chorus: Sizzla] (Foxy Brown)
That's fine with me (Uh huh Uh huh) make love to me girl
(Whoa)
Wine up pon it (Uh huh Uh huh) I'm here to rock your world
(Eh Eh!)
That's fine with me (Uh huh Uh huh) make love to me girl
(Yes!)
Wine up pon it (Dutty) I'm here toWOO!!!!!
[Verse 2: Foxy Brown]
Fox got the streets on lock
In the hood they call me Doug E. Fresh
dudes get beat with the box
Stay deep in the seat of the drop
Like lost change of this broad in the game got the media locked
I'm a Bad Girl but I ain't signed to Puff
A true Bad Gal dutty that's what's up
Word to Selassie I Foxy I wine body I
Get freaky freaky freaky freaky like Ladi Di
Poor little rappers, all a dem a mess
Don't even ask, whole a dem a mash up
Word to my boy B.I.
Brooklyn we are back, RAH!!!! RAH!!!! RAH!!!!
[Chorus: Sizzla] (Foxy Brown)
That's fine with me (Uh huh Uh huh) make love to me girl
(Whoa)
Wine up pon it (Uh huh Uh huh) I'm here to rock your world
(Eh Eh!)
That's fine with me (Uh huh Uh huh) make love to me girl
(Yes!)
Wine up pon it (Dutty) I'm here toWOO!!!!!
[Verse 3: Foxy Brown] (*Sizzla)
Everytime I drop my hits the DJ say (PULL UP!!!!)
Whip game is sick everytime I (PULL UP!!!!)
Valentino pumps fit nuh man (PULL UP!!!!)
Pum pum goody yes my body (GOOD OY!!!!)
(*I come get yuh girl yeah I seh dat)
Ice cream treats laid back up in the Maybach
(*Mek yuh bawl and beg I run yuh red hot)
Nana got di shizzot Fox di toppa top (WUY!!!!)
[Chorus: Sizzla] (Foxy Brown)
That's fine with me (Uh huh Uh huh) make love to me girl
(Whoa)
Wine up pon it (Uh huh Uh huh) I'm here to rock your world
(Eh Eh!)
That's fine with me (Uh huh Uh huh) make love to me girl
(Yes!)
Wine up pon it (Dutty) I'm here toWOO!!!!!
[Outro: Foxy Brown]
Yeah, Black Roses baby, Brooklyn, Nana, Sizzla Kalonji
(I just need a...) Yo 7, this is Fever man! Yes, indeed!
This is another Ill Na Na production
Ill Na Na, Def Jam baby, all the way, yes!
From the streets of BK, to the streets of Long Beach, Compton
LA, Los Angeles, y'know, California {
Aurelius 7}
I just need a, I just need a man
(Back up in New York City, the strong streets down in H-Town)
Strong and understands
(To the Windy City of Chicago, Chi Town)
All my life's demands, all my loving
(To the city of brotherly love, Philadelphia)
I just need a, not jealous of me
(Down in the Sunshine State, Miami)
Loves me for just me
(This is how we do it baby!)
Tellin' you the real is that I need a..
(C'mon, yeah, yes!)
I just need a..
Homie, look, what you sellin' I ain't buyin'
With dude I'm done, tell him I ain't cryin'
You'll see the proof when I drop my album
It's the past now, plus dawg I'm better without him
(I just need a....) dude that act right
If my life go dim, he can be my flashlight
Not the rebound dude who abused his last wife
A dude that ain't afraid to lose the mack life
and you don't got to question if he truly care
A little, dinner here, movie there
and he won't treat his wifey like his last whore, see
Is that too much to ask for?
But, I'm wiser now, I'm older now
and the truth is a need a man to hold me down
And by now most dudes know what "Na Na Be Like"
so this time when I'm doing it, I'm doin' it right, yes!
I just need a, I just need a man (woo!)
Strong and understands (Ill Na Na baby)
All my life's demands, all my loving (yeah! yes!)
I just need a, not jealous of me (oh)
Loves me for just me
Tellin' you the real is that I need a..
I just need a..
The dread straight jealous of mine
I put him on, you would think he would relish the time
But he didn't, kept fibbin' and kept his feelings hidden
Intimidated, slowly the love disintegrated
It's, (I just need a...) like I'm driving
making a wrong turn, woo
I need stability, something that's long term and
maybe a dude with no kids
But, he get deported I'm troopin' his whole bid now
(I just need a....) a dude that respect his moms
Ain't afraid of the marriage or pushin' our baby carriage, whoa
I come home and he runnin' my bath
Late nights, stressed out but he makin' me laugh and
(I just need a....) a dude that my brothers approve
A thorough man by my side, if I win or I lose
But, if I'm cool or I'm spazzin', we still a team
dubbin' hard in the dancehall bashment
I just need a, I just need a man
Strong and understands
All my life's demands, all my loving
I just need a, not jealous of me
Loves me for just me
Tellin' you the real is that I need a..
I just need a..
Built for the struggle and he, move with integrity
Can handle my celebrity
A dude that's in love with Inga, respect Fox
and put a blue stone on my finger
(I just need a...) and cry with me, if we fight, we fight
but if I'm right, if I'm wrong, I'm right
and, homie look, what you sellin' I ain't buyin'
With dude I'm done, tell him I ain't cryin'
I just need a, I just need a man
(Now ladies throw ya hands up high)
Strong and understands
(And tell 'em niggas no longer we gon' cry)
All my life's demands
(And this a new year now)
All my loving
(Y'all don't have to fear now, cuz ya girl Fox here now)
I just need a, not jealous of me
(So throw ya hands up high)
Loves me for just me
(And tell these niggas no longer we gon' cry)
Tellin' you
(And this a new year now)
the real is that I need a
(Y'all don't have to fear now, cuz ya girl Fox here now, yes!)
I just need a..
Lookin' for a thug oh baby, baby, baby (Yo 7, this is Fever man!)
I just need a..
I'm just lookin' for a thug oh baby, baby, baby
This one, is dedicated, to you
Foxy Brown.. Wayne Wonder..
Puttin it down.. whoa-oh-oh-oh.. c'mon
But the saddest day of my life
was when she left me with a broken heart
I was feeling the pain - the pain, the pain
The saddest day of my life
was when she left me with a broken heart
I was going insane - yeahh-yeahh
Now I'm the type of bitch that's one of a kind
Y'all know, the kind of bitch that like to sip that fine wine
Like to be on top or, get it from behind
Either way I throw the pussy like the free throw line
Break a nigga spine, tote a calico and dare
any bitch fi come try test mine
Violate, one time, I cock the nine
You, motherfuckin right I bust a bitch over mine
Shit, niggaz can cheat and put tips in bitches waist
But when we slip up, get a gun in our face
Have me missin show dates, heart beatin slow pace
Wonder what he doin, who the fuck he screwin
Bitches ain't shit; know that that's your man
and they still fuck around and try to suck the nigga dick
And I'm a bad bitch, I don't play that bullshit
Bitch'll catch wreck, I ain't got a full deck nigga
Ever since I was a little girl, always wanted to know
How the fuck these niggaz think, why de man a move so
Why would you jeapordize your whole life
Fuckin one bitch for one night; blame it on the liquor
How would you feel if I fucked another nigga
and told you that that motherfucker made me cum quicker?
You'd probably grab the gat and put two in my back
One in my face, nigga but it's one in my waist
Go 'head and slip, watch me shut down this bitch
Cheat on who? Nigga I'll be gone before you
And when you with the one you love, disrespect the game
'fore he drive you insane, losin your fuckin brain
Foxy Brown.. Wayne Wonder..
Puttin it down.. whoa-oh-oh-oh.. c'mon
For months I used to cry, felt like I wanted to die
Kept asking God why, do I deserve this?
We all make mistakes, ain't nobody perfect
We're human, and through it all, I remained a good woman to you
Prayin for strength and losin my faith
How could you lay in our bed and lie in my face?
Jumpin out my sleep
Havin nightmares of me tossin and turnin, my heart still burnin
Watchin me suffer, relivin my fears
Holdin my pillow close while you dryin my tears
Stop your blood claat cryin, need to stop lyin
and look me in my eyes 'fore these plates start flyin
And how the fuck could you disrespect us
Everything we stand for, all our love and our trust
Seems like I said before, you won't appreciate me
and everything we have 'til I'm out the fuckin door
Try to erase, all the memories
They're the ones they gon' see
If I could forget, all about the past
Eww!
What the fuck is this?
(What is that?)
This is outrageous
That's some Mario Brothers shit
I come to the studio drunk already
That's how I does it
That's how I does it nigga
(It's nothing!)
We got your back Fox
Fuck these bullshit niggas
These bullshit bitches
(They GI Joe figgas)
They don't really want beef, STRAIGHT UP
Ugh Fox Brown shit, CNN shit
That Brooklyn shit, that Queens shit
Def Jam shit, mother fuckers
Run yo shit niggas
(CNN motherfucker!)
Izl nizl shizl
Run yo shit bitches
Izl my nizl
Run yo shit niggas
Izl nizl shizl
Run yo shit bitches
Izl my nizl
Yo, yo, yo who the most grimey gangsta nigga in rap
And got chicks like "Damn Nore got all that?"
It's Star Tec yo, the unholy
Your hockey fights with the goalie
N-O, its rap's new Masitoly
Yo I keep static and my guns is spasmatic
I push niggas, watch me just mush these faggots
If I keep it gangsta, it's gon' make us all ritch
And I stay fucking with Fox cause that's that bitch
Old fashion, mob style, flash no loot
And I don't even get dressed for a video shoot
But I be hoppin' out of Benzes with slippers on
Two bitches, gettin' my Jack Tripper on
Yo Jose, gunplay ari clay
Capone bought a house like an hour away
A yo I done my shit, I son yo shit
Don't let me pull a gun and just run yo shit
Run yo shit niggas
(CNN motherfucker!)
Izl nizl shizl
Run yo shit bitches
(Yeah Brown beotch!)
Izl my nizl
Run yo shit niggas
Izl nizl shizl
Run yo shit bitches
(Who the fluck want it with us?)
Izl my nizl
For that money or that light grey
My niggas PA with AK from Queens to BK nigga
From the Stuy to the pub in the Bridge
Who the fluck want what?
Put one in their rib
I'm solo, niggas take Fox for joke
Like I won't spaz out and bring it to folks
We want that straight raw, ante up my nigga
Snatch ya yae, steal your base like Derek Jeter
I don't need to rob niggas
I pay niggas that rob niggas to rob niggas
Tell me what y'all need
Sell it back half price, nigga holla at Fox
Young broad go around in them custom drops
And it's nothing to grab the nines and spit at ya
Bare broke, to roll your stones like Mick Jagger
Hot chrome properly to your dome
If the beef
Run yo shit niggas
Izl nizl shizl (Uh)
Run yo shit bitches
Izl my nizl
Run yo shit niggas
Izl nizl shizl
Run yo shit bitches
(Yo Fox what up?)
Izl my nizl
Yo niggas claim they high rollers, cheddar chasin' my federation
Dedication to the street, crazy court casing
Three strike loser, life facing
Chyna white lacing, Marx Man, Bumpy Johnson
Capone Of Arc, a loan shark
Tinted Z3's, you either in it for the love
A thug for the cheese
My crew maxin', June Jacksons, free of taxes
Baby cream pediatrics
Flyest nigga bitches give it up to the highest bidder
Holdin' brigets, the mo' ice the mo' sex
I'm Meyer Lansky of the projects, Fox is Charlotte O'Neil
Nore's hoes they Star Tek
Creep when my squad rest, more or less
I'll have your family dressed
Niggas eulogizing part of your vest
I run with gunners and smokers
I'm a bad influence to bitches with kids
Have 'em in the hood, gun in their stroller
Run yo shit niggas
Izl nizl shizl
Run yo shit bitches
Izl my nizl
Run yo shit niggas
Izl nizl shizl
Run yo shit bitches
Izl my nizl
Izl nizl shizl
(We got your back Fox!)
HEY, you're 'bout to hear the most incredible shit ever written
Hard spittin', cigar splittin'
PRAY, to your god and to them words in the Biblical scriptures
Critical bitch must, flow to the shit that just fit her
RODE, with the best auto that money can buy me
The best damn mami, Def Jam signed me
HOES, you know they'll never compare to my status
Nothin' matters, I'm the fuckin' baddest see
FAME, is worth it if you got money to match it
I'm hotter than acid and don't even practice
GAME, guess I got it at birth from my momma
Ill Na Na, real drama, see I
BALL, til' I can't or I'm covered by maggots
I straight spaz it and let y'all have it
BLOAW!
Hey...I'm speakin' to the hood!
SPLURGE,when I'm gettin' my money it's nothin'
Always bussin', flows is disgustin'
WOAH, I'm constantly multiplying my digits
Fox the richest, please no pictures
ONES, that I be countin' be keepin' me smilin'
We out wildin', shout to the island!
DUN, I keep it gangsta for all of my soldiers
It's so over, keep y'all composure
STYLE, when we want and we love when they hate us
Don't debate us, flow's not contagious
FOUL, we can be if y'all niggas provoke us
Buenos noches, do not approach us
FLOSS, til the law say I can't or I'm finished
Pour the Guiness, I'm a straight menace!
BLOAW!
Hey...I'm speakin' to the hood!
KNOW, what I built I ain't tryin' to mess up
Barbie dressed up, you're just my successor
WHOA, I hear your company's holdin' that budget
I always thug it hood for the public
BENZ, my CREAM material's iller than average
Lots of baggage, shopping savage and my
FANS, say that my album is close to a classic
They don't, gas it, y'all gots to have it
SHOES, got to be Christian or Gucci or Prada
Who could stop her, ain't a bitch, hotter
LOSE, you always will when you go against Foxy
Wrist, rocky, y'all bitches watch me
RISE,til they kill me I'm ballin' and spending
Laws I'm bendin' til my life is endin', now!
BLOAW!
"Rapper Foxy Brown was arrested today in Raleigh, North Carolina on
misdemeaner charges for an alledged altercation with a hotel employee.
She was arrested and released on a thousand dollar bond but if found
guilty of the charge, she could face up to sixty days in prison."
"Gun fire erupted today outside a Greenwich Village radio station. The
gunplay allegedly stems from an ungoing feud... both artists claim no
involvement in the incident. No arrests have yet been made in
connection with the shooting."
"In other news, rap artist Foxy Brown was hospitalized yesterday after
an apparent overdose on a common prescription drug. While the overdose
was allegedly an atempt at her own life, no one from the hospital nor
Foxy's family were available for comment. Stay tuned for more news"
"Inga Marchand, also known as rapper Foxy Brown, was taken to a local
hospital today, when the Range Rover she was driving spun out of
control at a Brooklyn sidestreet. Although she was not seriously
injured, Marchand was later arrested for driving with a suspended
liscense. This is just another in a long list of offences that have
plagued this Brooklyn rap star."
Yeah, you know its been a long time since y'all heard my voice
Maybe what, 2, 3, years or somethin
Up and down been high and low
Even been at the point of no return, no hope
Just wanna let my fans know that I'm still here
Y'all holla back
The sound was broken, too many years being political
Its kinda hard to do when everything your seeing is critical
Is all my fault what they said in the news
But its funny how the public seems to get it confused
They act like they aint got nothin better to do
All they want is a statement, the hattin is blatin
But we never paid attention to those who hate us
Til my face was on the cover of all the local papers
But still un-phased, I kept my cool
Plottin, carefully, every step I choose
And my, Cool-whit poin, and my write finery
Everybody wanna know my side of the story
Well here it is, the whole truth, plain and simple
This'll finally explain all the pain I've been through
And in no way shape or form of my provoken violence
The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear?
The Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?
When the wicked came against me to eat up my flesh
My enemies and foes, they stumbled and fell
Though an army may encamp against me
My heart shall not fear
Though war may rise against me
In this I will be confident
I will survive
Take, these broken wings (these broken wings)
And let them fly again
And let them live so free (you taught me how to fly, fly)
When we hear, the voices sing
The book of love will open up, and let us in
Feel like I've got this black cloud hangin' over me
It's like this pain is takin' control of me
Every move I make, determines my fate
Feel like I'm dying slow, and that's the shit I hate
The constant pressure, the bullshit rumors
The outcast, I'm the one they love to badge
When the records stop sellin'
And the crowds stop yellin'
All I have is me
Bet you thought I'd die without you
But see how I'm still living
Thought that I would self destruct
But I'm still here, with another one
Even though I felt crumbled, I made it through the rumble
Torn apart, a young woman scorned
Coping with the pain, nearly drove me insane
In the hospital, crying in the pain
All types of medications, flowing through my veins
Take, these broken wings (these, broken, wings)
And let them fly again
And let them live so free
When we hear, the voices sing (I will learn, I will learn, how to fly)
The book of love will open up, and let us in
Please, understand I'm a human first
And before Foxy Brown, I'm just still Inga
And my family, is my whole life
And I cherish this ring that you put on my finger
We survived through the roughest stones
Sleeping with our baby pit bull on the basement floors
And through it all, you and I felt we could be strong
All through the rough times, through the pains and storms
And, it's like when it rains, it pours
All they see is gray and blue, they don't know you like I do
Five years committed, y'all just don't understand
No career, no fame, meant more than my man
And, to my fans that slept through it all
Through the rise and the fall, I love y'all all
Even when I nearly lost my mind
Some remained loyal, ignored the headlines and
Take, these broken wings (take, these broken wings)
And let them fly again
And let them live so free (let em fly, let em fly)
When we hear, the voices sing (voices sing)
The book of love will open up, and let us in
Story of my legacy, this can't be life
Lord, I feel like I'm fallin'
Praying for strength, I'm losing my mind
And, how can you fly when your wings are broken?
And, how can I smile when my heart is broken?
Through all the pain I've felt, that's the hand I'm dealt
My personal problem, stays in my home
Know I won't discuss them, reporters I don't trust 'em
Take, these broken wings (these broken wings)
And let them fly again
And let them live so free (I wanna see them fly)
When we hear, the voices sing
The book of love will open up, and let us in
Take, these broken wings (take these broken wings)
And let them fly again (oohh)
And let them live so free (let them live so free, so free)
When we hear, the voices sing (yeahh)
The book of love will open up, and let us in
Teach me how to fly
(ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh-ooh)
Teach me how to fly
I believe, in the power, of love
(ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh)
Can't you hear me, don't you hear me?
(ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh-ooh)
I'm calling out to you
Foxy help me sing
(ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh)
Lemme tell you where I grew up at
Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, blew up that
Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at
Brooklyn! Beef, who want that?
I grew up in the thoroist borough - B.K.
Where B.I.G. had everybody rockin' D.K.
Gav was the first dude wit' the C.L.K.
and bricks was gettin' shipped outta east L.A.
It's Brooklyn, where niggaz lives was tooken
Rich cats got knocked and they wallets was tooken
Fourty-three and Hemlock, they fifth bit cock
We cryed when they killed Lenox and popped them rocks
(aiyyo, ya ain't hear, what {the fuck} I just said?)
B.K. - the home of Biggie and Jay
Where niggaz got Will Smith ships, get jiggy all day
Bitches that boost in the city all day
Heckel and Koch, crack spots, federal watch
I grew up here, sip mo', threw up here
Yo the feds snatched two up here, in B.K.
Niggaz in the hood in that all blue and grey
Gorillas got rich from still wells and P.A.
Lemme tell you where I grew up at
Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, blew up that
Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at
Brooklyn! Beef, who want that?
Lemme tell you where I grew up at
Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, blew up that
Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at
Brooklyn! Beef, who want that?
Brooklyn! The livest borough
You come here front, you might die in this borough
The east, the feelin' best dies in this borough
Full of projects, the wildest borough
Try to figure out which side is thoro
From, C.I. to Saint Marks is carryin' cons
Niggaz rock Coogi and Dolce Gaban's
So women here make a livin' just carryin' bombs
We pop, corks a little bit and we floss a little bit
In the club, buyin' out Cris', pour us a little bit
I told y'all that my borough is thoro
I know niggaz that'll clap you up and bury the metal
Same day, still in the hood and so ghetto
Brook-non, holla back, get your crook on
Live from the seven-one-eight, we raised the eight
Everytime poppy raise the way to that eight
Motherfuckers!
Lemme tell you where I grew up at
Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, blew up that
Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at
Brooklyn! Beef, who want that?
Lemme tell you where I grew up at
Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, blew up that
Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at
Brooklyn! Beef, who want that?
It's B.K. nigga, get yo' vest ate up
Over them chips, you could get S-Ked up
They find you in the back of the buildin' - sprayed up
All for the love of this paper; we misled
By 21 - some'll be dead
By 22 - the rest of these dudes are bein' feds
We got change but we still FUCKED up
Niggaz is outta jail but they locked up
The feds takin' prints when we pullin' the drops up
BK open up, get popped up
You know whats the borough where cats drive wit' the box in the truck
Tre pound locked up, wrist be rocked up
Yellin' out "Get down, lay down when we pop up!"
Blocks so hot we drop the rocks wit' tops up
Windows tinted, you can't see whos in it
It's Brown nigga, I represent it, it's Brooklyn!
Lemme tell you where I grew up at
Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, blew up that
Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at
Brooklyn! Beef, who want that?
Lemme tell you where I grew up at
Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, blew up that
Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at
Brooklyn! Beef, who want that?
Lemme tell you where I grew up at
Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, blew up that
Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at
Brooklyn! Beef, who want that?
Lemme tell you where I grew up at
Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, blew up that
Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at
Brooklyn! Beef, who want that?
B.K. borough bitches, ain't nuttin' but the best in here
The streets of New York, real niggaz, real shit happen nigga
Fuck y'all know 'bout bang-outs, gettin' busy?
Fuck police and all that nigga, real niggaz
Whoa, whoa
What the plurrr is this, YO!
They say I'm 730, say I spaz out
FB is ill, she'll wild out
Can y'all feel my pain?
I can't let it slide
How could I smile when I'm hurtin' so bad inside?
Yo how can we start this
My life is thorough never heartless
I laid it down from the Gate to the St Louis arches
From the windy city to the streets in Cali
To them streets in Houston
My niggas always boostin'
Some bitches always holla
How they don't spend a dolla
But that's because they ain't got it
Now tell me where's the logic
And if I talk it - I've done did it or about to do it
I'm making anthems, got a million niggas bouncin' to it
Bust your guns!
And if that ain't enough then bust again
I've been thuggin' since B-I-Z made "Just A Friend"
Matter of fact ever since Flava Flav was rockin' clocks
And even then there was no bitch that could compare to Fox
Let me head knock, Pretty you wit' me right
This Prada fit me tight, this Gucci fit me right
Who could quickly write like seven joints and it be tight?
You know how hood we sound, you know it's Boogie Brown
Yo they say I'm 730, say I spaz out
FB is ill, she'll wild out
But can y'all feel my pain?
I can't let it slide
How could I smile when I'm hurtin' so bad inside?
They say I'm 730, say I spaz out
FB is ill, she'll wild out
But can y'all feel my pain?
I can't let it slide
How could I smile when I'm hurtin' so bad inside?
Yo my life is full of problems
Sometimes it's hard to dodge 'em
So much you couldn't fathom
I wish I didn't have them
They say I'm 7-30, pretty but I rap too dirty
The law is criticizing me and probably never heard me
So what I crashed my Range
My last name ain't changed
This time it's different though
I'm not exploiting names
Yeah I write my shit
It's not a fucking game
So what he wrote some songs
I blew him up the same
I'm never ducking dames
Y'all know just where to find me
I would've killed her but it just wouldn't be fair to mommie
Imagine me doing time, Foxy behind bars
Not me the crime star
Y'all bitches ain't worth it
Although my life ain't perfect, I'll never change a thing
Y'all want success but y'all don't know about the pain it bring
It's supposed to make you happy and keep your paper long
This beat is kind of ill
How could you hate this song?
Yo they say I'm 730, say I spaz out
FB is ill, she'll wild out
But can y'all feel my pain?
I can't let it slide
How could I smile when I'm hurtin' so bad inside?
They say I'm 730, say I spaz out
FB is ill, she'll wild out
But can y'all feel my pain?
I can't let it slide
How could I smile when I'm hurtin' so bad inside?
Man some hoes is always yackin'
Like I can't make it happen
Like they don't know my cash
Like they don't know my past
Especially pop star bitches with the soft image
So what I ain't with him
BITCH! He's off limits
Be where I always be
See who I choose to see
Although we're not together, his heart belong to me
See at times I think y'all bitches be confusing me
Like I'm somethin' sweet, shorty I'm still street
You're not on my level, and I won't stoop
And I'm the one that got you, kicked out your own group
Chicks be always thinkin' that I'mma let it ride
I might not kill you but I'll hurt you till your dead inside
Third album and you still wanna test Brown
I'm so hood bitches know how boogie get down
It could be real drama
It's still the Ill Na Na
There ain't a bitch wilda
Any beef? Holla!
They say I'm 730, say I spaz out
FB is ill, she'll wild out
But can y'all feel my pain?
I can't let it slide
How could I smile when I'm hurtin' so bad inside?
They say I'm 730, say I spaz out
FB is ill, she'll wild out
But can y'all feel my pain?
I can't let it slide
Let's get it hype, nigga
Let's get it crump
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Pass me them Swisher Sweets, let's get it crump
If a nigga disrespect me I'mma prove my shit and dump
Blast ryhmes like I pump, turn your belly to jelly
Veteran MC, I don't think you rookies is ready
Three hundred and fifty pounds of pressure to deal wit
I run with Suave, always packin' something to kill with
Feel this bitch, when I get rich I'mma still hustle
Go down in history, paper taller then Bill Russel
Kilo flows, I got 'em hid in the basement
Choppin boys up, on some puttin' it in they face shit
Eight Ball, F-a-t M-a-c-k, known for layin' it down
And doin' shit the playa way
Callabo's of the dough ain't no secret
Space-age pimpin' means I don't do free shit
Time waits for no one, it ain't gon' wait for me
Yours truly, signed Eightball and MJG
- All my hard core niggas, what you want to do?
My real thug-ass niggas, what you want to do?
All my money making bitches if you ride with me
I'mma pimp 'till I die and I'mma ride for free
Now where them real bitches at
Where them real bitches at
Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh?
And where my buck niggas at
Where my buck niggas at
Where they at, where they at, where they at, come on
I ain't new to this
Damn nice bitch that's true to this
Money ain't never been a thing to me
Always stack my dough, holla back (uh)
Ass fat, thighs thick, titties perfect
Inhale the cheese from here to Tel Aviv
Y'all know it, shit I don't bluff
And no dough? I dont fuck 'em
Fuck I'mma fake for?
Make mine's, I'mma take yours
Cuz I'm no nigga like love b'fore
Make bitch scream like, gimme some more
If a nigga broke, what'd you fuck him for?
Waste of time
It's like we playette minds
Dont stop, get it get it
Bitches, take it from a real motherfuckin' pro
Y'all get that dough, we don't trust these niggas
They gon' pimp if you let them
From NY to the dirty south
And them bitches' dime tight
I got my mind right
And my ice got the shine right
And if it don't blind bitches
When them lights hit the wrist?
You won't be sticking shit
You be lickin' this
I'm the pimp motherfucker, baby
Ice cold, stories so high
I pimp the whole village twice
So tight fold crease right on the president's nose
Pimp clothes, drinkin straight Henney'and Buckstrum
Touch toed, hoes take a centerfold pose
Break a treat, make 'em pay to enter those
Pros, slam those
Game tied tight like bows, we never close
Three-sixty-five, twenty-four
Hand chose bithces a la mode, gettin' sold
Plus a load of killer, as Chronic gettin' blowed
Keep it froze, tucked up in a Tupperware bowl
Stick of gold, somethin' from the school of the old
Forever flows, I take it down as deep as it can go
Burn rolls, braids tight, blazed afros
We're pushin' hoes
Dicks get erect like poles, pay the toll
MJG is in control
Peep dis', you and them boys need to slow down
Up in the morning in the court, it's 'bout to go down
There's no remorse now, better expose rounds
Them jackets be on the lose until the dope is found
Juvenile's my name, bitch
I represent it to the end, the same shit
Niggers don't be wearin suits on theses blocks
All you see is your boys and reeboks
A thin hat to the back with a strap too
Willin' to bust a nigga ass if he had to
If you feel the same my nigger, you's a hot boy
Blocka, blocka, blocka
Better get up off the block, boy
Call for the cops, boy your mommy or pops, boy
Cash wasn't a million, never hit the spot boy
You want props ha, you sold to the cops ha
You in a cell block ha, cuz you too hot ha
Where the real ones at? Be-atch...
Oh, you know how we feel
About all you 'wanna be' ass ghetto super stars
Wanna be like 'me ass" niggas
Tryin' to be like Foxy Brown bitches
I give a fuck about your intermureal status, motha fucka
You ain't nobody
We been doing this, been doin' this shit
We go way back with this baby
Talkin' about this real shit on the mutha fuckin' microphone
Pimps and hoes and gettin' money
Tricks and hoes and fuckin'
Mutha fuckin' clothes and shit ridin' vogues and shit
Nigga riding on 20's and shit
Nigga what chu got?
Brand new-assed nigga
You don't know nothin' about this game
Ughh, ladies, y'know how that sayin' goes
Be careful what you ask for in life
Cuz you just might get it
Dependin' on what you ask for, what you get?
You might not be able to get out of
You heard? Ughh
Niggas might take advantage if you let 'em
Play your cards right, and if you fuck 'em in the same night
Make sure that he don't snitch
Must be up to sumpin' or be lyin' on his dick
Shit, you know how niggas flick from gettin' pussy to head
'Til you spent yo' brant and blew his dick
Especially if he trick, shit
Don't complain bitch, do yo' thang and cop that ring
When he hit you with that game, you be like
"A'ight, dude, whatever" and sleep on it
Put like a week on it, get the Benz Jeep and creep on it
Do you like yeah, faggot, screw you
Fuck am I to do now? Just lay back like I'm that lame bitch
Dude, I'm that same bitch, don't you know? Never cross no hoe
Especially if she was Wifee and she know where the snatch go
Fuck you wildin' fo'? Who you stylin' fo'?
And the truth is he fuckin' with the deuce kid
He don't know that I stick and move
Get him right for that Chyna White
Nothing to lose, and I see right through him
Yeah, we fuckin' tonight
And the Duke ain't what he talkin' then I'm truckin' tonight
And if he sweet with the big ones, I'm lucky tonight
And if he packin' like he yappin', I'm doin' him right
Yo, when your man ain't fuckin' you right
And the dope that he singing
In the hood ain't that Chyna White
We say fuck 'em, fuck 'em
Cuz he just ain't right
We say fuck 'em, fuck 'em
Cuz he just ain't tight
Yo, when your man ain't fuckin' you right
And the dope that he singing
In the hood ain't that Chyna White
We say fuck 'em, fuck 'em
Cuz he just ain't right
We say fuck 'em, fuck 'em
Cuz he just ain't tight
Ughh, mostly, they'll play you closely
Especially if you fuckin' 'em, and he think you trustin' him
Damn bitch, you lovin' 'em, impressed like that
Bomb head, e'ry night, is the sex like that?
Yeah, you ain't know, I would stress like that
Over due, not his ones, he don't handle like that
Shoulda known not to fuck wit no light weight cats
Rollin' doves in his stacks, I ain't fuckin' wit that
I'm like 'Dude, where the fuck is yo' big heads at?'
And you know how I get down, I don't pumps like that
Plus he act funny, and he only fuck with track money
And I'm, seven zero platinum-plat money, it's not a game, nigga
And like Sparkle, Be Careful What You Say, nigga
The kind of cat that make wonder if he was sent to do this
Put it down for you, first chick he ever cried fo'
Never had a chick that raps like this
Ain't impressed for no C cuz we straight like this
And he makes it very clear baby mothers don't exist
They just some Fox haters and condom breakers, ya heard?
Ughh, the situation is
Y'all chicks be fuckin' with that mistress shit
Bad broke, if not for the dough, I splits with the quickness
Pleads no fifths, leaves no traces, ya heard?
What the fuck is this? Payback shit?
Is it God striking me for some way back shit?
I'm like, damn, was the bitch really foul like this?
And my loc'ing just to think I should slash my wrist
Am I seven for me thinkin' I should total my six
Or just straight spazz out, fuck his man and split
Take the code to the safe and just empty his bricks
On the low, but I know that he love when I flip
Ya'll bet the note, had him throw the smash game
Shit, I got the ring bitch and his last name
Any bitch could do a nigga whole bit
Any bitch could luck up and have a kid
Any chick could fuck a nigga for spite
But the nigga got to love you if he make you his wife
Ughh, ya'll chicks is lonely, I'm ownin' that dick
[Intro]
Uh, y'know, uh, Boogie Brown, uh
How you expect me to love you, nigga
Can't even trust you, uh
So he played you, right?
Shot a little game then he blazed you, right?
Talkin' 'bout he was gon' make you wife then make you right
And the last you seen was his car break lights
He fooled you girl, pussy is power, let me school you girl
Don't get up off it 'till he move you girl
And let no playin' nigga rule your world and screw you girl
I got 'em hatin' me, I throws the pussy down, keep 'em chasin' me
Basically, niggas game a lot, so bet I game back
And make the nigga think that I came a lot
And I change the plot, when we was at Jacob
That chain was hot, is he on or what?
Nigga cop the broach in the double R
And you got the notes, so I know you not broke, nigga
[Total Foxy]
1 - (I ain't fuckin' wit' you)
I can't rock with you no more
(You and your bullshit)
(How can I love you)
(Can't even trust you)
(I ain't fuckin' wit' you)
I can't rock with you no more
(Cut the bullshit)
(How can I love you
(Can't even trust you)
I got 'em mad at Fox, 'fore I let a nigga just stab the box
I gotta have some rocks, even then
All I do is get they asses hot, then I ask them
When was the last time you had some twat?
Put 'em right in his place, saw him right down
Shake it right in his face, you like the waist?
By the way baby boy, would you like a taste?
Let me tell you what I need on those license plates
"Property of Mohogany Brown", standin' knock-kneed
On the balcony while you knock me down
Ya'll wanna break me off without cakin' me off?
Then expect the bitch to be faithfull to y'alls
The next nigga copin' me bags straight from Dior
Prada shoes, that's the bomb straight outta Milan
And I'm about that money, no need to pretend
Why don't you holla at me when you ready to spend
Repeat 1
You got as much, you game's y'all
And I can spit it nigga, same as y'alls, same shoes, same cars
Ain't like a chick ain't bawlin' herself
Can you give me mo', then I'm holding myself
I ain't tryin' to trip on no dick
I ain't tryin' to have no cat laid up in my shit
Had the next bitch layed up in my six?
Gigglin', dizzy as shit, is it sick?
I'm what a nigga would love to have
Chick with her own, nice tits, nice ass
Nice attitude even though I might spaz
He was still quite fast, you like the wife style
Cuz you know that I come out ready to dumb out
In house shoes, slippers, put it down for my niggas
And I ain't goin' front, I'm about my end, so
Holla at me when you ready to spend
Repeat 1
Repeat 1
[Total]
I can't rock you, no more
Say it again, say it again
I can't rock you, no more
Say it again, say it again
say it again, say it again
I can't rock you, no more
I can't rock you, no more
Say it again, say it again
say it again, say it again
I can't rock with you no more
Say it again, say it again
I can't rock with you no more
Say it again, say it again
I can't rock with you no more
Uh-huh uh, UHH
Guess who's back! Uhh
Yeah, uhh, uhh
Verse One:
Aiyyo! Rhyme or crime, let's get it on
MC's wanna eat me but it's Ramadan
Peep what's on the arm, when it's ice it's ice
When I'm right, I'm right, when you're wrong, you're wrong
I'm the bomb, records is platinum, skin is bronze
Flows all night like vintage Dom
Been this nice since umm, the first Prince bomb
Before "The Artist Was Known As" wit my grown ass
Haters said it won't last, know how many birds I flown past
Celly on roam, full belly, first class
And I don't play, I watch them pockets
Know y'all niggaz go broke after you cop them watches
See you in the club, no bub' nigga pop it
Then you wanna fuck, give it up nigga, not this
My coat is ostrich, flow is the hottest
You ain't got dough, you can't go with the Fox bitch
Chorus: Foxy Brown
You can catch me at the hot spot cause I Fox, I plots
at the bar y'all, all night, I pops
Is it alright, sho' you right, you can't stop it
This is our world, me and my girls
You can catch me at the hot spot, I Fox, I plots
at the bar y'all, all night, I pops
Is it alright, sho' you right, you can't stop it
This is our world, me and my girls
Verse Two:
Yo! Cats bustin out the six, cash flushin out the niggaz
Platinum heart in half hangin 'tween the two tit-ties
Scheme on your team, lookin over graph pictures
Pick the finest, then I put it on the minors
Love, after the club, meet me at the diner
So you can bring your boys, we got ten cars behind us
Order a steak, a glass of OJ to break-fast
Hop in the car and head straight up Eighth Ave.
The night is young, I'm likin son
Either he don't have one, or his wife is dumb
His whole hand numb, nigga iced his thumb
Pull up my tights some, enticin him
You can handle the work, I'll play wit it
Til he curve and swerve nigga, stay wit it
Bitches in the club they, hated it
Cause I put my mack down then I, skated it
Chorus
Verse Three:
You can catch me at the Expo', Jacob Jav
Knocking Jigga out the Navigator, layin back, I stay in that
Me fallin off? Imagine that, it's not the case
I'm _Sittin on Top of the World_ like Brandy and Mase
You wanna, buy me a drink, nigga hand me a case
Big ballin bitch, I want all of this shit
Six AMG's with the spoiler kit
Chromes from the fac', phones front and back
CoCo, flow, niggaz is wantin that
Out they vehicles, niggaz is bumpin that
I heard you wanna stop Fox, tell me how so
I got that New York, to the Dirty South flow
Whole album hot, even the outro
This time around I'm tryin to do about fo'
This is for my niggaz and bitches who count dough
And y'all in the club I make em bounce
Chorus
Hot spot (pause), bar y'all (pause)
Alright (pause), our world (pause)
Hot spot (pause), bar y'all (pause)
Alright (pause), our world (pause)
[Pretty Boy]
My peoples is watching you, watching me
Lots of envy and hate is what it got to be
I heard you tryin' to destroy my whole monopoly
But if I take it to your face, you 'gon cop a plea
I know it, but it's cool, I know to watch you close
And if it comes to extremes I always got my toast
But you don't know that I know that you's a evil nigga
Cuz I'm laughin' and frontin' like I believe you, nigga
You be thinkin' you fresh in your Moschino wear
And if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be nowhere
Huh, even ya crew knows you just too soft
I'm just waitin' for the right time to cut you off, for real
So keep thinkin' forever you'll be down
But if you know this 'bout you, you betta kill me now
I'm sayin' 50 percent of my niggaz think it's them
And if you think it ain't you, you betta think again
Uh...
1 -
My peoples is watching you, watching me
Lots of envy and hate is what it got to be
I heard you tryin' to destroy my whole monopoly
But if I take it to your face, you 'gon cop a plea
I know it, but it's cool, I know to watch you close
And if it comes to extremes I always got my toast
But you don't know that I know that you's a evil nigga
Cuz I'm laughin' and frontin' like I believe you, nigga
You be thinkin' you fresh in your Moschino wear
And if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be nowhere
Huh, even ya crew knows you just too soft
I'm just waitin' for the right time to cut you off, for real
So keep thinkin' forever you'll be down
But if you know this 'bout you, you betta kill me now
I'm sayin' 50 percent of my niggaz think it's them
And if you think it ain't you, you betta think again
Uh...
- Niggaz I roll with
Niggaz I stole with
Niggaz that hold shit
Niggaz that blow chicks, can you feel me baby?
(When you inside me Pretty)
Can I trust you baby?
(I never lie Pretty)
Plus you stay jiggy
(You keep me fly Pretty)
And I'mma treat you like my fifth on my side baby
And I'mma take you on some trips to the sky baby
And no matter what we do (ya know ya mine baby)
If it ain't my dogs, I ain't fuckin' with 'em, shit
Bitches ain't my crew? I ain't fuckin' with 'em
Think I trust ya'll canivin' bitches, starvin' bitches
Always got ya eyes on my wrist-ass bitches
Think cuz a bitch rap I won't lay out bitches
Down with the 4 pound, and spray out bitches
Everything ain't rap, ya'll is some snake-ass bitches
I ain't playin' with all ya'll hoes, OK, ya'll bitches?
Swing back through the hood, got the game back
Niggaz front the bodega, yellin' "Fox get ya name back, baby"
Brooklyn nigga, bet our stash you
Young chicks ballers since tailors and Lee patches, 'member that?
Quarter juices, 3 quarter buy my gooses
Two finger rings with ya two-tone jeans, frontin' like it's nuthin'
When everybody was born, now ya hold's fallin'
And wanna knock 'me for mines
Uh, now I wonda, am I at my peak?
Is it just a dream or are they really after me?
Is it real? You never know what lies ahead of you
I'm kinda young but my heart beats irregular
What do I do? Do I sit here and die slow?
They tried to kill me mixin' angeldust and hydro'
My eyes closed, what I'm sayin' must be sinkin' in
And if it didn't nigga, take ya time and think again
Bust your guns, uh, uh, yeah
Bonnie and Clyde shit
You hear me? Smell me?
(That's right, you know?)
I'mma take this one straight to the top
And he dare get in the way, we smash, scrape scrape
It's real like that, you know what I mean?
Follow, yo, yo, yo
(Bonnie and Clyde forever y'all)
[Jay-Z] Gun check
[Fox] Check
[Jay-Z] Let's go over the plan
[Fox] I'mma pull up to the joint slow, then hop out the van
[Jay-Z] Nah don't hop out, slide out lookin' like a knockout
Show a little thigh, make this nigga's eyes pop out
Sieze him with the cleavage
I want you to make this nigga believe he 'bout eat it
[Fox] I can let him see or feel
[Jay-Z] Exactly
[Fox] Two gun totin', I seen dimes stole
[Jay-Z] Ain't nothin' gonna stop me and hon from rollin'
[Fox] Yeah, we done promotin'
[Jay-Z] We come for the coke and
[Fox] All the money in the spot
[Jay-Z] Act funny, get shot
[Fox] Nigga, hands high
[Jay-Z] And I hope none of y'all niggas got plans to die
[Fox] We can't stand goodbyes
[Jay-Z] In history me and this bitch will be like
Five years together, right?
[Fox] Damn, seem like forever
[Jay-Z] We trade shots
[Fox] We spray blocks
[Jay-Z] And we never fail
[Fox] Yeah, but we stay hot
1 - [J] Now would you die for your nigga?
[F] Yeah I'd die for my nigga
[J] Would you ride for your nigga?
[F] I gets lie for my nigga
[J] Would you live for your nigga?
[F] Do up big for you nigga
[J] Would you bid for your nigga?
[F] Shit, you my nigga
[F] Would you ride for me?
[J] Rapper robbery
[F] Would you die for me?
[J] I hang high from a tree
[F] They ain't ready for us, nigga
[J] Obviously
[F] Sound like Bonnie and Clyde to me
[Foxy]
I protect you like a vest do
I'm the lady with a 380 special right next to you
Glock poppin' out the stock
And it's two guns, two hun', get down
I tear this whole shit down
They ain't know the vault, pull bank jobs
I banged ya squaw when I aims this rod
Y'all niggas can't do a thing to this broad
My bullets hurt the same as y'alls
I've been taught by the best, extorted the rest
Wearin' a niggas shit, crossin' my chest
Life on the line, say prayers under my breath
But knew I'd be 'aight cuz right there to my left
(Right)
[Jay-Z]
Over baby, told you baby
Big gun right over your left shoulder baby
Same nigga that taught you how to hold that 80
From day one 'til we old and crazy
Let's kill the world
Repeat 1
[Jay-Z]
Ran up at Chemical
The bank robbers in our routine is like St. Bernards swimmin'
Everybody hit the floor, guys and women
Kids rush for the door
Keep your cry to a limit
Time check ma, we got about 5 minutes
Before the authorities rush and the FBI's in it
That teller's up to something, look, his eyes are squinted
[Fox] Don't let that button be the reason why you're finished
[Jay-Z] Yeah, the sky's the limit 'til we reach B.I.G
[Fox] Meet Jesus, confess to him all the shit we did
[Jay-Z] Gotta reverse the six, let's murd' head jerk
Almost got whiplash
[Fox] We got a shitload of cash
Throws it in the stash
Long as we keep shitin' like this
Shit, ain't nothin' fuckin' with this
You my Clyde for life
I'm your Bonnie like this
I can see us gettin' rich like this nigga
Repeat 1
Ad lib until fade
Bust your guns, uh, uh, yeah
Bonnie and Clyde shit
You hear me? Smell me?
(That's right, you know?)
I'mma take this one straight to the top
And he dare get in the way, we smash, scrape scrape
It's real like that, you know what I mean?
Follow, yo, yo, yo
(Bonnie and Clyde forever y'all)
Gun check
Check
Let's go over the plan
I'mma pull up to the joint slow, then hop out the van
Nah don't hop out, slide out lookin' like a knockout
Show a little thigh, make this nigga's eyes pop out
Sieze him with the cleavage
I want you to make this nigga believe he 'bout eat it
I can let him see or feel
Exactly
Two gun totin', I seen dimes stole
Ain't nothin' gonna stop me and hon from rollin'
Yeah, we done promotin'
We come for the coke and
All the money in the spot
Act funny, get shot
Nigga, hands high
And I hope none of y'all niggas got plans to die
We can't stand goodbyes
In history me and this bitch will be like
Five years together, right?
Damn, seem like forever
We trade shots
We spray blocks
And we never fail
Yeah, but we stay hot
Now would you die for your nigga?
Yeah I'd die for my nigga
Would you ride for your nigga?
I gets lie for my nigga
Would you live for your nigga?
Do up big for you nigga
Would you bid for your nigga?
Shit, you my nigga
Would you ride for me?
Rapper robbery
Would you die for me?
I hang high from a tree
They ain't ready for us, nigga
Obviously
Sound like Bonnie and Clyde to me
I protect you like a vest do
I'm the lady with a 380 special right next to you
Glock poppin' out the stock
And it's two guns, two hun', get down
I tear this whole shit down
They ain't know the vault, pull bank jobs
I banged ya squaw when I aims this rod
Y'all niggas can't do a thing to this broad
My bullets hurt the same as y'alls
I've been taught by the best, extorted the rest
Wearin' a niggas shit, crossin' my chest
Life on the line, say prayers under my breath
But knew I'd be 'aight cuz right there to my left
(Right)
Over baby, told you baby
Big gun right over your left shoulder baby
Same nigga that taught you how to hold that 80
From day one 'til we old and crazy
Let's kill the world
Ran up at Chemical
The bank robbers in our routine is like St. Bernards swimmin'
Everybody hit the floor, guys and women
Kids rush for the door
Keep your cry to a limit
Time check ma, we got about 5 minutes
Before the authorities rush and the FBI's in it
That teller's up to something, look, his eyes are squinted
Don't let that button be the reason why you're finished
Yeah, the sky's the limit 'til we reach B.I.G
Meet Jesus, confess to him all the shit we did
Gotta reverse the six, let's murd' head jerk
Almost got whiplash
We got a shitload of cash
Throws it in the stash
Long as we keep shitin' like this
Shit, ain't nothin' fuckin' with this
You my Clyde for life
I'm your Bonnie like this
Ughh, ughh, yeah
This is Beanie Sigel
That Philly cat who ain't with that silly rap
Put your weight up, not your hate up, niggas
Y'all know how I play quiet towns and tie 'em down
Haters wonderin' how I got a position with Roc
Cuz I listen to The LOX and I listen then watch
While you still sittin' in spots, ditchin' the cops
I'm in the Porsche Box with Fox, glistenin' watch
War steel gray, Lexus, GS-4
Desert Eagle metal in the door, pedal to the floor
I'm routin' down South, for my aim is to score
Eight cylinder, screamin' 'Fuck the law!'
Got a tank full of gas, trunk full of cash
Hammers in the stash, scanners in the dash
Radar detectors, troopers can't find us
We bubble down ATL and hit the 'Linas
Then get clubbed with some Dirty South thugs
Go all out thugs, go in your house thugs
Talk shit, put blood in your mouth thugs
36 South stuck, stay on route thugs
You know how Mac play, quiet town, tie it down
I supply it now, by the pound
Might front you a Q if you buy a pound
If you didn't try it then, why would you try it now?
Think cause Mac rap, I wouldn't fire a round into your crown
I lay you down and retire you clown
And I clap niggas, nap niggas in the dirt
Pat-pat with the deuce deuce, it'll work
Bitch ass niggas wearin' thongs and skirts
Catch 'em early in the mornin' while they goin' to work
See you pretty motherfuckers stay stuck in the mirror
And you weak ass niggas only bust out of fear
I know y'all softer than them feathers that they stuff in a bear
I pack two barettas, never bust in the air
Twist your shit back, spit til my gat sits back
Pack four pieces like a Kit Kat. Heh, get that?
Cop Cris' by the six-pack, Range Rov?' Dot six that
Benz Coupe, drop six that
Buggy eye seven come out? Shit, took the six back
Switch the Double R, the Double R's are, gotta get that
You see how we play, pop Cris' on the E-Way
Soakin' the seat, gettin' drunk with Bleek
Or the Shark Bar, grilled salmon, poppin' Dom P
While you chicken when you chasin' your high with hot tea
Niggas flashin' back money like it's they money
Slap 500 on back of a three-twenty
I'm bringin' it to any nigga tryin' to shoot games (yeah)
With them bullshit buggy-eyed kits and CDs
Check it out, yo, yo
Well, I'm a lil' nigga don't speak, I tote heat
Here to shut down your whole operation on the street
Bleek, you know niggas just had to recruit this
My flow drool out like a old nigga toothless
Who would believe they pump Bleek with Ritalin
Too hyped up, but weed calm my adrenaline
Roll day on the strip, SK in the crib
Hundred crack viles, playin' the Benj'
Nickel nine gleam, like it's Armor All'd up
My squad be armed up, gotcha niggas' arms up
Who the fuck want what? Me and Bean's trumped up
Witcha town under siege, Dillinger in the sleeve
If my gun jam, you niggas'll squeeze on me
You niggas them cats, that'll call D's on me
I'm on on my off game, need a stadium for in stores
Floss chains and I pimp whores, stay smoked out
Shirt be poked out with the snub-nosed eight
Six to jump out, you eat what you spit
Motherfucker die clean
For you actin' tough cats, but in your heart you serene
I read your body languo
You off balance and don't wanna mangle
You want a challenge, get it brought to from every angle
This shit'll slow 'em down, I bet that
Your up front dough and your six, bet that motherfucker
Sassy Fox some brick money, cop me a drop
You know how I run it, 600, glassy top
Rock the light gray wrist shit, flash them rocks
The red, the yellow, the green, causin' traffic stops
Bitch please, never freeze, gonna blast the glock
Then I show a little cleave' and breeze past the cops
You talk slick but suck dick for money in y'all hand
I'm like, "Bitch, I got more money than your man"
While you get your knees scraped up, cum all on your glands
Shit, I'm in the V Twinz ballin' on you tramps
Y'all hoes greasy, so I keep the bitch easy
Rookie, fuck you know about glocks and pock' books?
You know Na Na rock that shit, Pra-da that shit
Es-ca that shit, Dolce Gabba that shit
Hollow points, top that shit, fuck you tryin' to aim
Pop that shit, yeah, nigga, Fox got that shit
You see the ice wrist shit, can you cop that shit
Chanel crocodile and ostrich shit, whoa!
You know my style, I be spendin' they cash
And I'll show their little dick some celebrity ass
And get 'em a brick, I know what style to get them niggas shit real
Well, fuck, I let 'em live and lick the tip of my shit
To remind 'em of some rose petals, candles, and shit
Or some hydro like the nigga grew a plant in my shit
So that's what it is, that's why them hoes mad at my shit
See my whilin' in the four-six, stylin' on they bum ass
Goddess MC, y'all bitches is little Foxes
I see my girls frontin', tossin' they little watches
Cris? I pops it. Fuckin' a nigga topless
Cats? I fouls on. Hoes? I styles on, nigga
Wear y'all out then air y'all out
Over here? Hustle from where, clear all out
Shit, greyhound bitch, stay down bitch
And y'all know Jigga sent me here to lay down shit
I will spray y'all niggas, will waste y'all niggas
Cause I fucked the nigga and paid y'all niggas
Uhh, uh-huh, Firm
Infamous
The Brook-lyn, Q-B
My mind is the drama, that got me lookin back
constant
Some Don shit, Foxy, get ready to
bomb shit
Blink a eye, missed the comment
The calmest, it's not a threat, it's a promise, yeah
Who be the, mahogany, mami, the slanted eyes
hold it down, Boogie Fox, you bitch niggaz strip
You web niggaz dead on, get fucked and wet on
Shitted on, I want a low, fuckin wit Don
like Ronald, thirty inch, fortistrano
Mill-ion, sophisticado, ill movado
The Firm's baby girl, my fam be my whole world
It figures, cause she'd die for them niggaz
Doe or Die status, ma-ma be the baddest
From Brook-lyn to Queensbrige, it's pure Havoc, Havoc
We on a job, fuckin wit Mobb
They had the drop on em, the slanted eyes peep the rocks on em
He kinda jig, and he bubblin big
Dig a hole holdin, so's watch his cash start foldin
And bet though, twenty G craps wet though
Nas you shoulda seen the nigga jet though
Had it on blast, shoulda seen me shakin all of my ass
Of course me, I threw the gas, thug nigga turnin real saucy
Firm lay low I'ma play if you say so
So stay close like I'm bout to twist babe bro
I laid it down, went a couple of rounds, and tried to flaunt him
I threw it on him, now he's right where I want him
Got my mind in crooked ways
Saturated up in Alize, you ain't a threat nigga
So get big nigga baby girl crossin over send your soldiers
Toucha fuck a rusher, this world is colder
like a, day in December 25th Son I got gift
from monkey, motherfuckers, that wanna rip
Get your shit split, pushed back, grill that ass don't look back
Respect this, like a Lexus repo man I took that
Five cats to death dog, like shop I'm gonna set more
handwritten obituaries vocal through my chords
Lights out... just pull the nines out
Let's find out, pointin shook ones, they pointin dimes out
It ain't hard, straight up and down, you get your deck pulled
My hand is full, of fake niggaz I position
Expensive intuition fuck a rap competition
Gat expo, get a grip and never let go
The tet blows, the rapper Noyd said, "That ass is wet though"
Triple P, paranoid plus petrol
Scared to death, put the pedal to the metal
Ghetto connections, Audi 4, take your section
You only get once chance, ain't no second guessin
We blessin, peepin your style, them never testin
Lessons of life walk the night witcha weapon
Fox Boogs, whattup, they get the jack, what the fuck
Lucked up, the thug nigga took a L nigga bitched up
The snake niggaz slither like Jake, ain't all great
Ain't no threat Dunn, fuckin with them niggaz that's fake
They got though, pushin a 850 auto, they sayin nada
They know The Firm gettin nachoes
Cheddar like whatever, I see money frontin in the Land
I got him, I got me a fuck and his man
Murderous mami, I threw the kiss, he was hist'
Oooh, shoulda seen that ill Roley on his wrist
It seem like he fuckin wit cream somethin mean
You'll be straight with his eight, and dead him on all his heron
Realistically, papi, is history, mami
I got this, chill Pa Pa, let me rock this
I'm fuckin wit fours to cock this, let me plot this
ice he nuttin nice, if he front, take his life
At the Shark Bar, fuckin wit Duke, him and his mans
Really frontin boo, got him the red velour Filas too
Here come my niggaz now in the black Hummer stuntin
Yeah that's The Firm, jig the fuck up and body sumpin
Whattup now Duke, his eyes cried from the inside
I seen all of his fears cause he about to fry
He looked at me, through his right eye, was like
"Mami why?" I felt fucked up, I can't lie
He was shook, 'Mega opened his chest, ain't nuttin left
but the sky blue Land, and that niggaz last breath
Last breath...
Yeah, it's not a threat
Uhh, Mobb Deep, Havoc, and Foxy
Duo, uhh, sick to death baby
Firm, Escobar 600, Sosa, Mega, Ice
Grand Wiz where you at baby?
Queensbridge, Don 'pu
[Barry White impersonator]Oh yeah, Foxy, one more thingAnd you can tell em Panama Slim said itThem other bitches are tryin to piss that outAnd they gonna get a lot of people wet
'Member Mossy, 'member the sweet dreams
'Member the cocoa leaves, 'member Sega Gene-sis
Now we live in love like Genovese, stash twenty G's ease
Crib in Belize please, forever cheese
Crib all fresh high-tech nigga, art deco
In the villa room, sippin Demi Sec, ohh?
Seperate the classiest from the nastiest
bugs, on some ninety-six ill shit
Niggaz used to rock Swatches and style 'member?
Now they 'bezle on the Rolexes chips like December
in Havana, the Cabana, Copa
Now Fox is flippin more chips than Oprah
Lizard skin sofa, ice flooded Don
like Imelda Marcos, the Donness, I be the peron
pure precon foot action Tone
like the Brax-ton, Fox nigga get your smash on
*resteraunt background noise*
[waiter] Welcome to the Shark Bar, do you have reservations?
[Foxy] Yeah, two for Brown
[waiter] Right this way
[man] Reservations?
[Foxy] Ahahahah
*piano keys, crowd background*
[Foxy] Baby
[man] Yo whattup?
[Foxy] We need to talk
[man] Talk about what?
[Foxy] I'm stressed the fuck out
[man] What are you stressed out about?
[Foxy] This relationship... this relationship!
[man] What?
[Foxy] This shit ain't goin right
[man] You fuckin crazy?
[waiter] Excuse me, excuse me
[Foxy] Calm down, you always make shit
[man] Yo what I told you about that shit?
[waiter] Miss Brown?
[Foxy] Nigga you always... yes?
[waiter] You have a courtesy call at the desk
[Foxy] Hold on baby
*Foxy gets up*
[Foxy] If I could take this back, I would
[man] Yeah yeah, whatever man, fuck you and your tits babe fuhreal
If I can play again I will
I should, go on back and play more, fuck that
Probably thinks that she's taken though
Yo motherfucker, we ain't come to talk, you bitch
[Firm] Yeah motherfucker The Firm nigga
[man] Fuck y'all talkin about man?
[Firm] Firm motherfucker
[man] Y'all know who the fuck I am? Y'all know who the fuck I am?
[Firm] The Firm nigga, The Firm... the Firm nigga
[nan] Y'all fuckin crazy?
*two shots fired*
One time...
Huhh, all up in ya like a bone when I...
Johnny Blaze, the Iron Lung
Foxy Brown, the Ill Na Na (yeah, c'mon, yeah, c'mon)
Destination... (c'mon, c'mon) plat'
Yo Na Na so Ill, first week out
Shipped a half a mil, niggaz freaked out
She's all about sex, pard-on, check your facts
and the track record, I'm all about plaques
Shakin my ass half naked, lovin this life
Waitin for Kim album to drop, knowin it's tight
Standin center stage, closin the show holdin a gat
Since you opened up, I know you're hopin it's wack
Niggaz, screamin my name on record straight whylin
Maybe I'll answer back when you reach a hundred thousand
This is ladies night, and the Mercedes's tight
When I'm coming home? Maybe tonight
Leave my food by the microwave, kiss the baby goodnight
It's my time to shine it's playtime tonight
I'ma try to stand my ground, know when I fall
I left your ass Home Alone, hopin I call
Who's got the illest pussy on the planet?
Sugar walls comin down niggaz can't stand it, the Ill Na Na
True Absolut Vodka, straight shots
for the has-beens and have-nots, dolla dolla
Real and it don't stop, we movin up
First the mansion then the yacht, sound proper
Straight cash get got, bloodhounds
tryin to hunt down the Brown Fox, the Ill Na Na
No more sexin me all night, thinkin it's alright
While I'm lookin over your shoulder, watchin the hall light
You hate when it's a ball right? Ladies this ain't handball
Nigga hit these walls right before I call Mike
In the morning when it's all bright, eggs over easy
Hope you have my shit tight when I open my eyes
While I'm eatin gettin dressed up, this ain't yo' pad
I left some money on the dresser, find you a cab
No more, sharin I pain, sharin I made
It's time to outslick niggaz, ladies sharin our game
Put it in high gear, flip the eye wear
Nas Ruled the World but now it's my year
And from, here on I solemnly swear
To hold my own like Pee Wee in a movie theater (uh-huh)
Yeah I don't need a man's wealth (yeah)
But I can do bad (bad) by my damn self (self)
And uhh...
Uhh... vodka...
Not... not...
Dolla dolla... stop stop...
C'mon c'mon... yah, it's the Ill Na Na
No more Waitin To Exhale, we takin deep breaths
Ladies take this over, I be Fox so peep this
Love thyself with no one above thee
Cause ain't nobody gon' love me like me
If he, don't Do The Right Thing like Spike Lee
Bye bye wifey make him lose his Nike's (uh uh, yeah)
Hit the road
Mami told me in order to, find a Prince
Uhh, c'mon yeah *laughter*
Brooklyn, Brook-lyn, take it back, take it back
If I... Fox Boogie, ragtop six drop
Get caught, think not, light Brown
Cause we're not to be stopped
If I...
I came up fast in this crap game they call a rap game
What the damn she's killin it again from that dame
Now every snake fake-faced O jig
I'm like, just don't sell me the 'Bridge, I buy lakes
Friends even bend rules, chicks I lent jewels
Says, "She's actin funny now, oh she's got money now"
Tryin to do my thing y'all, need you on my team
But you aint gon' stop my dream, or block my cream
I liked things better when you called me Ings
A year before Rap City, way before Screen Scene
'Fore they knew who Foxy was, you probably was
The first to keep it real wit all my secrets concealed
Things got ill the minute I got a deal
And my time got shorter and you was havin a daughter
Had to stop hopscotch, get off Iran
Damn I wish we were still playin jump
Chorus: repeat 2X
If I could take this back I would
If I could rewind the time to when it was all good
I would, take it back to when we said good-bye
If I...
My so-called man thinkin he slick cause I stay on tour
Thought he'd never get caught tryin to play on whores
I cried as my keys was scrapin the car doors
From the trunk, to the hood, by the wheel and the floor
Exposed my vulnerable side, had me open wide
Said you forever keep it real, but you lied
Was the first to feel inside, the Ill Na Na
Had me thirst when you whispered to me, "How it feel mama?"
Yeah, but don't hurt it, I like the way you work it
No Diggity, don't stop get busy
Blew up your pager, checked your clothes
Duked your house keys, stole your beeper code
What happened to the Mo's and the occasional roses
Massages and the bubble baths, rubbin my toes as
I realize you was just misleadin me
I shoulda known, you left your last chick to be with me
Chorus
Mommy dearest tried to prepare us for a lot ahead
You never heard, preferred to smoke your lye instead
On the one to one combo told me you'd die for bread
That's why I spend these nights, cryin in the bed
You had the deep dish six, your rep was widespread
I tried to intervene you said it was over my head
Said I'd never understand the plight of a black man
Right, but I'm tryin to keep you in my life
V.I.A. satellite, talkin them burn outs
Soon you had me whylin and you turned me out
Taught me bout how to win, the code of the streets
Luxuries and wealth untold it was sweet
And one night you asleep after work was chopped up
Felt somethin strange in my veins, I popped up
One foot in the house shoot flew to the horn
Got the cell operator, I knew you was gone
Chorus 1.5X
That's right, papa, that's right
How we do, yeah, Ill Na Na
Uh huh, uh, come on...
What up pop, brace yourself as I ride on top
Close your eyes as you ride, right out your socks
Double, lose his mind as he grind in the tunnel
Wanna gimme the cash he made off his last bundle
Nasty-girl don't pass me the world
I push to be not the backseat girl
Don't deep throat the C-note she float
Murder she wrote, and keeps the heat close
Firm nigga, we 'posed to be the illest on three coasts
Familia, bigga than Icos
Y'all, Danny DeVitoes, small niggaz
All I see is the penny heaters, that's all niggaz
No shark in this year raise it bigga
Fifteen percent make the whole world sit up
and take notice, Na Na take over
Y'all take quotas, to hit papa
Straight out the gate y'all, we drop hits
Now tell me, how nasty can you get
All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods
It's ripped, one thing for sure -- I'll be good
I'm 2 Live, Nasty As I Wanna Be
Don't shake your sassy ass in front of me
'fore I take you there and tear your back out
That shit ain't happened since The Mack was out
Uhh, rollin for Lana, dripped in Gabbana
Nineties style, you find a style
Right away it's the fit, wanna taste the shit
Put me on a bass, and throw your face in it, fucker
Na Na, y'all can't touch her
My sex drive all night like a trucker
let alone the skills I posess
And y'all gon' see by these mil's I posess
Never settle for less, I'm in excess
Not inexpensive DVS
To the two, that's just the way I'm built
Nasty -- what, classy, still
Well you can hoe what I got, roll with the rock
The fella Capo in the candy apple drop
Will tears fall to your ears if I don't stop
Can ya throw it like a quarterback, third in the lot?
Dig me, I get you locked like Biggie, wit Irv in the spot
Word middie, the cop 'n biddie
Uhh, I'm the bomdigi, punana
Sexy brown thing, uh, Madon' y'all
Make em turn over from the full-court pressure
to undress ya and shit all over your asses
I ain't playin knockin out at the Williams
I'm sayin, what's the sense in delayin
I'm tryin to run G from the P to the A.M.
I saw your little thing now I'm swayin, OK'in
Yeah... (ahhh
Firm biz, what is, Blackstreet
Na Na, steady rise, peep this out
(Oooh, (bab-bayyy), gotta get you home with me tonight)
(gotta get you home)
Hold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox
Gets my swerve on, floss pure rocks
In the six drop boo and it don't stop
See money lookin alright, yeah what up Pop
'Cross the room throwin signals I'm throwin em back
Flirt-in cause I, digs you like that
Peep baby boy style, hopin we match
You sent me Crown Royale with a note attached
It said, "You look like the type that, know what you like"
I could tell by the je-wels you go for the ice
Plus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice
I don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise
Meet me by the VIP let's pow-pow
Whisper in my ear like, "Boo let's bounce now"
I'm 'bout to say peace to my mans for you
When it's all said and done I got plans for you
He said (gotta get you home tonight)
Oooooh baby (gotta get you home with me)
Gotta get you home with me tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)
Oooooh baby, ohhhh
Gotta get you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon
At the bar high-post, frontin, I toast
Gettin my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin
You tryin to say the right words to get us out of here
Jackpot, what he said, "It's bullshit in here"
And his smile blind like the shine on his necklace
Mind tellin me no, body tellin me exit
Breasts said yes, give me more wet kisses, uhh
Twist my body like the Excorist, hey
The way he licked his lips he was mackin
True thug passion, I'm like, "Slow down before you crashin"
Never mind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you
or the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu
Marry who? Daddy please
I'm takin it all from the stash to the keys
So let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you
When it's all said and done I got plans for you
He said (oh bay-beeee)
Ooooooh baby, I need you want you in my life
Gotta get you home with me tonight
Gotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)
Ooooooh baby, baby I need you
Gotta get you home with me tonight
Right here
Grabbed me by the hand and led the way
Outside of the club talkin to Valet
Mind started to stray, million miles away
Contemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay
Jumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet
As he threw on Blacksteet casually
And we cruised the metro, on premium petrol
I sized up my thighs and couldn't let go
Ta-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High
like Toni, work me, take me I'm hot
I thought for a second and then my mind went
Sex all around the car, isn't it ironic?
Back to Reality, the Soul II Soul
Breathin heavily but still in control
Wants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef
With sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said
Tonight baby
Ooooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon
Gotta get you home with me tonight
Whatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)
Ooooooh baby, do it for you baby
I need it in my life
Gotta get you home with me tonight
Ayyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight
Fox Boogie Brown is bad as hell
Battle anybody I don't care if you tell
I excel, they all fell
Suited in Chanel, Fox Brown will rock the bells
C'mon, uhh, rock bells, ill
The Firm, c'mon, ride along baby
Whattup Da Da, yo!
Me and my Firm benos, rhyme to the death
The mahogany Mami, and shine like Pledge
Wouldn't suggest you try me, verses like Guillani
What? I hurt it on purpose like Bonnie
From the bottom to the T-O, P we flow
C.O.D., Cash On Delivery
Foxy ery-body watch me now
Got these rap cats mad can't stop me now
See the slanted eyes rise when I knock thee down
I got one question for y'all, haha, Papi how?
We don't playa hate we regulate in this camp
Y'all do whatcha can, we do what y'all can't
Amazing like Luther once the beat's looped up
Rock the bi-dells and tore your whole group up
It's Ill like Na Na when it feel like drama
boy, me and the click roll tight like ganja
See me Primadonna, breakin the nails
Here come the game of game, to get the cake and we bail
Know you tryin to get the picture but the frame is frail
We gettin richer, you wish you ran game this well
Rock the bells, uhh
Some players like it, and some of them don't
Cause I make a lot of cash and they girlfriends won't
Fox brawl swing in Hell gonna rock the bells
All you other MC's can't do this well, rock the bells
Rock the bells, uhh
From the, true borough, the B-K too thorough
Down in D.C., Touch Me Tease Me baby
C'mon, you know the tracks I get dumb on
Can't front on me, playa haters the Sun on
I regulate, Dan-non, down to Ra-mon
I swung on hits y'all couldn't get run on
Brown baby uhh, I been chromed out
This ain't nuttin new parked Benz on out
And I flows like, CK One
Somethin in they hoes like, she fakes none, aight
I'm the quintessential, mistress of the instrumental
Y'all could Wait to Exhale, I'ma vent a little
Set It Off like Jada, robbin the bank
I got this money thing covered, from the dollar to the franc
The pounds to the pence, it's like hustlin backwards
Nuttin y'all said made a ounce of sense
My moves be calculated, documented
No matter what you sell, I got you in a minute
Take a lot at your charts, watch me climb
Turn it upside down, six digits to nine
Inside out got reversable rhymes
We could go pop widdit or run the block widdit
Never before done til The Firm did it
If it ain't for the paper then nah we not with it
Got to stay driven so we can stay drivin
Boom to my whole crew, gotta pull a diamond
See me lookin hot in the crop Tercel
Gettin richer, you wish you ran game this well
Rock the bells
Uhh, is it raw
Uhh, uh-huh, to the core, uhh
I'ma give it to ya raw, give your more, uhh
Uh-huh, like that, yeah, c'mon, rock the bells
Rock the bells
Rock the bells
Rock the bells
Ill Na Na cap 'em, the Firm team can stop 'em
36 moves, 37 ways triple days triple pays
Na Na, Fox Boogie Firm momma, kineiver
Lady Gadiva, like Scarlet whichever O'Hara
It's hazardous, we lays the lazarus
Dip and probably find her behind the liner, three na na
So what the deal, God I kill for these three for real
You soar cause you bustin' off shit to get ya rocks off
The therough, the crime organized mad deniro
And six point one five desero like hero'
Team let's roll on 'em, watch 'em turn bitch
'Mega stole on 'em, that's how we play this
I slay this, copped the pair of fours fucked the draws
Really, his pretty had the nigga leary
Mad dipped in, Nas you flipped this
Sos with VSO's twisted, from seperate the real from the fucked up
We switch up, I gave the stroke though
Ill skin color coco, we loco love is love talk the tre' ocho
Status Illmatic, whatever raw dealer for real-a
Baby girl, yet it's La Familia
I die in a minute for 'em, so side dipped
The four poin six range rover the feelin' over
From Castilano to Columbo, easy the Genevezy
Firm stay jigged in trash and pass, I swear
You know the lose there, straight cop threes
Can't knock thees and drop threes, we cop cheese
Verse Two: Nature
Peace and diagnosis, properly supply the dosage
Leave them stuck like parol niggaz and breathes the focus
Nigga when I squeeze ya pleads is hopeless, we wet though
I jet from the block, niggaz can spot me like UFO's
Dressed the low, jumped in the Q front for who?
No need to stress it though, smokin' my dope countin' decimals
Recognize this, real thugs respect violence
The 1-9-9-6, some are rather dry snitch
Coruptfully, my whole team recieve ???? to be
Some are spare guns, shootin' fair ones in the public streets
Believe the worst, so it seems the whole team is cursed
We totured, drain the whole heat and squeeze first
Never ending tales, when niggaz fall but some prevail
They fake, callin' us together like four Navy war seals
Must I start pullin' jooks or place my trust in God
Force to cover my face, cameras held the case can solve
Ya faith disolves when hump against the next coming
For now I focus on Nature, bet I win something
Verse Three: Nas Escobar
I die for my niggaz, stick you for pies and lie for my niggaz
Plead guilty and get the chair and fry for my niggaz
It's essential that we all is there like ya mental
We've been through life, cold blood living simple
Though we learned from old dogs that made it, peeped who they played it
We rated and then evaluated, calculated age is weepy
The days that we see chips freely, beyond whips and TVs
Stock bonds, Lou flipped the CDs
Niggaz hate to see you on top, they'd rather be you what not
I keep the dessert evil poncot, spot the Vickidees guy quick
While poppin' shit that leave ya shot quicker than a hop skip
Specialize in fly shit, bs on my breath while niggaz gossip
On the tostic, I'm on some doe or die shit
Verse Forus: Az the Vizuliza
Check my lingo and all the white ice that make my rings glow
I've seen doe, got a dime wife who Sandimingo
Face it it's mathematics, basics far from fake shit
My mind is sacred, my spins shine like a cuban braclet
Egyptian pharoah, roll the coke that used to give me powder
Now I enhale from ???? buckshots through my double barrel
Beneath the town is how it's sounds travels, so what have you?
Keep minds bests, never stopping until they grab you
Used to bust shit down wit' test stocks and trust funds
Cheese and CDs so my seed can so touch some, the foulness
I once provoked is now behind me, it gonna take more than sellin' coke
To now to bind me, you had me thinkin' I got to push leek
To keep from sinking, that can out way life
That keep live niggaz from linkin', I saw it coming
That's why slowed down from from dumbin', most of my crew was runnin'
Can't even afford a summons
[andre rison]
Hey rison, runnin’ with fox
You shoulda seen they faces
Straight packin’ the kc from green bay
Back to j’ with the mami from bk
Hot tubs and yacht clubs is how we play
Even on the field it’s allowed to fear
Just call me mike tys’ cuz I got your ear
I’m hot, the shit, so it’s real, feel the fire
So yo, show me the money, type gerry mcguire
Me and mrs. brown the way it has to be
Is there heaven for a balla’? ask master p
It’s a season for changes, reason for dangers
Nintendo 64’s and four point six ranges
Triple beams away I cripple teams for pay
Me say it’s for the sign on the cartier
It’s matching cars and super bowl rings
Cuz real playa’s do real things
[foxy]
Real nigga’s do real things
Nana got her eyes on you
See that’s how I plays
Kinda feeling baby boy since his green bay days
Huh? believe that, ain’t no deceiving that
Definitely tryin’ to see that
Can you put it down right? lemme wide-receive that
Uh-huh? lemme flash that mac, it’s phat
In fact, we can make it happen with my double platinum
Stay stashin’ in the twin five matchin’
Please, stay they yappin’
See me rock to nuthin’ but the platinum rings, stylin’ things
Get up in your stacks and take a little (*edited*)
Good taste (*edited*) make you shake
They see me knock your skirts in, I’m ’bout it
See them flames all around my name?
Ill nana? definitely do her thing, feel the fire
Keep me flyer than the average with no marriage
Lay my thing down and control y’all little (*edited*)
Stack it up, hear you having chicks tattered up playin’
Switched on a (*edited*) from the falcons to the chiefs
No way (*edited*) I holds it (*edited*)
Old soul, no effect, break me off, snatch yo man
Dead go plans, make ya (*edited*) feel (*edited)
Rich stay flooded? na, you the illest
1 - [both]
Is you wit it wit it?
Yeah, I’m wit it wit it
But should I hit it hit it?
Nah, can not get it get it
Is you wit it wit it?
Yeah, I’m wit it wit it
But can I hit it hit it?
Nah, can not get it get it
Yo, is you wit it wit it?
Yeah, I’m wit it wit it
Then let me hit it hit it?
Nah, can not get it get it
Is you wit it wit it?
Yeah, I’m wit it wit it
So let me hit it hit it?
Only if I get it get it
[andre]
Dream team ’99, the receiver
Who’d a thought we’d make it hot like a fever
All my dogs and cats the guard mine
And I touch (*edited*) on the fifty yard line
Balla’s recognize y’all know that dre flow
Be like bill clinton with the presidential role
You won’t catch me without a dime
And so whatchu want, cristal, dom p, or mo’
You call the play, we could do it on the creep
Don’t let me find out that your girl’s a freak
She can come see me if the dough is right
And front the eighty inch on a monday night
In the back of the benz, six coupe, drop top
All up in her (*edited*) cuz the chiefs don’t stop
Y’all cats ain’t know it’s all ’bout the game
Burn the house down cuz the mic’s in flames
Burn it down
Make it hot
Burn it down
Make it hot
Burn it down
Make it hot
Burn it down
Make it hot
Repeat 1 until fade
(shimmering memories.. up in the studio gettin low)
(listening... it's the realest shit I've ever wrote)
This is a letter
From Inga
To my mother, and my brothers, and my baby
Dear Mommy, I apologize
I know it's because of me that your life is traumatized (and)
it's cause of me that at times you wanna die
But you was always there when your little Na Na cried (and)
When the media said Foxy's ill
You was there when this fame almost got me killed
When I was in the hospital, could not be still
Only you knew the reasons why I popped these pills
And to my friends I love them and I know they care
But, time after time, you was always there
When I did the Vibe cover, holdin my crotch
I was wailin, while you prayed for me hopin I'll stop
Sorry for the times I didn't tell the truth
And I'm sorry for the times when I yelled at you
I love you mommy, sorry that's happened
Please pass the letter to Gavin
(shimmering memories.. up in the studio gettin low)
(listening... it's the realest shit I've ever wrote)
This is a letter
From Inga
To my mother, and my brothers, and my baby
Ah yea oh oh oh yea..
Gavin, dang, where do I start
You knew it all, you was there from the start
My cold deed the ear to my heart
Just writing this tears me apart (see)
Seemed like yesterday when I signed my deal
Brought the Benz, and put you behind the wheel
I wanted you to know that I did it for us
And I wanted you to know I was committed to us
And of course the long way, we had our disputes
You didn't care for some of the things that I would do
But you still watched my back, complete and the same
You're the one that used to school me, and teach me the game (see)
Whether I'm here, or dead in a box
Keep my name alive, you know no bitch is better than Fox
I love you, tell ma I'll never forget her
Let Ant read the rest of the letter
(shimmering memories.. up in the studio gettin low)
(listening... it's the realest shit I've ever wrote)
This is a letter
To my mother, and my brothers, and my baby
Ohhh I love you yeaaah
Anton, don't let this letter get you down
Dagg, I hope I didn't let you down
I made my mistakes
I was young in the mind
But you gotta admit, I was one of a kind
Remember Miami when you fought my man
Can't imagine how mentally lost I am (memories)
Never knew life could be so painful
Tell daddy I love him, and I'm still his little angel
I'm all cried out, I feel like I wanna go
Can't take this no more
I want my life like it was before
My life so raw
Love you Ant but I can't write no more
Ohhh come on come back home
Memories, Memories..
Ohh I'm so sorry
I want my lover
Yeaaa this is my letter
To my mother,
and my brothers,
and my baby
My my my baby
Please, listen
Listen to me
Oh somebody listen
Listen to me
Come on home
Rarararararara
Memories...
Oh I love my mother
And my brother
But what about my baby
Oh my baby
Listen to me listen
Keep the family
Come back home to me
Oooohhhh... My letter
My letter..
Ugh, Ehh, Uh!
(What, WHAT!) (What's bumpin', Baby Cham, Fox Brown) Uh!
Fox Brown, Baby Cham
Ugh, Kingston, Brooklyn, WHAT! Dave Kelly, Can't stop this, We did it again
What?! What?! Uh!
HY-YAH!
How many times I gotta let yall bitches know I'm,
Why, so many bitches wanna take my flow I'm,
Too hot, Too dope, Flow like that pink Cris and Momosa
Who the fuck dope-ah? (Ehh!)
Niggas wanna run up in my spots and,
Every nigga wanna pull off on my frock and,
Me and Cham do that Yard-Hip Hop and,
Y'all can't fuck with us, We keep niggas boppin' (Let 'em know now)
Tell 'em ah who bwoy we are dey friend
Love to sit in Charlie's in the Benz's or BM's
Our life, Ya livin' right
Get them benjamins, aight? Let them know I'm only in it for them (Holla at us now)
I let dem' know already and I'm tellin' dem' again
We on another level, Fox Brown ah set the trend (We on another level)
Head's boppin' and, Collars poppin' and, Prada rockin' to the end (Can ya feel me?)
Breaker, Breaker
Party under take-ah, Niggas wan' be dyyyy-in', And I am no fake-ah
Send 'dem niggas cryyyy-in' back to Jamaica
Muddafuckas tryyyy-in' to be a shake-ah
Ya didn't know they shouldn't mess wit' people from Jamaica
Baby Cham and Foxy Brown, now we take the cake-ah
Drop a bomb on them, Now it's like a earthquake-ah
See, that Fox is movin' like a snake-ah (You heard me?)
Ah whatta day when the tables will turn
whatta day when the tables will turn,
Ah whatta day when the tables will turn
whatta day when the tables will turn, (Wey eh)
whatta day when the tables will turn
whatta day when the tables will turn, (Yo)
whatta day when the tables will turn
whatta, day when the tables will turn,
Throw ya hands up, Whyle the fuck out
Raw little peachy, Bust the screechy (Eh!)
Sippi tah, Uh, Sippi tah, Uh, Sippi tah, Uh, Sippi tah, HY-YAH!
Grab a cup ah stouse and, Show 'em watch yall 'bout
Yall can't deny us, We dare yall to try us
The best to ever do it, So throw ya hands to it
And hit the dancefloor, What the fuck yall came for?
Hot shit, Ill Na Na, MadHouse, Lock this shit down
Nigga what, We don't get a fluck
Big pussy like Sopranos, Young Fox ride big cock my nigga
Sorry... is all that you can say
Years go by and still
The words won't come easily
Like sorry, like sorry
Forgive me... is all that you can say
Years go by and still
The words won't come easily
Like forgive me, forgive me
But you can say baby, baby can I hold you tonight
And maybe if I told you the right words, ooo at the right time, you'll be mine.
I love you... is all that you can say
Years go by and still
The words won't come easily
Like I love you, I love you
But you can say baby, my baby can I hold you tonight
Fox so hot.. ya can't fuck wit me
Fox so hot.. ya can't fuck wit me
Fox so hot.. ya can't fuck wit me
Fox so hot.. ya can't fuck wit me
Oooh, Nana - F-O wit the X
Pretty boy, Brooklyn
Alright okay, alright, c'mon
Mmm.. I said it, what?
That bitch is lethal, uhh..
Whoa.. ohh shit; Na Na come through (Clue, Clue, Clue)
Pretty and crisp, y'all hoes pop shit
I keep my gun cocked (Clue, Clue, Clue) and my bitch spit
Yes, who the ras wan' test me
Original, don gargon that bitch
I'm the reason bitches ride dick (dun know)
I'm the reason why they like cock stiff
Fox is the only reason
Why them bitch wan' run gwan' buy fake tits like
Who the fuck is y'all aimin for?
If it's Fox, fuck you ain't name me for?
Like I told you before, I'm B.K.'s illest
Dangerous bitch, B.K.'s realest
Heat play wit niggaz, clap gun, I rap don gargon
Rapper slash model
The whole round robin, so don't y'all get suspicious
I'm big gun cock Foxy, y'all Likkle Vicious
And niggaz feel this..
Ya can't fuck wit me
Na Na, so hot, make you wanna say
Fox so hot
So hot, make niggaz say
Ya can't fuck wit me
So hot, make you wanna say
Fox so hot
Na Na, so hot, Na Na, make it drop
Ya can't fuck wit me
Uhh, who da ras (?) chat but sound like who?
And outta all niggaz I'm like "Please not do," uhh
Niggaz talk slick then plead to the crew
Got some grimy lil' niggaz that'll eat y'all food
Nigga, don't talk to me 'bout Fox spit rude
I'm the same bad gal, same cocky attitude
Like, ain't nothin changed, stunt gal, sick bod'
Mash up on mah blood clot Range like "Ay!"
And naan bitch fuckin wit Fox like
Whoa; original big gun cock bitch
And naan bitch wanna see Fox
Naan bitch, wanna see me likkle gun pop
Like, and if any bitch step on my crocks
Thats a automatic hot one through ya Datsun, seen it?
Make them niggaz drop they toungues and
Before they done make 'em drop they ones
Tell 'em any nigga comin can't come for free
See I'm three times dough, bitch I'm no joke
I'm, one in a million, nigga types too
(?) As long as ya "Chyna Doll" is indefinitely
We H-O-T-T-I-E's, yes
Not many can do it like, do it like..(?)
Mhm, I hate niggaz that love to pull rank
Can't fuck and when they nut niggaz shoot blanks
I'm sorta like Jessica Rabbit
Fuck who? Bitch don't move without carats, nigga
and that's my motto - fuck me today, buy a house tomorrow
and I don't feel sorrow, mmm
Especially when I wind up my waistline
Make them niggaz L.O.I. to the bass line
Whoa
A wha de blood claat dem fool dem
Who the fuck told bitches they could do what I do
And all of a sudden all y'all bitches got accents too
Bad gyal, bitches can't do the shit that I do
Sometime a gal figure it cool - hoo hoo hoo hoo; whoa
I tell a motherfucker this
Some niggaz nowadays move worse than a bitch
Ans as for this chick, me love bum flick on bad man dick so
Got the pussy; I got the live fo'
I'm a grown ass bitch with my own ass shit
Now heat dis and I wan' chat me a go BUSTIN a secret
Y'all big bot-ty man, ya have look man bottom
Pussy watchman, you a trace gyal patton
Fuck who, niggaz wish they could fuck me
Like they never seen a hot gal act like we
Big bumba claat star, push hot car
Big hood, and love back way all day
And the way my man fuck, can't even stand up
And when he gets stiff it cum like ten dicks
Take it through my hole right through my appendix
I got a message; whydontch'all motherfuckers sit on this?
From a puss hole, dis man we shot down
If a fass hole fi dead man we back down
If a gun shot fi bust man we clap down
An if a riddim fi ride man we rock down
Out of all the broads in the game, Fox is the baddest
Picture me fuckin with a nigga half my status
Bad gal bust big gun and no wan' see me back it
Move ya bumba hole, bwoy gwon mind ya jacket
How dare y'all motherfuckers even spit my name
Cool na man, 'fore I have you X'd out the game
And tell dem all you young pussy like sugar cane
And buck yat take beer owed by queer, oh dem where dat?
Bet you wish you lucked up, and got a quick nut
Wouldn't fuck you if I was horny, or pissy-ass drunk
Lucky I don't fuck around and get you stuck up
Waitin outside your studio, collect your dub bucks
Bitch - fuck around and get that nigga gun buck
Outsider fully loaded with the gun stashed up
In front of cactus, chrome fo'-fifth
And a bag of full clip for niggaz with loose lip - FIYAH
How many times I got to let y'all bitches know I'm
one of a kind, can't fuck with mines
See when Fox in the place, pure hotness a gwan
when I bust wine we na watch ya face, gwan
Ya too fraud, sound ridiculous
I'm the only Trini bitch that can kick yard shit, FIYAH
that can kick yard shit FIRE
What you know about skin out and bruck out
Like a bad gyal bunny hot style, pop pure style
Look at this wannabe's comin around me
Sick of thes fake G's tryin to clown me
Why these/you niggaz be tryin to drown me
Yo Fox and $hort, yo
Don't let that pretty shit fool you, yo
I ain't pay that bitch phone bill
This is for all my ballin' ass bitches
All over, worldwide
Shake them thighs for them hots
For all my niggas on every street corner
That's right, love y'all niggas
This is for the baller bitch, you all a bitch
My nigga's never call her bitch, we all be rich
So $hort, what you mean?
I bet I be a poor girl's dream
More money than she ever seen
This is for the baller cats, all the cats
That want a bitch to lay on her back
The hell with that
So Fox what you mean?
Bet I be a poor nigga's dream
More money than he ever seen
Yo, yo, kiss the projects goodbye
I'mma change you bitch
I'mma have niggas thinkin you a famous bitch
Here's the keys to the Benz, but don't start the car
If you good I'mma let you park the car
From a straight broke-ass to a baller-bitch
They got no other choice but to call you rich
I got hella fly ladies, never cry ladies
Those cheat-on-they-man type tell a lie ladies
Diamond rings, platinum chains
Tell 'em "Baller Bitch" when they ask your name
I say strut that strut, walk that walk
Pop that shit, talk that talk
Hold your head high, be proud of this life
Pray to God that you never fall out of this life
'Cause it's much more better than all world scenes
Bitch, open up your eyes, it's a poor girl's dream
Kiss that jail shit goodbye, I'mma lace you, nigga
I'mma have bitches thinkin' you a famous nigga
Blaze the keys to the crib, have you lovin' this life
And bitches, ain't nothing fuckin' with a thug in your life
And them frontin' ass niggas who be caught in the hype
Like they OT and ain't sold a drug in they life
I got husslin' ass niggas, thuggin' ass niggas
Always on some shit, never trust them ass niggas
Bust your guns niggas cop your ones
And tell them "Big Baller" when you flash it once
Nigga lock the bar down
Show these cats how it's done
Then slide through the hood and go fuck with your duns
Call me what you want, I been heard the worst
And if it's Cris' in this bitch
Bet I'm poppin' it first
And if the 700's come, I'll be coppin' it first
So whenever you see some hot shit I'm rockin' it first
Shit, droppin' a verse
The pot in 'em choppin' it first
Basically when I ride-by, I'm hurtin' them worse
So now boo, what you gonna do?
You see how quick I got you
I'm the most critically acclaimed, rap bitch in the game
Coast to coast, stash the gat in holster girl
Dark skinned, Christian Dior poster girl
Mo' rockin Timbs bitch and the Gucci loafers girl
Niggaz say I'm too pretty to spit rhymes this gritty
Fuck y'all thought? Be dancin around in suits like I'm {Diddy}
Pretty, show niggaz how we run this city
Respect my name, Boogie nigga, stay in ya lane
Like The Hurricane, rains on bitches like Sugar Shane
And dare one of y'all rappin chicks to mention Fox name
"What's Beef?" Beef is when bitches think it's sweet
See y'all frontin in the streets and let my gat meet ya
Oh yea, We coming for you
Oh yea, We coming for you
Oh yea, We coming for you
Oh yea, We coming for you
Oh yea, We coming for you
Oh yea, We coming for you
Check, uhh
It's like I'm in my own fuckin world, I speak how I feel
Sometimes I feel like I'm just too fuckin real
I love to stack riches, no disrespect y'all
I respect the rap game, but I don't fuck with rap bitches
I'm speakin from my heart
It's not that I'm too good, I'm just hood
Been like this from the fuckin start
Since I bust my gun in ninety-six
Y'all never see me flick up with them fake-ass chicks
Bitches smile up in your face, turn around and pop shit
You a industry bitch, I'm a in the streets bitch
I might breeze through Prada, Chloe or Tiffs
But, other than that it's just me and my six
Oh yea, We coming for you
Oh yea, We coming for you
Oh yea, We coming for you
Oh yea, We coming for you
Oh yea, We coming for you
Oh yea, We coming for you
I dream filthy
My moms and pops mixed it with the Trini' rum and whiskey
Uhh, proper set off
Six sped off, gats let off, I speak calm
Gangsta, and pours off like Screechie Don, bwoy
Who y'all know rock Prada like Fox
Pop bottles in the back of the cellar with Donatella
Cartier wrist wear, Pasha Kay face
Got niggaz stand in line just to get a sneak taste
Act like y'all don't know I keeps gat beneath waist
And like a hundred thou' each crib in each safe
When Fox come through she have a gun in the place
I'm like Marion Jones, what, who the FLUCK wan' race?
Listen, never trippin, never catch Brown slippin
Fuck, y'all only nice around mics like Pippen
Shit, to all my thugs that's Blood'n or Crip'n
I'm still shittin, still lowridin and switch-hittin nigga
Oh yea, We coming for you
Oh yea, We coming for you
Oh yea, We coming for you
Oh yea, We coming for you
Oh yea, We coming for you
Trini.. yeah yes, Pretty Boy
(99 Def Jam) I said it
Fuck y'all bitches want, whoa
I'ma stay poppin shit
Anybody want it? Come see me, what?
Fame.. yagga..
I flows sicker like, tote quicker like
Na Na pop shit like spit hot shit
Bitches love to gossip, catch me in my crop shit like
I spit flame bitch fuck's my name? Na Na
Like, I'm the bitch Prada wan' pitch
Rude gal, back court, big gun
Big tings a'gwan like, I'm undisputed
Now y'all got to bow when you see me, fuck's my name? Na Na
Like, I'm the bitch pushin big 6
Likkle broad, five foot, pop big shit like
See my clique, ride big dick like
Swiss hole y'know? Handcuff shit like
Supreme bitch, y'all broads is ancient
I'll bank your whole shit, top draft pick like
I'm the Prince Nasheem of this shit
Come test me; and leave with your vest swiss cheese like
(Na Na be like) Flawless ice shit
Sassy-ass chick, I started this shit
(Na Na be like) Big bone gal
Whoa, light-er, come smoke the skunk ya
(Na Na be like) Yagga yagga yo
Say we nah sucky duck iffa we ain't a name brand, eh
(Na Na be like) Runnin this here
Bet I have y'all broke bitches all runnin this year, whoa
My wrist thick, light gray shit
Call me, Sunsplasha, Don all wetness, whoa
I switched up, put the 6 up
E'rybody want chop 6, rock bald wrists, whoa
I've done this, spit hotness
Na Na tote big fifth; fuck's my name? Na Na, whoa
And my pussy niggaz wan' lick
And my big tits son a wan' come kiss
I'm me, all no see when I want rudeness
And you 'onna 'ere come spit bullshit, whoa
I might care, but I won't go there
I might rock this, but I wan' come stick, whoa
I'm the chick that'll drop my shit
'fore a eedyot nigga wan' pay nice price whoa
It's my life and I wan' live like
ah art gyal dis and I wan' sound like, whoa
Bitches wan' test my aim; I spray sick like lunatic
Shit better keep pushin your shit back
Ya nah threat me, oh you wanna try Nani?
Beer gun shot, I need a Punani-dani
Woof, (??) yagga ya suck ya (?) mouf
Pussy what big gun inna ya mouf gal
Eh-eh, eh-eh, Na Na talk greasy what?
Eh-eh, eh-eh, an' who de ras wan' see me
Eh-eh, eh-eh, my diamonds is "Blue Streak"
Shit Tito brand, money wash my hands, Sopranos style
Eh-eh, eh-eh, Ruger in Chanel purse
You think you're nice bitch, spit behind my verse
Eh-eh, eh-eh, eh-eh, eh-eh
So bow down bitch, fuck's my name?
Na Na, wha wha? Na Na, wha wha?
Brooklyn baby!
Oh, in a suburban club, one shot.
Murder, murder, yeah...
... bullshit...
She's a ballerina dancer Shwaty,
Not a hip-hop artist...
I'm still popping this shit, nigger...
And put my Gucci on like...
Keeps me the... , nigger like I'm...
I'm broke, bitch you better...
... bitch, wanna hit on facts, aha
And ten years later she is Nicki Minaj.
Yes, and... looking like I live
... my booty made all shit,
Fuck the whole ass!
My niggers ain't jealous, just...
All the niggers buy Channel and a bitch should chill us,
Find More lyrics at
But the...
Just wipe it off my city...
So what does this bitch does? Kincky, kincky.
I repeat it, repeat it, like a... in a bullshit...
Bitch, I will not surrender,
My bitch is about to give me this,...
Brooklyn we'll be at you, taking the home,
It's just my tits on, and my microphone.
... being witness to the rise and the fall,
I just can't believe you all!
You see the murder, murder, the murder machine,
Uhh, I mean damn
Me and you forever hand in hand
I'm married to The Firm boo, you got ta understand (understand)
I'll die for em, gimme a chair and then I'll fry for em (fry for em)
And if I got ta take the stand, I'ma lie for em (lie for em)
It's me and you, hand in hand (forever)
I'm married to The Firm boo, you got ta understand (that be we)
I'll die for em, gimme a chair and then I'll fry for em (fry for em)
And if I got ta take the stand, I'ma lie for em (uhh, suga)
Whattup Firm we got these niggaz cornered, so maintain
I got the drugs here, a good amounts the bed behind the back stairs
Like twenty grams plus the caravan
I left the keys by the safe, erase the phone and flip the license plate
Got all the phone calls tapes, and all the weights and ice
to get the dough and the guns, and then we straight
He had the block locked he knew the spot block
On some real web shit to get your spot knocked by killer cops
Tryin to get your shit rocked, he don't know, cause all along
We was plottin to drop on the low, he straight snitch
He don't know how it go, he saw Nas in all the Lex
Then a triple GS, foreala, I kinda think he got a
feeling I'm squealing me and Tone was on the phone
Probably thinkin we dealin this bug, make sure Un got all the guns
His man Son had the whole mob of arsons
runnin through Parsons
I mean damn, me and you forever, hand in hand
I'm married to The Firm boo, you got ta understand
I'll die for him, gimme a chair and then I'll fry for em
And if I got ta take the stand, I'ma lie for em (lie for em)
It's me and you, hand in hand (hand in hand)
I'm married to The Firm boo, you got ta understand (forever we)
I'll die for him, gimme a chair and then I'll fry for em (Nas, AZ)
And if I got ta take the stand, I'ma lie for em
Check it peep the plot, so when I beep him y'all be creepin
Cormega know the spot, diminish him, 'Mega finish him
We power, the whole team shinin through like Ma rule
Worse come to worse we got shorties layin on forty-first
They want The Firm som'in awful, to tax som'in
The way we style have a nigga tryin to blast som'in
I guess the way we politic em probably got the niggaz
I know they layin like "Dunn, we got ta stick them niggaz"
In due time, they probably see the Apple sour
and once, we takin over, they'll realize The World is Ours
The faggot niggaz don't deserve bein CREAM
A bunch of snitches on the same team, tryin to reign supreme
Brooklyn Queens thing, we lionhearted never dear departed I mean
You're fuckin with Scarlett O'Hara
Desert em like Sahara, shit you never heard The Firm strictly murderous
Gun is out punana, The Firm's First Lady organizer
G'damn, me and you forever, hand in hand
I'm married to The Firm boo, you got ta understand
I'll die for em, gimme a chair and then I'll fry for em
And if I got ta take the stand, I'ma lie for em
It's me and you, hand in hand
I'm married to The Firm boo, you gots ta understand
I'll die for em, gimme a chair and then I'll fry for em
And if I got ta take the stand, I'ma lie for em
The General, soak time, my partner in crime, Nas and 'Mega
Gon' cry together, shit get real, we gon' die together
I'm like whatever for my team through the cheddah
through the CREAM we gonna stay together, it's Doe or Die
Through the slanted eyes, I organize family style
Lady Godiva, forever Firm Fox Boogie never lonely
We were wed in Holy Matrimony, whatever
Whichever, however, uhh, Firm style
I mean damn, mean and you forever, hand in hand
I'm married to The Firm boo, you got ta understand
I'll die for em, gimme a chair and then I'll fry for em
And if I got ta take the stand I'ma lie for em
It's me and you hand in hand
I'm married to The Firm boo, you gots ta understand
I'll die for em, gimme a chair and then I'll fry for em
Ughh, gimme some
Ughh, yeah, yeah, yeah, heh
Ughh, get sticky wit it
Ughh, get your name back
Not that, ughh
Nigga wanna lay up on my couch, watchin' cable
Hands all in his pants, feet all on my table
Niggas I don't know, rollin' 'dro
Optimo', blow you got to go nigga, out the door
Tryin' to throw some hints
It's the first of the month, time to pay some rent
You could send them niggas home and hit the streets
Cuz you been layin' up chillin' in this bitch for weeks
Know that ice is nice and sticks is sleek
And the fridge is full, but the shit ain't sweet
Nigga get cause to floss, keep shit that's new
Sure, you could charge it but the bill is due
See ballers like you gotta pay to play
Y'all Big Pun niggas gotta pay like you weigh
You could come by, shit, but you can't stay
Let my girl Mya sing what I came to say, c'mon
- Cuz ain't nothing going on but the rent
You got to have a J.O.B.
If you wanna be with me
Cuz ain't nothing going on but the rent
You got to have a J.O.B.
If you wanna be with me
I need a heavy trick with a deadly dick
With a Benz two-thousand SE 6, 's watch, whatever
As long as the Bezzy sit at least three
TVs in everywhere
I ain't tryin' to go to court for child support
In a crib cramped up, fighting for Pampers
I don't want dram's wit' ya'll baby moms
Nigga, all I want is Cartier Charms
Been tryin' to take it there, fuck the movies
I'm a red carpet bitch, nigga, world premiere
Shit, I ain't your average I-got-to-have-shit
And I'm a shopaholic, with a heavy shoe habit
Not one two, I need a few karats
Nigga try suffer, buy a stiletto
And I gotta have them Perotta bags
And them shopping sprees and alotta cash, c'mon
If you wanna fuck, I could spend
If you wanna front, gotta go
If you got dough, let 'em in
If you go broke, it ain't the end
Remember how you did it before?
Let's do it again
You could start from the bottom
Take it to the top
Start it from the Hoopty, end it in the Drop
Wanna know the secret how you stay on me?
You gotta get on, stay on your J.O.B., c'mon
The following previews have been approved for all audiences
by the Committee For Audiovisual Sound
On the mean streets of New York, everyone has a crew
Now the music industry has one of their very own
Violator Entertainment present
The most thrilling trio since Three the Hard Way
Yogi, Chaddeo, and the Mighty Hah
The Cru
Uhh, uhh
Can you feel it?
Now once upon a time let's see if I remember
Back in January (nah chill it was December)
Also coming...
In the Summer of '96 we saw Nas Escobar captivate an entire industry
Little did we know when he stepped through the door
The Firm he represented would be right behind him
The kid got his own Firm, tch, de canta mari con Cormega
Mamaow
From the most lethal conglomerate on wax
Foxy Brown, AZ, Nas Escobar, and now introducing
Cormega the Executive
This how it went down
Add to undergrowth therapy, now surgery
A nigga wetted me but, he didn't murder me Dunn
I survived, he thought that I died
Now it's time to throw the nine clip in, mission revenge
Once was friends, but that shit's dead
That stupid motherfucker shoulda shot me in the head
(BOOM)
And now for our feature presentation
TrackMaster Entertainment in conjunction with Violator Entertainment
Bring to you... Foxy Brown
The album
"What the hell do you think I'm runnin here, a chicken coop?"
Foxy, the word's on the streets from New York to Cali
You're the one
But you gotta be careful
There's a lot of haters in the game
"This bitch rose thirty-seven thousand five hundred dollars workin part time"
Ya know somethin Foxy?
You're headed for the top... top...
Straight ahead
And when you get there, you gotta stir it allll up
You see you're gonna make so much money
When you walk down the street
They're gonna think your pockets got the mumps
Welcome to the Shark Bar, do you have reservations?
Yeah, two for Brown
Right this way
Reservations?
Ahahahah
Baby
Yo whattup?
We need to talk
Talk about what?
I'm stressed the fuck out
What are you stressed out about?
This relationship... this relationship!
What?
This shit ain't goin right
You fuckin crazy?
Excuse me, excuse me
Calm down, you always make shit
Yo what I told you about that shit?
Miss Brown?
Nigga you always... yes?
You have a courtesy call at the desk
Hold on baby
If I could take this back, I would
Yeah yeah, whatever man, fuck you and your tits babe fuhreal
If I can play again I will
I should, go on back and play more, fuck that
Probably thinks that she's taken though
Yo motherfucker, we ain't come to talk, you bitch
Yeah motherfucker The Firm nigga
Fuck y'all talkin about man?
Firm motherfucker
Y'all know who the fuck I am? Y'all know who the fuck I am?
The Firm nigga, The Firm... the Firm nigga
I I I DON'T CARE
I DON'T CARE
Yo, consider me a roll model if there's beef in the club
I'm that lil' white bitch that's gonna throw bottles
Me and the fam has this whole model
Fuck you, fuck them, fuck all uh yall
So what if this is not the kids?
So what if there's a hundred labels that got the bid?
So what if I dreamed the devil never dared me to sin?
So what if the industry compares me to him?
So what if I write hard?
Or is it really just a big fuckin' deal cuz' it's comin' from a white broad
So what, hear me so what?!
If I bring it most of these rappers gon' fold up
I don't care if I might be on top, I can give a flyin' fuck
If you like me or not
So what if you think I'm not the illest chick?
I don't care you still gotta feel dis bitch
I don't care
To all the hatas that be lookin' to fade us
We not concerned wit what chu put in the papers
I DON'T CARE
We stayin' focus while you try to provoke us
We never cared that industry notice
I DON'T CARE
Don't give a FLUCK (fuck) niggas know I'm BUCK
Niggas know I'm reppin' they don't fuck wit' me
Bitches know I'm 7 go head get slick
Tick this bitch off get cho highway to heaven nigga
Slick shit hot shit I'm so gutter
If I die tomorrow I reserect through my young brotha
Oh Gawd got to warn yah first shawty spit hard
And she rollin' with the Brown broad
Young Fox don't co-sign shit niggas know she gotta be a live bitch
If we fuck wit her
Niggas know how the fuck I flow
It's a rap I'm so back it's a double high mode nigga
Please believe it's the BK pretty broad
Code D is a white sex in the city broad
Out in that field we get it crunk we cruise pop
La La La La La
It's the motherfucking B-R-O-W-N
Whoa
Slow your roll niggas
It's about to go down my niggas
I'm outta control still
Bubble slow and
Low in the rov and
Spit stick flow I'm a problem
Niggas
Y'all can't fuck with Boog
I'm too hood
F-B the rap Angelina Jolie
Everything from Carty to Chloe
Posha here little Fifthmar there
Nigga
It's not a game on the mic I'm insane
Snatch back my lane I'm a vince
Carter this
Brown pimp the game and still reign
Since the days of Kane numb 'em like cocaine
Niggas read my lips
Nigga we won;t miss
Get gangsta girl
Gangsta
Still reppin the K gun in the waist
Hit by the Neptunes
Throw in that bass
Yeah y'all niggas got a problem
This year
I'm focused man (holla) from my blue and grey Pradas
Rov and 6-4 I'm the locest man
Hotter than dope man
I'm different dog I'm outta bitches reach
Y'all bitches take heed this bitch is deep
One lesson learned ain't nothing sweet
Body a broad I dont play with these broads
Y'all broads be killing me with that chatter
I go at one bitch the rest of y'all don't matter
Fuck around like y'all want it
With Brown
My knuckle game vicious
I'm shutting shit down niggas
Get gangsta girl
Gangsta
Gangsta Boogie (nigga)
Gangsta Boogie (bitch)
Since a little young broad
I been spitting this flame
Smack the shit out one y'all broads
Yall mention Fox name
Lord it's a shame I'm such ahead of this game
And you know she's a hot bitch
When they dirty your name
Give a bitch the 5 minutes of fame
Lot of broads ain't acting the same
Not that I knew 'em
But I passed them on a couple of corners
Racking that brain
and the 2 top bitches kinda slid off they game
And at the time I was going through my personal pain
Them the sorta things kinda drive you insane
Bitch betta thank God you slid in the game
Bout to kill bitches back
Man it's a wrap
Gangsta girl
Ahhhhhhh yeah... without a doubt!
We up in here chillin, this is the Kiiiiiid Capri
And I'm in the house with Foxy Brown
For the nine-pound, plus one
And we got things goin on, in a big way in here
YouknowhatI'msayin?
So what we gon' do right now is want you to get involved
in what's about to happen, yo drop that Foxy
I'm Don like Perignon, peep me
Continously to (take money) indeed
They keep frontin my Firm'll keep sumpin
Fox uh-oh, freak sumpin
B-12 Coupes flossin, high-post, off me
Killin em softly, like Fugees
My lah be straight cheddar, in K sweater
Them pussies fuck dicks, raw dog shit
Bubblin mad chips, hard in the six
Where we at (BROOKLYN!) uhh and you know that
Niggaz'll get dismissed so peep this
I flows on like heron
Don like Deion, rewind the Ill, uhh, Na Na
Layin in the telon, Stone like Shar-on
Let's see, niggaz say he really, yappin about
How that dick be all that, he blowin backs out
please, I was in the drop three it was D
and his man from D.C. on some straight P.D.
I ain't mad Pa Pa, do your thing, get your thug on
Keep holdin, and I'ma keep rollin
Now let me hear ya say UHHHH (uhhhh)
ah Na Na, Na Na (na na, na na)
And let me hear ya say UHHHH! (uhhhh!)
ah Na Na, Na Na (na na, na na)
And let me hear ya say UHHH (uhhhh)
ah Na Na, Na Na (na na, na na)
Ah let me hear ya say UHHH! (uhhhh!)
ah Na Na, Na Na (na na, na na)
Well here we go
You know the Na Na is all that
That's why I get briquettes, and lazarus, and all that
In fact, my sex games, all that
Cause when I do my thing, no turnin back
Bet that, I be stashin in C-10
Chrome Lauren, shittin hard in the Benz
Morocco bremen, niggaz scheamin
Shoulda seen em, 850 y'all be men
Gettin his wild on, frontin at the bar
Guzzlin that low, kiko (who he tryin to style on?)
Courvosier sipper, all day
He was ballin, sway while the beat is 360 ways
Anyway, I continues to floss
Iceberg shit on the ass of course
That's how we plays, high-post all day
Come round my way, see a true player play
Fox Boogie, straight ballin all day
You know how I do nigga, Firm way, hey
Now let me hear you go UHHHH (uhhhh)
ah Na Na, Na Na (ah na na, na na)
And let me hear you say UHHHH! (uhhhh!)
ah Na Na, Na Na (na na, na na)
And let me hear you go UHHHH (uhhhh)
The Ill Na Na, Na Na (na na, na na)
Ah let me hear you go UHH, UHH-uh-uh-UH, uh-uh-UH-uhhhh
(na na, na na)
When it come to niggaz I'm game tight, game alright
High-post, I plays, the frame all night
Alright, life's ill, push twenty mil
easy, unplugged, fucks with, only thugs
Pretty niggaz too but I'm, seein you, uhh
Definitely I'm, untouchable, hair
strokin the Na Na is like cocoa
Bitches a dime go loco for that flow doe
Shit, it's dangerous, peep the wrist, uhh
Explain this, rocks all crisp
Chicks fuckin for nuttin, please mama
betta get that cheese, villainese, on her knees
Tell her fuck the mink, she want a persian Land
frontin, from where he talkin cribs then he sayin sumpim
Sexual status, we's the baddest
Girls, we got the weapons, niggaz, got to have this
Pure shan Don frontin, to start sumpin
He buggin, lustin over nuttin, cause I'm gone
Rrrahh, yeah word up this is the Kid Capri
along with Foxy Brown, big shouts to The Firm
Big shouts to the TrackMasters
Big shouts to all my people in the Boogie Down B-X
Word up, and everybody all over the world!!!!!!!
Cause it's goin down like that
as we gon' get this money
Through this hard times, the negativity, the jealousy
Yo Carolina Blue six - hottest bitch on the block
Used to Willie Ducatti, Saco, Prada kick
High school, got signed wrote them platti hits
Tito was the same shit, got a platti wrist
They say I'm stoosh cause I cover my bush
In that Dolce Gabbana, I'm a hot little mama
The number one stunna
Slim, skin copper
Like bare bra, I'd eat that gravy proper
You got a money fetish
You wanna see me where your bed is?
Playboy y'all got to give me five letters
Like Prada, Jacob, Fendi boots
C. Dior, clothing, suits
Range Rover, Gucci shoes
First class, flat class, Paris
Don't hate me cause I'm ballin'
Lord take me if I'm fallin'
I think I hear them callin' me
Why the keep on callin' me?
Don't hate me cause I'm ballin'
Lord take me if I'm fallin'
I think I hear them callin' me
Why the keep on callin' me?
If I was to die, it be too many cowards alive
Fox Brown, Bonnie minus the Clyde
And today I'mma make this one promise to God
Even if I go wood, I'mma keep it so hood
And I got chills when I signed my deal
And I shed tears when Biggie and Pac got killed
It's only one other broad that really got skills
She's alright, but she's not real
Brown, I'm hot with no rehearsal time
And I stays on tour like the circle line
Ain't a bitch that could emulate my classic delivery
I rep' New York like the Statue of Liberty
Mentally I'm in my own zone holding my spot
Fox, basically I'm the female Pac
And it's like my life is a thesis
Sometimes I feel like I'm talking Swedish
Y'all niggas don't get it
And me I'm balling, the streets keep calling
Lord take my soul I feel like I'm falling
Don't hate me cause I'm ballin'
Lord take me if I'm fallin'
I think I hear them callin' me
Why the keep on callin' me?
Don't hate me cause I'm ballin'
Lord take me if I'm fallin'
I think I hear them callin' me
Why the keep on callin' me?
Before me there was many but none so hot
They had no other choice but to run they spot
Rock since 15 I was bound to ball
Think it's time to run my resume down to y'all
See, Touch Me...platinum
Ain't No...gold
Total...500,000 sold
Ill Nana...2.8
The Firm...another mil
Then Chyna Doll came, it's pretty much the same
And anything we rap about you see us do
Now we stay in demand like PS2
Lot of planes, lot of cars, a lot of chauffeurs
Lot of Gucci, lot of Louis, lot of Proda loafers
Couple dollars and with that I bought my Range
Pretty adn Reg got a lot of ass off my name now
Yeah I'm balling the streets keep calling
Lord take my soul...I feel like I'm falling
Uhhhh, uhhhhhh
Let's do it, we're startin'
Uh, come on boogie boogie, uh, uh
Lets do it, let's do it, DMX, come on
I been playin' bitches all my life, from that hoe to my wife
You think I give a fuck, like you don't know I'm livin' trife
Strife and struggle, bitches with pussy on the juggle
Little shorty named Tomika from 25th who can smuggle
Cheese to that Columbian Connection
From that cross-the-water section
Baby nine-seventeen, try for protection
Injection of that shit I'm kickin'
Got you stickin' niggas you got love for
Bring 'em up, touch 'em with the buzz saw
Bitches slingin' rocks, swingin' glocks, bringin' knocks
Holdin' down the fort even when it's steamin' hot
Money's being got but honeys actin' shady
So I hit it with 5 between the 380's
Can't fox a 300 Mercedes
Time like this bring out the savage and shit
Bitches ain't keepin' it real, so I'm damagin' shit
I'm on that scavenger shit, and I'm hungry
Fox with the Dog, it's about to get ugly, for real
Aiyyo
- Ya bitches suck a dick
(Ya'll niggaz eat a clit)
Yeah, you think you fuckin' slick
(Ya'll niggaz ain't shit)
Ya bitches suck a dick
(Ya'll niggaz want this bitch)
You think you fuckin' slick?
Ya bitches suck a dick
(Ya'll niggaz eat a clit)
You think you fuckin' slick
(Ya'll niggaz ain't shit)
Ya bitches suck a dick
(Ya'll niggaz want this bitch)
You think you fuckin' slick?
Nigga fuck you, eat a fat boy
Do' I stacked on pussy, platinum and lace
Ain't no smile on my face
Shit, burn up by the waist
Fuck him right to the safe and tell him
Crack the bitch before I blast his bitch
Ya'll know Na-Na come through
Dime-chicks, iced up, minked out, rolly 6, light grey chrome 6
Go to ask, wanna fuck? Then throw the cash right
'Aye bitch needs some dick in they life
Make 'em cop you with rock or just copy some rocks
Take it all from his dumb-ass, slide on his bum-ass
I want some shit and I'm hungry, Dog with the Fox
I taste just like candy, candy
I taste just like candy
So dance with me
Yo now let me paint y'all a whisper
Fox pimp hard, quiet just like a whisper
Don't get it mixed up
Bad little sista
Not bad meaning bad, but bad meaning good
Damn I'm so hood
You should see me in them jeans
It's hard to describe and
Being cocky is just a part of the vibe
I might stop and holla and pop my colla
Maybe a little conceited but that's always needed
Love attention when I'm passing by
And I show a little cleavage and I catch his eye
Just the thought of him eating, I was outside soaking
Duke standing locing, mouth wide open
I walked over, licking my lips
And adjusting my tits and switching my hips
Shit he threw his hand on my waist
Looked in my face and said he wanna know how I taste
I taste just like candy
So dance with me
I taste just like candy
So dance with me
I taste just like candy
So dance with me
I taste just like candy
So dance with me
Now just imagine me nude, stretched out
Be all over the news if this gets out
So bad that the press might ban me
Now how bad you wanna know if I'm sweeter then candy
What would you risk? Would you put up the car?
Taste my na na in the rain on the hood of your car
Or the back of the plane
Nipples all out, bent over the sink with my panties in your mouth
When my dark skin complexion steps in
Won't take no questions to get him and uh
The thought of Fox give men erections
And get real stiff at the sight of my tits
Now we can role play
You be the pilot, I'll be the stewardess
Boy I ain't knew to this
When I lay on my stomach and throw my legs back
Y'all probably won't know how to act
I taste just like candy
So dance with me
I taste just like candy
So dance with me
I taste just like candy
So dance with me
I taste just like candy
So dance with me
I taste just like candy
So dance with me
I taste just like candy
So dance with me
I taste just like candy
So dance with me
I taste just like candy
So dance with me
I'm real sweet like a candy corn
I'm in your thoughts late night when your boys are gone
Picture me, t-shirt, no panties on
Or maybe topless, homie I'm priceless boy
The kind of girl that love to talk shit
'Specially when I'm on top
The whole show stop
Even though I'm sweet
Ain't nothin' sweet
Let me know when you're ready to eat
I taste just like candy
So dance with me
I taste just like candy
So dance with me
I taste just like candy
So dance with me
I taste just like candy
Ughh, let me show ya how it go down
When you get three of the illest bitches
Together on one track
And we all got attitudes
- I'm a mother fuckin' bitch
(With an attitude)
I'm a mother fuckin' bitch
(With an attitude)
I'm a mother fuckin' bitch
(With an attitude)
I'm a mother fuckin' bitch
(With an attitude)
I gotta case for spittin' in a mother fuckers' face
Me and my ace, crunk calicos strapped to the waist
A hundred in the clit' blastin'
What cha'll motherfuckers eyein' me fo?
Alias Chyna White, Gangsta Boo on my right
And Mia X to my left, why y'all motherfuckers thugged up
44 bulldogs and tear the whole motherfuckin' club up
(Tear the club up, feel me? Uh)
I sets motherfuckin' friends for bitches
Make 'em feel shit, real bitches recognize real shit
Only one bitch put it down like this
See this shiny ass shit on my wrist?
See them shiny ass shoes on my six?
And I know ya'll know them thug ass do to my clique
When it's beef, Na Na stash this heat for all y'all asses
My bitches roll them nats since gats is popular
We 5-7 droppin' ya
It ain't no limit for my three bitch mafia
A certified hairdresser (Mama Mia)
Known on the streets for drama
When my bitches meet some heat they call Mama
And I'm comin', gunnin' everything up in my way
But it ain't always gotta be about the gunplay
I gots to say (for real)
My right and left AKA Dumb Hoe Beaters
Black-sizin' while his jaws, y'all know Mia
A street bitch 'bout street shit
They ain't no attitives in this bitch
I live this raw dog
To all y'all backstabbin', two-face motherfuckers
Double talk and get y'all crunched in both your dick suckers
I buy the ruckus aye' day, whatchu gon' do 'bout the crew
Cuz my clique's all true, true niggas, true game, true paper
Keepin' up with us, trust the true then break it
Take the shit outside or start it in the club now
Y'all gon' tear it up then I'mma shut the bitch down
Die bitches, everywhere you go
Bitches is dyin', bitches been dyin' for over 400 years
I'm a mother fuckin' bitch
(With an attitude)
I live a rich life nigga so that makes me undefined
Got them bitches mad cuz your niggas is all mine
So, I guess that means I'm just the shit
Straight up blaze, the wrong lady to fucked wit
You lay your ass on the fuckin' ground, don't speak!
Watch I'll bloody up you seat, leave your ass all nice and sweet
On your monkey ass, when you take the mask, try to run with mass
Go down, infra-red on your monkey ass
Gangsta Boo be wit it, what the fuck you tryin' to do?
Your Power Ranger crew scared of us
We thought we told you, we coming through tearin' clubs up
Bitch in the reins yellin' hit a motherfucker
And give her the damn thangs
Nigga the, ready to carry nigga?
Tighter ass
Yea, hunh you like tighter
Oh yea
Oh ya bustin' that hole
Hole, hole, hole
Bustin' that your motherfuckin' man hold 'em
Take this motherfuckin' I say
Oh hold now, bustin' that
I'm bustin' at your motherfuckin'
Ooh, ooh bitch got the bomb ass pussy
Ooh you got da bomb
You know I got some bomb ass pussy
Ooh you got da bomb
You know I got that bomb ass pussy
Ooh you got da bomb
You know I got that bomb ass pussy
Ooh you got da bomb
You know I got that bomb ass pussy
Ooh you got da bomb
Ooh be him, go down
Ooh you got da bomb
If it ain't about my paper (paper)
The bitch don't call me
(Bitch don't call me)
Cause I'm about my motherfucking business (my business)
So you can kill that talking (kill that talking)
If you ain't got no motherfucking confrontation
Then keep on walking
(Watch out there now)
Cause I'm about to show you what you paid for when you came here
Put your hands up, let's get this motherfucker started
Who could talk about that money better than me?
Who could stay so hood femininely?
Who stay on 5th Ave spending them g's?
Who's just as controversial as Eminem be?
F-O-X-Y, East Coast, West Side
Who the fuck really want come test I
Don't start no shit tonight
You know them gangsta Brooklyn niggas is quick to fight
But we 'bout our dough - you know how that go
You know Brown come through with the hot ass flow
And go straight at them, quickly go platinum
Still cocky, wrist still rocky
Real chunky niggas still want me
Still touring and shopping in every country
Fox, Pooh and Pretty run this city
If it ain't about my paper (paper)
The bitch don't call me
(Bitch don't call me)
Cause I'm about my motherfucking business (my business)
So you can kill that talking (kill that talking)
If you ain't got no motherfucking confrontation
Then keep on walking
(Watch out there now)
Cause I'm about to show you what you paid for when you came here
Put your hands up, let's get this motherfucker started
I came here to take my dick out, LOOK OUT
If you ain't 'bout that sucking, fucking, smoking or drinking
The hooker GET OUT
I ain't come here for no foolishness
I'm cute as Lil Bow Wow but throw bows like Ludacris
Let me through here, let me bust something
Let me do this shit
The original booth, ain't no fucking duplicate
Passportin' when a pen on the pad
You gotta fuck me right now bitch, I'm the man
Dropping 12th Ward B's on 'em
Bitch I'm loaded so don't ask me about no motherfucking weed aroma
Yeah I'm Grammy nominated
When the 'Lou says James Brown ain't been this animated
Bitch I thought I TOLD YOU
I'm the rappin' Ray Lewis, nigga I'll fold you
That's how these niggas get they shit knocked down
From fucking with Mystikal and the chick Fox Brown
If it ain't about my paper (paper)
The bitch don't call me
(Bitch don't call me)
Cause I'm about my motherfucking business (my business)
So you can kill that talking (kill that talking)
If you ain't got no motherfucking confrontation
Then keep on walking
(Watch out there now)
Cause I'm about to show you what you paid for when you came here
Put your hands up, let's get this motherfucker started
Foxy thing, watch yourself
Show me what you're working with
Foxy thing
Without that cash, what the fuck I'm gaining
Stop your complaining
When rappers fade, Fox is remaining
If you shoot just watch where you're aiming
This is real, it's not entertainment
The same way I ball I could quickly fall
But nah, I'm still here, till I retire
With them chrome things filling my tires
To my niggas in the slammer, with y'all stiff hammer
Ain't nothing change, titties still bananas
Still slim, still the prettiest rap broad
No bra, nipples still hard
Yeah La Pearla strings and Belvedere
How the fuck that little bitch do that there?
If it ain't about my paper (paper)
The bitch don't call me
(Bitch don't call me)
Cause I'm about my motherfucking business (my business)
So you can kill that talking (kill that talking)
If you ain't got no motherfucking confrontation
Then keep on walking
(Watch out there now)
Cause I'm about to show you what you paid for when you came here
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