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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? Uhh 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 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 [Cormega] 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* [Rich Nice] 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?" [Barry White imitator] 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 Can you dig it... dig it... dig it |
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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) |
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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, Pee-Wee 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 |
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[Foxy] Yeah... (ahhh [echoes])
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) [Verse One:] 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) [Chorus: Blackstreet] 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 [Verse Two: Foxy Brown] 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) [Chorus: Blackstreet] 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 [Verse Three: Foxy Brown] 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 [Chorus: Blackstreet] 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 Gotta get you home with me tonight [etc.] |
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[Foxy] Uhh uh huh Firm [Havoc] Infamous [Foxy] The Brook lyn Q B *chorus* [Foxy] My mind is the drama that got me lookin back [both] constant [Foxy] Some Don shit Foxy get ready to [both] bomb shit [Foxy] Blink a eye missed the comment The calmest it's not a threat it's a promise yeah Verse One: Foxy Brown 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 Verse Two: Havoc 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 *chorus reversed, Havoc takes the main and Foxy joins in starts with "Son it's the drama" instead* Verse Three: Foxy Brown 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... *chorus, Foxy alone all parts* (repeat 2X) 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 The whole Brook-lyn, pretty boy |
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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 |
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Yeah, Brooklyn...Brooklawn
If i...If i... I came up fast in this crap game they call a rap game wit a damn she's killin' 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?? chicks i lent shoes, says "she's actin' funny now, oh she got money now" Tryin' to do my thing, ya'll, need you on my team, but you aint gon' stop my dream, or block my cream, i likes things better when you called me -ings, a year before Rap City, way before Screen Scene, before 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 hop scotch, get up and run, damn, i wish we were still playin jump CHORUS: 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 cuz i stay on tall, thought he'd never get caught tryin' to play on whores, i cried as my keys were scrapin the car doors, from the trunk, to the hood, ? wheel and the floor, exposed my vulnerable side, had me open wide, thought you'd forever keep it real,but you lied, was the first to feel inside, the ill nana had me thirst when you whispered to me" how it feel mama?" yeah,but dont hurt it, i like the way you work it, no diggity,dont stopmget busy, blew up your pager, checked your clothes, duked your house keys, stole your beeper code, what happened to the mo' and the occasional roses, massages and the bubble bath, 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 and lie instead, on the 1 on 1, combo told me you'd die for bread, thats why i spend these nights, cryin in the bed, ya had the deep dish 6,you said it's over my head, said i'd never understand the plight of a black man, right, but im tryin to keep you in my life, V.I.A satellite, talkin to burn outs, soon you had me wallin and you turned me out, told 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 somehtin' strange in my veins, i popped up, one foot in the house shoot,flew to the hall, got the cel operator, i knew you was gone... CHORUS |
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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 *chorus* Nowhere to rest nigga, nowhere to hide It's a high speed chase and death is on my mind Will I fall or fail who call the shots it's all real Firm, get on your job, niggaz, what the deal (repeat 1.33X) Mahogany Brown laid it down, shoulda seen her Threw the heater, to the grill, it was real Pure steel, my niggaz peel murderin, gunnin through Queens in Beams, forty-four chrome, Mac-11 stow it in they jeans Pretty thugs, Firm team hold it down, we hold the crown Got it locked rock shop, heron caught Out of town breeze through, he had a Z2 baby blue no clue, we had this whole life planned Call the fam lay low, Firm style let it flow *chorus* (repeat 2X) He was dressed, in a sky blue Guess Eva wrecks, we played the left, no threat We had him shook, couldn't look, dripped sweat He coulda fried, I seen his eyes, yeah nigga 'Mega fly, Doe or Die, fifty eye ay Cop way Firm stray, high stake Boo Ill booth how we do, Boogie top gun Phillipine black thing, you know the stee Dunn A-filliation, caramel brown Ill style complexion, you know the deal How we roll, like a vir-gin, on the low Yeah Boo get your swerve on, how we do crew Boog's got it locked bigga, for the crew hold it down niggaz fo' peala, fo' killa Fo'reala, hoe squeala, they know the deala Shit is reala, Firm for real *chorus* (repeat 2X |
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Intro: Method Man
One time........ Up in you like a bone (echo) Johnny Blaze the Iron Lung Foxy Brown The Ill Na Na Yeah, yeah destination, come on, plaque. Foxy Brown: Yo Na Na so ill, first week out, shut the house and let niggaz freak out, she all about sex, part on, check your fax, on a track record I'm all about black shit getting my ass half naked, loving this life we can camp out and drive, you know its tight, send us to the stage and closing the show holding a gat, since your opening it up I know your hoping us wack, niggaz screaming my name on record straight balling, baby I'll be back when you reach a hundred thousand, this is ladies night, and the Mercedes's tight, when I'm coming home? Maybe tonight, be my boo, I them kissing the baby goodnight, Its my time to shine its playtime tonight, I'm trying to stand on my ground knowing if that I fall leaving your ass alone, hoping that I call. Chorus 1x Method Man: Who's got the illest pussy on the planet? Watch the walls coming down make you cant stand it, the ill na na, true as a blue Vodka, straight shots has been have not dollah dollah, vanilla on the dumb shots, we moving up from the mansion in the yat you got a problem? straight gas hit, one ounce hunt down the brown fox the ill na na Foxy Brown: No more sexing me all night, thinking its alright, while looking over your shoulder watching the whole night, you hate when its the phone right? ladies this isn't hand ball, niggaz help these balls before I call Mike in the morning when its bright light eggs over easy, you hope you have my shit tight when I open my eyes when I'm eating getting your ass up, this aint your pad, I left some money on the dresser find you a cab, no more, shiffier my pain, shiffier I made, its time to out slick niggaz, ladies share my game, put it in high gear fuck the ear wear, Nas ruled the world and now its my year, Islam here on Nas sweared hold on my own like Pee Wee in a movie theater, yeah I don't need a mans wealth, but I can do bad on my dam self. Chorus 1x Method: uh, vodka, not not not, dollah dollah, stop stop stop, the ill na na Foxy Brown: It no more waiting to exhale we taking deep breath's, ladies take this over, Nas peep this, love thy self with no one to bug me, cause no one going to love me like me, dont do the right thing like Spike Lee, Make my wife and make him write rhymes like these, hit the road mommy told me ignore her and find a prince and kiss and told. Chorus 1x |
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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 *sung chorus* No one's gonna love you, the way I do Nobody, I can love you better No one's gonna love you, the way I do Nobody, baby your best bet is me It was the floss thang, for them niggaz to thug walk thang and for the chips, Reebokses and New York thang Small thang, and to the hottest, Goddess Caramel skin-tel, try this, and die the hardest Heartless, it was cool to shoot skully He's remind me, something like R. Kelly Back in the days, maxes and cresses Now it's 6's with chrome rellies, and BBSes Undress this, no deal, no skills off this and from where I was holdin, before this Bad chick before all this, peep the wrist action Fendi sell ices around the bezelle No sale, suited up in Bendel, Boogie Oh well, could tell, I floss well, uhh Peep the hustle, steamed shrimps and mussels Lampin, in the Hamptons, quarter mile from Russell's *chorus* If we was all Don like DeMarco, runnin crazy niggaz, won't be haters, ballin, like briqueze Presedential suites at Ramada, in Nevada Cheese like Ricotta nigga, bet I'm droppin twenty G's on roulette, playa, what you bet? The Cris have a nigga trippin wet, uhhhh Seven figs on a bet, 84 be 48 Five on the plate, high stake, indo Bet they went from Pujos to pushin Benz-o's Dippin on a van whip with the dipped Lorenzo's The sassiest, mahogany Brown Switch from, rockin lottoes to coppin movados Peep the mix like mulatto, feel on Tryin to chill on the ville sit back and get these mill-ions Yeah, now you ballin, please Your stash wasn't swollen till my dough started rollin *chorus |
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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 [Foxy Brown] 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 [Kid Capri] *chorus* 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 [Foxy Brown] 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 [Kid Capri] *chorus* 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) [Foxy Brown] 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 *second chorus with slight variations* [Kid Capri] 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 We up outta here... love |
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[Jay-Z]
That's right, papa, that's right How we do, yeah, Ill Na Na Uh huh, uh, come on... [Foxy] 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 Chorus: Jay-Z 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 (repeat 2X) FOXY: I'm 2 Live, Nasty As I Wanna Be JAY-Z: Don't shake your sassy ass in front of me 'fore I take you there and tear your back out FOXY: That shit ain't happened since The Mack was out [Foxy] 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 Chorus [Jay-Z] 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? [Foxy] 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 (ahh, shit... uh, uh) Chorus |
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Oh yeah Foxy one more thing And you can tell em Panama Slim said it Them other bitches are tryin to piss that out And they gonna get a lot of people wet "Two hundred and thirty eight thousand dollars worth of dynamite is Fort Knox and penny |
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[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, till it hurts Got em sprung, 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 up in here, what? Work niggaz, like you one of the live niggaz Fly niggaz, known to handle a pie nigga Chick in a, 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, bout to make it three My name will forever ring Got em screamin "Damn Fox!" on erything, hell yeah for the paper rip a hot track 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 Perotta 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] |
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