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from Def Jam 25: Volume 8 - Girls Just Wanna (2009)
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) |
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from Def Jam 25: Volume 6 - THE # 1's (Can't Live Without My Radio) Pt. 1 (2009)
[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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from Def Jam 25: Volume 3 - It Takes Two PT 1 (2009)
(Foxy Brown)
Pa Pa just keep me laced up In the illa Case be,Issac Mizrahi Fuck around with Dolce Gabbana 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 1 for me You're the only 1 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 u 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 luv 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 coupes 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-ice Repeat 1 until fade |
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from Def Jam 25: Volume 1 (DJ Bring That Back) (2008-1997) (2009)
[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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[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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Lord have mercy, I'm so controversy
Bet you've never seen a star cry I gave you my life My blood, sweat, and tears Hip-hop's bad girl for ten f**kin' years Lord have mercy, I'm so controversy Bet you've never seen a star cry I gave you my life My blood, sweat, and tears Hip-hop's bad girl for ten f**kin' years See I know how it feel to wake up f**ked up How can the spectators say Fox is stuck up How can y'all judge my life, like I ain't have struggles Sometimes I feel like I live inside a f**kin' bubble I work hard for mines, baby, I'm a thoroughbred And I don't care what channel 5 and the haters said I will not cower, I will not conform I've been through this rap shit too long And everybody wanna know 'bout Fox Bet I'm the most controversial young rap bitch in hip-hop And please don't shed me no tears, I need y'all prayers Feds on my back, tryna' give me five years And my P.O. stay tryna' violate me So I make sure my piss is clean, my wrists is gleamin' And my whip is sick, my six is mean Paparazzi take flicks and see how the bitch lean I'm every black girl's dream Controversy sells, I was taught at sixteen I spaz if you tempt me Only black bitch to get press like the white bitches, Paris & Lindsay Lord have mercy, I'm so controversy Bet you've never seen a star cry I gave you my life My blood, sweat, and tears Hip-hop's bad girl for ten f**kin' years Lord have mercy, I'm so controversy Bet you've never seen a star cry I gave you my life My blood, sweat, and tears Hip-hop's bad girl for ten f**kin' years Allow me to tear it all down You gotta get the f**k back up if you fall down Can't stumble or crumble, or let 'em see you drown And I swear with every tear that I cry - I'm here now Imagine how it feel to see your world torn down This is not Fox that's speakin - there's no more Brown Let me reintroduce myself and tear the wall down Hold up - Let me take the platinum plaques all down Let me take off my jewelry, the ring by my middle finger Nice to meet you again, Hi, My name is Inga I cry real tears - cause I'm a real person Look beyond my fur coats and Chanel purses Put aside the Christian Dior, and look inside my soul And see I'm just a little insecure I'm just like y'all - but I probably hurt more After thirteen years I feel I deserve more And I single handedly changed the whole rap game Bust a shot when y'all mention my name - Blockaaa, Brown Lord have mercy, I'm so controversy Bet you've never seen a star cry I gave you my life My blood, sweat, and tears Hip-hop's bad girl for ten f**kin' years Lord have mercy, I'm so controversy Bet you've never seen a star cry I gave you my life My blood, sweat, and tears Hip-hop's bad girl for ten f**kin' years Only a bum bitch snatch bags and all that It's 2007 - what the f**k you call that? Yeah they jumped me - I had five bitches on my back And I emerged unscathed without a mothaf**kin' scratch About an hour later, got all my shit back Every mothaf**kin' piece - bitch, I AM the streets I'm Brownsville to Bedstuy, Flatbush, and the East What other rap bitch could touch Brooklyn concrete? Home of the crooks, and - step in any hood in Brooklyn Bet you'll still see my Louboutin footprints |
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from Foxy Brown - Brooklyn'S Don Diva (2008)
Number one baby
Black Hand, Movado, gangsta Ayo, I gotta do this with my stylin? voice Ayo See it's the Louboutin leather pump Don Diva Get my Kevin Chiles on call me Don Diva I?m in the Zac Posen, strapless with the back open Back loc?ing tossing petals off of Black Roses This is more gutta, this is more crack And I ain?t change, I been the same bitch before rap The only thing that changed is my ass got more fat But my titties been crazy baby You ain?t gotta ask who back, you soft bitch move back Had BK on my back, even Shawn couldn?t do that I cruise all slow in the S-Class down Classen Pullin' up in traffic on Nostrand and Patchin' I took six years off, I let 'em have rap And y?all bitches played with it, I came to snatch it back then Put it back on the project bench And made every gangsta nigga want a dark-skinned bitch We?re on fire, we ain?t stoppin? 'Cuz I really, really wanna know what?s happenin? We?re on fire, we ain?t stoppin? Since a chick want a nigga and a clubbin? We?re on fire, we ain?t stoppin? 'Cuz I really, really wanna know what?s happenin? Makin? paper, money stashin? Since I really, really wanna know what?s happenin? So wanna bloodclaut this man, bad gal 'bout here Drips out the pussy them na friend gal 'bout here Bitch now the body sting round here Big star body, kill off every dirty gal roll near Bitch bust a shot and fiya Two shots fiya, fiya, put the pussy pon fiya Yes Iya, dress fliya, hoppin? out the Bentley coupe On Flatbush and Empire Y?all rap bitches, I will ruin ?em My reps for the boostin? bitches with them bags full of aluminum One love to Tu and them, Clyde, Shyne and Shoe and them Chaz, Prince and Graff the whole fuckin? crew and them Can?t forget Scruce and them, Shabar and Dew and them Kev, Wedge, Draft and BIG I ate food with them Y?all know Fox run the block bitches It?s the Fox bitches, for the bloodclaut bitches, murdah We?re on fire, we ain?t stoppin? 'Cuz I really, really wanna know what?s happenin? We?re on fire, we ain?t stoppin? Since a chick want a nigga and a clubbin? We?re on fire, we ain?t stoppin? 'Cuz I really, really wanna know what?s happenin? Makin? paper, money stashin? Since I really, really wanna know what?s happenin? We?re makin? cheese, slowly with ease With small fuck these easily from the G?z The goons from the land of kings Her breasts me squeeze all night, she make me pleased You want promote the gangsta life and hustle Now my girls approach you and know boy can?t bust with And now it?s all fine and they all come sit We?re not goin? nowhere, don?t fuck with this Yes, Fox I?m back baby and I?m still with the hand still Still in the hood, nigga still on the block still Still in the Benz baby, still in the drop still I?m still in the chinchillas, still move wit them killas, woah Besides that I got my hearing back The same attitude like what the fuck you staring at Homie, my case is beat, I?m still spitting heat Who ya know rep it harder than me, Brooklyn We?re on fire, we ain?t stoppin? 'Cuz I really, really wanna know what?s happenin? We?re on fire, we ain?t stoppin? Since a chick want a nigga and a clubbin? We?re on fire, we ain?t stoppin? 'Cuz I really, really wanna know what?s happenin? Makin? paper, money stashin? Since I really, really wanna know what?s happenin? |
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[INTRO:] Ill nana Yeah, whoa whoa Black king, whoa B.k, whoa whoa 1, 2, 3, 4 I'm good, buckle up Cause you know we about to go Take a trip to a place Somewhere like outer space Don’t be scared I’m the captain anything can happen to ya boy But I won’t hurt cha boy. [VERSE 1:] My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard Do the fuckin thing like a porno star Me and my girls real hard in the Bentley Arnage In a whife line skirt and chinchilla fur My bitch Tiff keep a bottle of Cris In a glass top six and that’s my bitch F double O. X. B. double O. G. I. E My na na na tastes like Jamaican kiki Ain’t a bitch freaky like me When the lights go out I’mma show you what I’m 'bout Matter fact playboy open you mouth (come here) Lemme take you on a tour down south. [CHORUS:] Baby when the lights go out, I want cha to show me what you're all about. Baby when the lights go out I’m gonna light up your life Take you for a ride on this rollercoaster Theme park, thrill ride, Main attraction let's ride (lets fly) Baby when the lights go out I’m gonna light up your life Take you for a ride on this rollercoaster [VERSE 2:] I only met one nigga that deserved it And he a gangsta so he worth it I make them pretty boys nervous Ya’ll already know who this is The bitch that will throw it back vicious I like it rough I ain’t them other rap bitches I throw it up in mad positions From the bathroom to the kitchen On the table fuck the dishes They fall to the floor While I give you the business See I’m so flexible, I’ll stretch and pull that ass up real properly Can't with the ill na na Can't with the ill na na Can't with the ill na na 1, 2, 3, 4 [CHORUS:] Baby when the lights go out, I want cha to show me what you're all all about Baby when the lights go out I’m gonna light up your life Take you for a ride on this rollercoaster Theme park, thrill ride, Main attraction let's ride (lets fly) Baby when the lights go out I’m gonna light up your life Take you for a ride on the rollercoaster [VERSE 2:] The boy can’t handle the na na Let him put one hand on the na na Then I’ll let him get a sniff of the na na The boy came too quick for the na na Then I’ll let him get a lick of the na na Blood Claat boy get stiff for the na na See my pun-pun print through the pallets Something like the black medallion bein worth it. [BRIDGE:] Boy relax your mind it will be alright Just hold and open your eyes 'Til Lights go out cause imma light up your life So what you gonna do. [CHORUS:] Baby when the lights go out I want cha (I want cha) to show me (to show me) what you're all about Baby when the lights go out I’m gonna light up your life Take you for a ride on this rollercoaster Theme park, thrill ride, main attraction let's ride (lets fly) Baby when the lights go out I’m gonna light up your life Take you for a ride on the rollercoaster |
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from Hip Hop: The Collection 2008 [Explicit Version] (2008)
[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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from Foxy Brown - Ill Na Na (2006)
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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from Foxy Brown - Ill Na Na (2006)
[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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from Foxy Brown - Ill Na Na (2006)
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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from Foxy Brown - Ill Na Na (2006)
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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from Foxy Brown - Ill Na Na (2006)
[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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from Foxy Brown - Ill Na Na (2006)
[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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from Foxy Brown - Ill Na Na (2006)
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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from Foxy Brown - Ill Na Na (2006)
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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from Foxy Brown - Ill Na Na (2006)
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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from Foxy Brown - Ill Na Na (2006)
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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from Foxy Brown - Ill Na Na (2006)
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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from Foxy Brown - Ill Na Na (2006)
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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from Foxy Brown - Ill Na Na (2006)
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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from Foxy Brown - Ill Na Na (2006)
[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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from Luther Vandross - Dance With My Father [single] (2003)
I coulda died when I found out We couldnt live together peacefully Thats when it started and we nearly parted Well, I was hoping not to see the day We started getting in each others way Maybe its better we dont live together Things got strange My space to chill become half the size You became someone I didnt even recognize Whats the matter now What are you talking about If it aint one thing, its another If it aint one thing, its the other Why you gotta put me down What are you complaining about If it aint one thing, its the other If it aint one thing, its another I got a yacht for a dinner cruise The way you treated everyone was rude I dont believe ya, youre such a diva I told the waitress we wanted wine You got upset because the girl was fine Youre complicated, but somehow we make it I get tired From all I have to do to keep you satisfied Get no sleep You call me in the middle of the night and weep Whats the matter now What are you crying about If it aint one thing, its another If it aint one thing, its the other Why you gotta fuss and shout What are you screaming about If it aint one thing, its the other If it aint one thing, its another I guess I cant see the world through your eyes Pretty little brown eyes Guess I dont understand What goes on, goes on, goes on in your mind Whats the matter now What are you talking about If it aint one thing, its another If it aint one thing, its the other Why you gotta put me down What are you fussing about If it aint one thing, its the other If it aint one thing, its another Whats the matter now What are you tal |
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from Westwood (2003)
[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 |
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from Bad Boys II (나쁜 녀석들 2) by Trevor Rabin [ost] (2003)
Oh baby, I can't live with you I can't live without you {yeah} Live with you I can't live without you, babe {I like this} Oh babe, oh I can't live with you I can't live without you babe (Bad Boy baby!) {Bad Boy} (Uh, oh) {yeah, yeah! Let's go} I hear duke boning Keisha, Tonya and Tiff (uh huh) {yeah} Move ya bloodclot 'fore I cock the fifth! {uh huh} Had a bitch in my '03 six Had a hoe rockin' my red gold Cartier on her wrist, now Think about it while the streets you roam Fuck around, won't be shiiit in the crib when you get home I roll with Sean Combs (uh huh), I'm in Caprice {that's right} Jet ski, watching duke through the global phone {let's go} Bad Boy come through in the toy {Bad Boy baby} And I'm boning his boy, while he in the hood slinging up oi Ooh {ohh}, y'all don't want a girl in Yves Saint Laurent You'd rather fuck a hoe in a bullshit Gabann' (now) {yeah} And what the fuck he on?! Stop your bloodclot crying 'fore these plates start flying {heh heh} I'm a Bad girl, illest bitch grinding {Bad Girl} Sean John Rolls hold chocolate diamonds, owww! {let's go, Mario} What am I to do, when you act a fool Do I put on your shoes and act a fool like you Now baby that ain't cool, you ain't got a clue What you had in me, too fine to see And I don't really wanna be baby What's the reason you want me Girl the truth is you need me First you say that you trust me then you go and betray me Now I took all I can And I know I'm a good man God I wash my hands, make another plan Cos I don't really wanna stay bab |
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from Cradle 2 The Grave (크레이들 투 그레이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2003)
[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 1 - My life, do ya feel what I feel? My life, a black girl's ordeal my life Do ya see what I see? Have you been where I've been? Can you go where I go? My life Do ya'll know what it feels like? Do ya'll know what it be like? Do ya see what I see? Have you been where I've been? Can you go where I go? Daddy's girl, in his wildest dreams Said he think that lil' Ing will be illest in this rap-thing Age 4 in my mother's shoes, swore I could sing And even as a little girl I was doin' my thing Uh, confused, I ain't asked to be born Nigga so dumb, shoulda used a condom Ask mommy every day, when daddy gon' come? But he never showed up I would pimp for them, became demented, then men? Resented them, just the scent of 'em made me earl 'Specially the baller ones tryin' to buy me with pearls All I needed was love, all I wanted was love Lack of love had me fallin' for thugs The niggas who ain't care, just like Daddy If he ain't care, why should they? For this 'high price' life, it's the price I pay Repeat 1 All my girls cross the world that feel what I feel Hearts bruised, then been way I been, keep it movin' Let him do his thing, I'm the one he's lovin' I'm here to show ya'll, havin' a kid ain't meanin' nuthin' That ain't keepin' him, 'specially if he in love with another chick Then you stuck with the 'babymother-shit' Don't be lovin' niggas more than yaself Let 'em roam, a dog always finds his way home Shit, ya'll don't wanna take my place, cashin' cases Spit in faces, I never seem falsely accused While some say it's rude But if I was a dude, they all be amused But I'm a woman, so I'm a bitch, simple as that Double-standards, call him a Mack, call me a hoe Say I'm in it for the dough, but tell me What tha fuck he in it for? Wanted it all, now it's all mine Loneliness, sorrow, confusion and pain Nightmares, headlines, "Rapper found slain" If it wasn't for my moms I'd drown in this pain Now ya'll see what it's like, ya'll don't wanna be me Cuz it ain't always what it seem on TV Shit, but this is my '9 to 5' ya'll Sometimes I wanna slit my wrist and end my life ya'll Repeat 1 until fade |
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from Ali G Indahouse (못말리는 알리) by Adam F [ost] (2002)
[Verse One]
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 1- Why Yoooooooo, Why yo yo yo Why Yoooooooo, Why yagga ya yo Why Yoooooooo, Why yo yo yo Why Yoooooooo, Why yagga ya yo (yagga yo) [Verse Two] 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 repeat 1 [Verse Three] 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 repeat 1 - 2X |
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from Foxy Brown - Broken Silence (2001)
[Mystikal]
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] Who could talk about that money better than me? Who could stay so hood femininely? Who stay on 5th Ave spending them g's? Who뭩 just as controversial as Eminem be? F-O-X-Y, East Coast, West Side Who the fuck really want come test I Don뭪 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 [Mystikal] 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 [Mystikal] 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 [Mystikal] 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 [Mystikal] Foxy thing, watch yourself Show me what you're working with Foxy thing [Foxy Brown] Without that cash, what the fuck I뭢 gaining Stop your complaining When rappers fade, Fox is remaining If you shoot just watch where you뭨e aiming This is real, it뭩 not entertainment The same way I ball I could quickly fall But nah, I뭢 still here, till I retire With them chrome things filling my tires To my niggas in the slammer, with y뭓ll stiff hammer Ain뭪 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? [Mystikal] 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 |
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from Foxy Brown - Broken Silence (2001)
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 heartl |
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from Foxy Brown - Broken Silence (2001)
[Chorus: Foxy Brown]
Lemme tell you where I grew up at Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, blew up that Where them fake thugs got they vest-es chewed up at Brooklynnn beef! Who want that? [Foxy Brown] I grew up in the thoroughist bourough - B.K. Where B.I.G. had everybody rockin D.K. Gav was the first dude with 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 Fort Greene and Hemlock, the fifth been cocked We cried 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 chips, 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 stairwells and P.A. [Chorus] - 2X [Foxy Brown] Brooklyn! The livest borough You come here frontin you might die in this borough The East, the feelin Bed-Stuy's in this borough It's full of projects, the wildest borough Try to figure out which side is thorough 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 thorough I know niggaz that'll clap you up and bury the metal Same day, still in the hood we so, ghetto Brook-Nam, holla back, get your crook on Live from the seven-one-eight, we raised the eight Everytime papi raise the weight of that weight, motherfucker [Chorus] - 2X [Foxy Brown] 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'll be in the Feds We got change but we still FUCKED up Niggaz is outta jail but they still locked up The feds takin flicks when we pullin the drops up BK open up, get popped up You know it's the borough where cats drive with the box in the truck Tre' pound glocked up, wrist be rocked up Yellin out "Get down, lay down when we pop up!" Blocks so hot we drive the drops with tops up Windows tinted, you can't see who is in it It's Brown nigga, I represent it, it's Brooklyn! [Chorus] - 4X [Outro] B.K. borough bitches, ain't nuttin but the best in here (?) Housings, East New York, real niggaz, real shit happen nigga Fuck y'all know about bang-outs, gettin busy? Fuck police and all that nigga, real niggaz Brooklyn nigga! |
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from Foxy Brown - Broken Silence (2001)
[Foxy Brown speaking]
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 [Darius] I will survive [Chorus] 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 [Foxy Brown] 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 [Chorus: Darius] 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 [Foxy Brown] 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 [Chorus: Darius] 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 [Foxy Brown] 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 [Chorus: Darius] 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 [Darius] 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) These broken wings *fades* |
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from Foxy Brown - Broken Silence (2001)
[Kelis]
I taste just like candy, candy I taste just like candy So dance with me [Foxy] 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 [Kelis] 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 VERSE 2 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 [Kelis] 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 [Foxy] 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 [Kelis] 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... |
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from Foxy Brown - Broken Silence (2001)
[Young Gavin]
Through this hard times, the negativity, the jealousy [Foxy] 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 [Young Gavin] 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? [Foxy] 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 [Young Gavin] 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? [Foxy Brown] 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 (Don't hate us) CHORUS (2X) |
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from Foxy Brown - Broken Silence (2001)
La La La La La. Hey!
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, dog Everything from Carty to Chloe Little, Posha here little Filth Mart 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, uh huh, nigga read my lips Uh huh, we won't miss Get gangsta girl Gangsta (Repeat 4X) [Foxy Brown] 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 loc'est man Hotter than dope man niggas 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 I, body a broad I don't play with these broads Whoa, 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) (Repeat 3X) [Foxy Brown] Since a little young broad I been spitting this flame Smack the shit out one y'all broads Y'all 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 they 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 But the King Bitch is back Man it's a wrap Gangsta girl Gangsta (4x) |
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from Foxy Brown - Broken Silence (2001)
[Foxy Brown]
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 BLAOW! [Chorus 2X: Ragheb Alameh] + (translation) Zahran ana wahdee (My love, I'm so lonely) leelah warra leelah (Night after night, my hand is on my cheek) u meen gheyrak ashkeelah? (And who excepting you should I tell you so?) {Foxy Brown} Hey... I'm speakin to the hood! [Foxy Brown] 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! BLAOW! [Chorus] [Foxy Brown] 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! BLAOW! [Chorus] |
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from Foxy Brown - Broken Silence (2001)
[Chyna White]
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 [Chorus] 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 [Foxy Brown] 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 Wit two 20 glocks holla yah heard Fox [Chorus] (x2) |
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from Foxy Brown - Broken Silence (2001)
[Foxy Brown speaking]
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 [Darius] I will survive [Chorus] 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 [Foxy Brown] 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 [Chorus: Darius] 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 [Foxy Brown] 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 [Chorus: Darius] 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 [Foxy Brown] 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 [Chorus: Darius] 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 [Darius] 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) These broken wings |
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from Foxy Brown - Broken Silence (2001)
Uh-huh
A and Loc (99 Def Jam) Tell me what y'all want, whoa Ugh, anybody want it? Come see me, what? Neno, I said it, Fame I flows sicker like Tote quicker like Na Na pop [shit] like spit hotness Chicks love to gossip Catch me in my crop [shit] like I spit flames Na Na What's my name, Na Na Like I am that chick Prada want bitch Rude gal I bop holder Big gat, big things, Taiwan like I'm undisputed Know y'all got to bow when you see What's my name? Na Na Like I'm that chick pushing big six Little broad 5 foot talk bigness like See my clique ride big stiff Like swiss hole you know? handcuff [shit] like Supremeness, y'all broads is ancient I'll bank your whole wrist Top draft pick like I'm the Prince Nasheem of this [shit] Come test me and leave with your vest swiss cheese like 1 - Na Na be like Floorless ice wrists Sassy ass chick I started this here Na Na be like Sexy with class Got your man in the corner try-na freak my whoa! (oh) Na Na be like Holdin' it down All my thugs screaming Fox when I come around Na Na be like Running this here Gonna have you broke chicks all running this year, whoa My wrist think, light gray [shit] Call me Sun-splash heir, pure wetness, whoa I switched up, put the six up Everybody want chopsticks, rock bold wrists, whoa I've done this, spit hotness Na Na tote big fifth What's my name? Na Na, whoa It's my cat they could come lick On my breast that they all wanna come kiss, whoa It's on me they see when they want truthness It's you that they see when they want bull [shit], whoa It's my car that they wanna go get On my rock that they wanna come stick, whoa I'm the chick that'll drop my [shit] Before I leave y'all [niggas] wan' pay nice price whoa It's my life that they wanna live like It's my flow that honey wanna sound like, whoa Repeat 1 Snitches wanna test my aim I spray sick like lunatic You better keep pushin' your [shit] back You not threat me yet, you wanna try Na Na? Pure gun shot, I need a Punani-dani Me and shop with a boy not proportionate Even idiot, can still ride, come and whoop that Eh, eh, Na Na talk greasy what? Eh, eh, and who's the ass wanna see me My diamonds is Blue Streak You Tito brand, money wash my hands, soprano style Nubian Chanel purse You think you're nice then sneak behind my verse So bow down what's my name Na Na Like, Na Na Like Repeat 1 till end |
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from Foxy Brown - Broken Silence (2001)
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 1- Why Yoooooooo, Why yo yo yo Why Yoooooooo, Why yagga ya yo Why Yoooooooo, Why yo yo yo Why Yoooooooo, Why yagga ya yo (yagga yo) 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 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 |
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from Foxy Brown - Broken Silence (2001)
[Foxy Brown]
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 fi get coof - hoo hoo hoo hoo; whoa I tell a motherfucker this Some niggaz nowadays mood's worse than a bitch And as for this chick, me love bum flick on bad man dick so Got the pussy; I got the lie fo'? I'm a grown ass bitch with my own ass shit Now hear dis, u no wan' chat? Me a go BUST unnu secret Ya a big battyman, ya love look man bottom Pussy watchman, you a trace gyal pattern 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, me 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? [Chorus 2X: Baby Cham] From a puss hole, dis man we shot dem If a fass hole fi dead man we back dem If a gun shot fi bust man we clap dem An if a riddim fi ride man we rock dem [Foxy Brown] 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 buck it Move ya bumba hole, bwoy gwon mind ya jacket How dare y'all motherfuckers even spit my name Go na man, 'fore I have you X'd out the game And tell dem all your gang 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 I 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 Outside and 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 [Chorus] [Foxy Brown] 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 What you know about skin out and bruck out Like a bad gyal bunny hot style, pop pure style [Baby Cham - repeat 2X] Look at this wannabe's comin around me Sick of these fake G's tryin to clown me Why these/you niggaz be tryin to drown me I'm tellin you fools no one can bound me [Chorus - repeat to end] {*Baby Cham ad libs at end, w/o beat*} |
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from Foxy Brown - Broken Silence (2001)
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!) Izl my nizl |
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from Foxy Brown - Broken Silence (2001)
[Noreaga]
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 [Noreaga] 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 [Foxy Brown] 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 [Capone] 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!) Izl my nizl |
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from Foxy Brown - Broken Silence (2001)
[Wayne Wonder]
Foxy Brown.. Wayne Wonder.. Puttin it down.. whoa-oh-oh-oh.. c'mon [Chorus: Wayne Wonder] 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 [Foxy Brown] 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 [Chorus] [Foxy Brown] 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 [Wayne Wonder] Foxy Brown.. Wayne Wonder.. Puttin it down.. whoa-oh-oh-oh.. c'mon [Chorus] [Foxy Brown] 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 [Chorus] [Wayne Wonder] Try to erase, all the memories They're the ones they gon' see If I could forget, all about the past Oh no no no - how long will this go onnnn? [Chorus] {*Wayne Wonder ad libs to fade*} |
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from Foxy Brown - Broken Silence (2001)
[Foxy Brown] (DJ Clue)
(And I!) Oooh, Nana (New shit! Foxy Brown!) FO wit the X (So Hot!) Whoa, Brooklyn Alright (Oh!) okay, alright, c'mon Mmm (Fresh out!) I said it's gon' butter (My nigga pretty boy!) Bitch is lethal (Anton!) uhh Whoa, ohh shit, Na Na come through (Clue! *echoes*) Burn big spliff, y'all hoes pop shit I keep my gun cocked (Ha ha!) 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 BK's illest Dangerous bitch, BK'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 Niggaz feel this 1 - [Foxy Brown] (sung) (Y'all can't fuck with Fox) So Hot make niggaz say (Y'all can't fuck) So Hot make bitches say (Y'all can't fuck with Fox) So Hot make niggaz say (Y'all can't fuck) So Hot, So Hot (Y'all can't fuck with Fox) So Hot make niggaz say (Y'all can't fuck) So Hot make bitches say (Y'all can't fuck with Fox) So Hot make niggaz say (Y'all can't fuck) So Hot, Fox, So Hot (Y'all can't fuck with Fox) Whoo! [Foxy Brown] (DJ Clue) Who da ras (?) chat but sound like who? And outta all niggaz I'ma please not do Niggaz talk slick then plead to the crew Got some grimy lil niggaz that'll eat y'all food (Haha!) Nigga, don't talk to me 'bout Fox spit rude I'm the same bad gwal, same cocky attitude (Word!) Ain't nothin changed Stunt gal, sick bod' Mash up on mah blood clot Range like 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? 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 It's a, price you pay if you fuckin wit me 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.. Repeat 1 [DJ Clue over 1] DJ Clue! Desert Storm! The Professional Part Two! Word up! C'mon! [Foxy Brown] (DJ Clue) Mmm.. I hate niggaz that love to pull rank Can't fuck and when they nut niggaz shoot blanks (Haha!) Whoo! 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, uhh Make them niggaz L.O.I. to the bass line Make them niggaz pepper seed when they taste mine Repeat 1 [DJ Clue over 1] DJ Clue! William M. Holla! You know how we do things! Word up! |
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from Foxy Brown - Broken Silence (2001)
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! (Foxy Brown) 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) (Baby Cham) Tell dem ah ooman we a defend Love to si di charlies inna Benz or a BM Holla if ya livin' right Get the benjamins, aight? Let them know a money we a defen (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 Call di undertaker, Niggas will' be dyyyy-in' I am no fake-ah Send 'dem niggas cryyyy-in' back to their maker 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, a we take the cake-ah Drop a bomb on them, Now it's like a earthquake-ah See them fasis movin' like a snake-ah (ya heard me) [-Chorus-] 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, (Foxy Brown) Throw ya hands up, whyle the fuck out Raw little peachy, bust the screechy (Eh!) Zip it up, Uh, zip it up, Uh, zip it up, Uh, zip it up, HY-YAH! Grab a couple stouts and, show 'em whatch'all 'bout Y'all can't deny us, we dare y'all to try us The best to ever do it, so throw ya hands to it And hit the dancefloor, what the fuck y'all came for? Hot shit, Ill Na Na, MadHouse, Lock this shit down Nigga what, we don't give a fuck Big Pussy like Sopranos, Young Fox ride big cock my nigga An pupalik pon dat, Ehh [-repeat hook then Baby Chams verse until fade-] |
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from Foxy Brown - Broken Silence (2001)
[Ron Isley]
*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 [Foxy Brown] 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 [Ron Isley] *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.. [Foxy Brown] 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 [Ron Isley] *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 [Foxy Brown] 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 [Ron Isley] 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.. Listen.... |
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from Dj Clue? - The Professional 2 (2000)
(feat. Foxy Brown)
[Foxy Brown (DJ Clue)] (And I!) Oooh, Nana (New shit! Foxy Brown!) FO wit the X (So Hot!) Whoa, Brooklyn Alright (Oh!) okay, alright, c'mon Mmm (Fresh out!) I said it's gon' butter (My nigga pretty boy!) Bitch is lethal (Anton!) uhh Whoa, ohh shit, Na Na come through (Clue! [echoes]) Burn big spliff, y'all hoes pop shit I keep my gun cocked (Ha ha!) 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 BK's illest Dangerous bitch, BK'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 Niggaz feel this [1] [Foxy Brown] (sung) (Y'all can't fuck with Fox) So Hot make niggaz say (Y'all can't fuck) So Hot make bitches say (Y'all can't fuck with Fox) So Hot make niggaz say (Y'all can't fuck) So Hot, So Hot (Y'all can't fuck with Fox) So Hot make niggaz say (Y'all can't fuck) So Hot make bitches say (Y'all can't fuck with Fox) So Hot make niggaz say (Y'all can't fuck) So Hot, Fox, So Hot (Y'all can't fuck with Fox) Whoo! [Foxy Brown (DJ Clue)] Who da ras (?) chat but sound like who? And outta all niggaz I'ma please not do Niggaz talk slick then plead to the crew Got some grimy lil niggaz that'll eat y'all food (Haha!) Nigga, don't talk to me 'bout Fox spit rude I'm the same bad gwal, same cocky attitude (Word!) Ain't nothin changed Stunt gal, sick bod' Mash up on mah blood clot Range like 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? 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 It's a, price you pay if you fuckin wit me 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.. [Repeat 1] [DJ Clue over 1] DJ Clue! Desert Storm! The Professional Part Two! Word up! C'mon! [Foxy Brown (DJ Clue)] Mmm.. I hate niggaz that love to pull rank Can't fuck and when they nut niggaz shoot blanks (Haha!) Whoo! 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, uhh Make them niggaz L.O.I. to the bass line Make them niggaz pepper seed when they taste mine [Repeat 1] [DJ Clue over 1] DJ Clue! William M. Holla! You know how we do things! Word up! |
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from Foxy Brown - Chyna Doll (1999)
[Beanie Seigel]
Ughh, ughh, yeah This is Beanie Seigel That Philly cat playin' wit 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 rock Cuz I listen to The LOX and I listen then watch While you still sittin' in spot, ditchin' the cops I'm in the Porsche Box with Fox, glistenin' watch Wore steel gray, Lexus, GS-4 That's an evil metal when the dog pedals 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 cue if you buy a pound If you didn't try it then, why would you try it now? Then cuz Mac rat wouldn't fire a round into your crown I lay you down and retire you clown And I clap niggas, nat niggas kid a 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 Hey you pretty motherfuckers stay stuck in the mirror And you weak ass niggas only buss out the fear I know y'all softer than them feathers that they stuf in the dear I pack two barettas, never bust in their ear Twist your shit back, spit 'til my gats is 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 glee Or the sharp bar, grill Simon, poppin' Dom P Why you chicken when you chasin' your how 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 [Memphis Bleek] 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 drewl out like a old nigga toothless Who would believe they pump Bleek with Ritilin 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 this Armoral-ed up My squad be armed up, gotcha niggas' arms up Who the fuck want what? Me and Bean's trumped up Witcha town under seige, Dillinger in the sleave If my gun jam, you niggas squeeze on me You niggas them cats got the code-d's on me I'm on to my off game, leave the stadium for in stores Floss chains and I pimp whores, stay smoked out Shirt be poked out with the slums knows eight Six to jump out, you eat what you spit Motherfucker die clean For you actin' tought cats, but in your heart you scream I read your body languo You want violence and don't wanna mingle You want a challange get it brought to for every angle This shit'll slow 'em down, I bet that Ya up front dough and your six backed out, motherfucker [Foxy Brown] Sassy Fox some brick money, cop me a drop You know how I run it, 600, glassy top Rock them light gray wrist shit, flash the 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' them tramps Y'all hoes greasy, so I keep bitch easy Rookie, fuck you know about glocks and pock' books? You know Na Na rock that shit, Parada that shit And Scotch 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 Channel 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 me wildin' in the four-six, stylin' on them bum-ass Goddess MC, y'all bitches is littles Foxes See my girls' friends, 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 I know Jigga see me here to lay down shit I will spray y'all niggas, waste y'all niggas Cuz I fucked the nigga and pay y'all niggas Shit, what the fuck |
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from Foxy Brown - Chyna Doll (1999)
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. |
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from Foxy Brown - Chyna Doll (1999)
[Pretty Boy] Yo Fox and $hort, yo Don't let that pretty shit fool you, yo I ain't pay that bitch phone bill [Foxy] This is for all my ballin' ass bitches All over, worldwide Shake them thighs for them hots For all my niggas on every street corner That's right, love y'all niggas 1 - [T$] This is for the baller bitch, you all a bitch My nigga's never call her bitch, we all be rich [Fox] So $hort, what you mean? [T$] I bet I be a poor girl's dream More money than she ever seen [Fox] This is for the baller cats, all the cats That want a bitch to lay on her back The hell with that [T$] So Fox what you mean? [Fox] Bet I be a poor nigga's dream More money than he ever seen [Too-Short] 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 Repeat 1 [Foxy] 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 Repeat 1 [Foxy] 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 [Too-Short] 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 That's how quick I will drop you Repeat 1 |
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from Foxy Brown - Chyna Doll (1999)
[Intro] 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 |
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from Foxy Brown - Chyna Doll (1999)
[Foxy] 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 1 - 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 Repeat 1 Repeat 1 [Mia X] 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 [Gangsta Boo] Die bitches, everywhere you go Bitches is dyin', bitches been dyin' for over 400 years [Fox] I'm a mother fuckin' bitch (With an attitude) [Gangsta Boo] 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 Repeat 1 Real bitches don't die |
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from Foxy Brown - Chyna Doll (1999)
My peoples is watching you watching me Lots of envy and hate is what it gots to be I heard you tried to destroy my whole monopoly But if I take it to ya face ya '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 an 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 got to kill me now I'm sayin' 50 procent of my niggaz think it's them And if you think it ain't you, you betta think again [CHORUS]: Pretty Boy Niggaz I role 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'ma treat you like my fifth on my side baby And I'ma take you on some trips to the sky baby And no matter what we do (ya know ya mine baby) [Foxy Brown] 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? Caniving bitches, starvin' bitches Always got ya eyes on my wrist-ass bitches Think cuz a bitch trapped, I won't layout bitches Down with the 4 pound, and spray out bitches Everything ain't rap, ya'll some snake-ass bitches I ain't playin' with all ya'll hoes, O.K. ya'll bitches Sling back to the hood, got the game back Niggaz front the bodede, they keep yellin': "Fox get ya name back, baby" Brooklyn nigga, bet I stash you, young chick Ballers and tailors and knee patches 'Memba that? Quart of juices, 3 quarter bomb magoosters Two finger rings, with ya 2 tone jeans, frontin' like it's nuthin' When everybody was born, now ya'll hoes fallin' And wanna knock 'me for mines [CHORUS] [Pretty Boy] 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 Uh... [CHORUS] (3x |
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from Foxy Brown - Chyna Doll (1999)
. 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. |
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from Foxy Brown - Chyna Doll (1999)
[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 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 It's about to get ugly Repeat 1 Repeat 1 |
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from Foxy Brown - Chyna Doll (1999)
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) |
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from Foxy Brown - Chyna Doll (1999)
[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 |
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from Foxy Brown - Chyna Doll (1999)
[Intro] 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 [Foxy] 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 1 - [Noreaga] 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 [Foxy] 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? Repeat 1 [Foxy] 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 And on top of all this bullshit, I'm still his chick Repeat 1 |
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[Intro] Ughh, gimme some Ughh, yeah, yeah, yeah, heh Ughh, get sticky wit it Ughh, get your name back Not that, ughh [Foxy] 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 [Mya] 1 - 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 [Foxy] 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 Repeat 1 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 Repeat 1 No romance without finance (Repeat until fade) |
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from Foxy Brown - Chyna Doll (1999)
[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 1 - My life, do ya feel what I feel? My life, a black girl's ordeal my life Do ya see what I see? Have you been where I've been? Can you go where I go? My life Do ya'll know what it feels like? Do ya'll know what it be like? Do ya see what I see? Have you been where I've been? Can you go where I go? Daddy's girl, in his wildest dreams Said he think that lil' Ing will be illest in this rap-thing Age 4 in my mother's shoes, swore I could sing And even as a little girl I was doin' my thing Uh, confused, I ain't asked to be born Nigga so dumb, shoulda used a condom Ask mommy every day, when daddy gon' come? But he never showed up I would pimp for them, became demented, then men? Resented them, just the scent of 'em made me earl 'Specially the baller ones tryin' to buy me with pearls All I needed was love, all I wanted was love Lack of love had me fallin' for thugs The niggas who ain't care, just like Daddy If he ain't care, why should they? For this 'high price' life, it's the price I pay Repeat 1 All my girls cross the world that feel what I feel Hearts bruised, then been way I been, keep it movin' Let him do his thing, I'm the one he's lovin' I'm here to show ya'll, havin' a kid ain't meanin' nuthin' That ain't keepin' him, 'specially if he in love with another chick Then you stuck with the 'babymother-shit' Don't be lovin' niggas more than yaself Let 'em roam, a dog always finds his way home Shit, ya'll don't wanna take my place, cashin' cases Spit in faces, I never seem falsely accused While some say it's rude But if I was a dude, they all be amused But I'm a woman, so I'm a bitch, simple as that Double-standards, call him a Mack, call me a hoe Say I'm in it for the dough, but tell me What tha fuck he in it for? Wanted it all, now it's all mine Loneliness, sorrow, confusion and pain Nightmares, headlines, "Rapper found slain" If it wasn't for my moms I'd drown in this pain Now ya'll see what it's like, ya'll don't wanna be me Cuz it ain't always what it seem on TV Shit, but this is my '9 to 5' ya'll Sometimes I wanna slit my wrist and end my life ya'll Repeat 1 until fade |
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from Foxy Brown - Chyna Doll (1999)
[Intro] Let's get it hype, nigga Let's get it crump Yeah, yeah, yeah [Eightball] 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 [MJG] 1 - 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 [Foxy Brown] 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 Repeat 1 [MJG] 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 Repeat 1 [Juvenile] 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 Repeat 1 [MJG] 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 Come on Repeat 1 until fade |
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from Foxy Brown - Chyna Doll (1999)
(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) 1 - Whatchu call me? (Tramp) Whatchu call me? (Tramp) Whatchu call me? (Tramp) Whatchu call me? (Tramp, tramp, tramp) Whatchu call me? (Tramp) Whatchu call me? (Tramp) Whatchu call me? (Tramp) Whatchu call me? (Tramp, tramp, tramp) T-R-A-M-P, get the fuck away from me Cuz if you get too close I'mm have my folks Put ya뭠l in emergency Gimme some room, all ya'll niggaz wanna dig in my womb Don't even know me, wanna fuck my friends? Give me head, drive my Benz Spendin' lately make me wanna fuck yo' friend Smack yo' bitch, take yo' 6, crash yo' shit Leave you numb, make me come, five more times Need five mo' bottles to get my shit wet You ain't even suck the tits yet, shit Break me off, clothes come off, show me love Let me hold somethin', freak you off Fuck you right, then sneak you off Now I뭢 straight, (bein' broke), I'm 'bout to breeze off Repeat 1 And these broke niggaz got some nerve They be frontin' in the club with they man furs Five niggaz on one bottle of Cris' Then he talkin' me to death, fuck you takin' this Whether he friend or foe', gotta stone my lobes Matter of fact, fuck that, nigga ice my toes And whatever bitch you fuck, bet I뭢 twice them hoes And I want my pussy licked, after all my shows It's not a game, that I does my thing And if it ain't light gray, betta be on ya way And if my stones ain't blue, no ass for you And if my ice ain't red, then you deaded some head All you tryin' to do is take Na Na to the Telly Phattin' up my belly, then lock me down, never that I ball till the day I croak, bet that, gimme that Repeat 1 until fade |
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from R. Kelly - R. (1998)
[Tone]
Unstop able Trackmasters Rockland come on [Foxy] Na na so sick make your toes twitch Get up in yo' ass and ride that shit Oh yeah dare you act shady with the first lady? Let's go half on this baby Inner thighs thick so when we fuck you must put me in a swiss ho' Room 704 fuck they mad at me fo'? Skin copper na na stay proper who could stop her? Nuthin'. Hey do a somersault All that platinum shit you bought? Nigga, fuck you thought, it ain't my fault Keep the wrist rocky, attitude cocky Next time you see me, address me like, "Miss Foxy" It's for the wrist? Cop it. If it's a six? Drop it. Thongs with topless, how you like that Robbie? Ain't nothing sweet, you know my style, doggy style >From the back, in the back, hit it like that [R] 1 - The dolla bill [Foxy] Nuthin' but stacks get you anything Anywhere, as a matter of fact, dollar bill [R] Say what you want baby While you be stalling at the lights We be dippin in Mercedes [Foxy] Dollar bill [R] Can get us from here to Rio In two hours first class still time to take a shower The dollar bill [Foxy] Where ever we be it's VIP stats, no doubt So what y'all cats know about that [R] Say lady, I'm liking what I see Come on and talk to me baby, baby, baby Can't you see one night is all I need We'll go somewhere and be Talkin' about your future plans with me [Sparkle & Cynthia] I would do anything To have you in my life, that's right We can take a flight out of here, go anywhere [R] Uh uh, I got proof rims on the V-12 Make you raise the roof, no gold in the tooth Put some in the vault CD's overseas Private lofts, I'm you haters holocaust Ain't my fault I rap, then still made a mill' But it's my fault I got my own label deal Vacation in Japan while you wish for Bennihana's On the way to pick up Madona, the ill na-na [Foxy] Now you know the na-na plays with the big boys, aye'day >From the six coupe to the big Royce, can you handle that? A lotta sass and ass with that And I'm strickly for the dough So, fuck you think I'm here fo'? Princesses in a row, row platinum status Ice lace to pink face Then I back the faggots See me rocking aye'thang from Mongolians to Persians Y'all still learning, I got 'em swervin', through a sermon And there's nuthin' you can tell me 'bout these cats that I Don't even ram through a plan, too much stack Must I continue this? Might be a couple of cats that I miss We could skip the french kiss, take it straight to the wrist And it gets no iller than this Na-na engraved on canary ice, see me wear it twice Did y'all niggas hear me right? Me and Kelly put the lock down on New York to Chitown His town to my town, for the dollar bill Repeat 1 [Tone] Tell me who dat said dat we couldn't rock I roll the dice, bet the dots say we won't stop I roll from Chitown to Cali, hit your block I bless the day that R&B music meet hip hop You haters thought that Kelly couldn't keep it hot Even when I'm in your face, y'all see me not Sportin' nothing but the rocks, navigators on the block Merridian CD's with five TV's College honeys follow in your GS3 We on the way to IHOP, coming from the spot Niggas in the lot jammin' to the knock Y'all mad cuz you can't get what we got Who's the number one contender, January through December? Cut your forest down while you niggas screamin' Timothy Sophia know me from the beach house in Miami Banks know me, so I could give a damn about the Grammies [R] The dollar bill Dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all The dollar bill Dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all The dollar bill Dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all The dollar bill Dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all The dollar bill, Track Masters, Rockland |
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from R. Kelly - R. (1998)
Oh na na na na na na
Your body na na na na Oh na na na na na na You're body na na na na Turn the lights down low I'm ready to break it off Since computer love Been wanting to set it off Like a hotel room I'm checkin into you I'm diggin like a shovel All the things you do Take a leep over the broom That's how you're makin me feel Come on in this room And let's keep it real and go Half on a baby All I need is your body next to me Singing ooh na na na na na na na na na na na Half on a baby All I need is your body next to me I'm singing ooh na na na na na na na na na na Now tell me what the deal is Are you ready to bump It's gonna take a lifetime To give you all of this love So baby open up And get ready to receive A miracle of love Gettin down wit me Like a baseball field Wanna hit a home run Me and you get together babe And raise a little one Half on a baby All I need is your body next to me Singing ooh na na na na na na na na na na na Half on a baby All I need is your body next to me Singing ooh na na na na na na na na na na na Set it off in a six Baby that'll be cool Take a trip downtown Between me and you Trippin on Perignon Conversation like what Not afraid to go down Once you open up After nine to five You deserve some twelve Makin future plans To be where I dwell Half on a baby All I need is your body next to me Singing ooh na na na na na na na na na na na Half on a baby All I need is your body next to me Singing ooh na na na na na na na na na na na From my toes up To my knee caps To waist line Now slowly lady Can we go half on a baby From my toes up To my knee caps To waist line Now slowly lady Can we go half on a baby Half on a baby All I need is your body next to me Singing ooh na na na na na na na na na na na Can we go half on a baby All I need is your body next to me I'm singing ooh na na na na na na na na na na na Can we go half on a baby All I need is your body next to me |
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from Jay-Z - Vol. 2 Hard Knock Life (1998)
[Foxy Brown]
Uhh, uhh, uh-huh Uhh (paper chase) Bonnie n Clyde Y'all motherfuckers know how it's goin down (gotta get that paper y'all) That's right, uhh (Uh-huh uh, yeah, Roc-a-Fella, yeah Paper chase y'all, paper chase WHAT? Uh) Greyhound bitch, stay down bitch Bout to set up shop with Jay, round this bitch Half a brick of yea, bout to lay down this bitch (til November?) Nah, I'm here to like slay down this bitch What you think? I don't wanna have to spray down this bitch Call my whole team, from around the way down this bitch I'm tryin to stay down this bitch, play down this bitch Had a sound, so my nigga Jay drown the six Roll the windows down and, weight round this bitch But there's a couple things 'fore it's OK round this bitch Gotta talk to the natives, let em know I'm here for all to get the paydays, first I line up all the haters I got jobs for ya, drop stars for ya More arms than Green Bay's Brett Favre for ya Money providentials hope that's not a problem for ya If so, Jigga be here, day after tomorrow for ya (That's right!) Chorus: Foxy, Jay-Z [F] Gotta get that paper dog [F] Gotta touch that, love that, paper dog, uhh! [J] Gotta get that paper dog [J] Gotta have that grab that paper dog! [F] Gotta get that paper dog [F] Gotta spend that, bend that, split that, get that [J] Gotta get that paper dog [J] When I needs that, G stack, tell me where the weed's at? [Jay-Z] I got my two guns, I came to scoop ones A down ass bitch and she down to click Got a nice little hooptie that I get around with And my plan is, not to leave this town til I'm rich Gotta find a nigga sellin all them ounces and shit Tell them get down with the click or get found in a ditch See I drop down and strip, I turn around and spit Not to hit em, just to let em know the sound of shit Return later that evening in the club with Fox And I got the snub nosed for those that love to box I'm in search of them young niggaz that hug the block all day, til it's like gray outside Shoot dice talkin shit all day outside And even when it's hot, they outside Let em know, how it's gon' go, Bonnie n Clyde And aiyyo, you will want me on your side Chorus [Jay-Z] Yo, yeah, I got that stress and I got it the best I ain't got it to give but I got it to test And if you wanna get down, all you gotta invest is your time, I gotta move this in a, week or less For the next couple of days I brought her all I posess The Rolex, necklaces with the VVS Twin to drive in the passenger with a TV rest For my top draft picks I cop the new GS Now all the little soldiers wanna roll with my team Cause I ain't sold em a dream, I just showed em the cream Picked em up in the afternoons and told em some things You know the regular shit you do when you moldin them teens Yo, never lay your head where you holdin them things From family, to your business, nothing goes in between Never feared no man, put four in his Beem Drop your gun then, blow the scene, ya heard me? Chorus |
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