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
I keep it fresher than the next bitch no need..for you to ever sweat the next bitch ..with speed, I make the best bitch see the exit..indeed, you gotta know your thoroughly respected by me, you get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver you gotcha own '96 suh-in..the ride and keep your ass tighter than Versace thats why you gotta watch your friends you got to watch me they conniving shit the first chance to crack the bank they try me, all they get is 50 cent franks and papayas, from the village to the tele time to kill it on your belly no question I got more black chicks between my sheets than Essence they say sex is a weapon, so when I shoot mmet your death in less than 8 seconds still poundin in my after life.. laugin my shit is tight you who askin right...
*Aint no nigga like the one I got no one can fuck you betta sleeps around but he gives me alot keeps you in diamonds and leathers friends 'ill tell me I should leave you alone hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah ha tell the freaks to find a man of there own (man a they own, man a they own)
Fresh to def in Moschino, coach bag lookin half black and filipino fakin no jacks got you a beeper to feel important surrouding your feet in Joanie Dega's and Charles Jordan I keep ya dove but love you know these ho's be makin me weak yall knows how it goes 'b and so I creep Ive been sinnin since you been playin wit Barbie and Ken in you can't change a players game in the 9th inning the chrome rim spinning keeps em grinnin so I run way the fuck up in em and wrinkle the face like linnin I play hard-eh till they say God.. he's keepin it real jigga stay hard lawd don't even trip I never slip, nigga what you dont see is whatcha get weapons concealed what the fuck yall feel when you nigga play sick we can all get ill -whats the deal-
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Yo, aint no stoppin this, no lie promise to stay monogamous, I try but love you know these ho's be makin me weak Y'all knows how it goes B so I stay deep
What up boo just keep me laced in the illa snakes bank rolls and shit, back rubs in the french tubs Mackin this bitch, wifee nigga so when you flip that coke remember them days you was dead broke but now your style and I raised you basically made you into a don flippin weight..heroin and shit you know my pussy is all that thats why I get bagets 5 carats and all that From Dolce Gabana to H Vendell I'm ringin bells so who the playa, I still keep you in the illest gators Tailor made so we can lay up in the shade reminiscin on how I fuck the best a shit specially when Im flippin Baileys dont give a fuck about how you move with them other mamis I push da Z, eating shrimp scampi with rocks larger than life Fuck them Reebok broads, you made it known who your wife was I got you frontin in Armani sweaters before this rap shit when you was in letters and bullshit berattas and eek classes with mo in the glasses shows in Cali wit all the flavor suede Bally's now all your mens' up in your benz's high post, I swear you be killin me playin inside my pubic hairs I never worry bout them other chicks cuz you proved who was your wiz when you was spinnin that bitch I took a little when you was up north your comisary stay pilin how you livin large on the island all them collects have me vex but when you come home knew I was comin off wit half of dem checks now we on the rise your diamond mami wit the slanted eyes holdin this grip cocked the green and the shit Fucks no, I see half the dough Made you into a star, pushin hundred thousand dollar cars
[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
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[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?
[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
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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
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
[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
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[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
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
[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
[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
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[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
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Stop featuring Foxy Brown작곡:Inga Marchand,Robert Kelly,S. Barnes,Shawn Carter
[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..
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[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
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[DJ Clue over 1] DJ Clue! William M. Holla! You know how we do things! Word up!
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
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)
Foxy's Bells 작곡:Jay-Z,Jean-Claude "Poke" Olivier,Samuel J. "Tone" Barnes
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
Get Me Home featuring Blackstreet작곡:Jean Claude Olivier,M. Horton,R. Broomfield,Samuel Barnes,Shawn Carter
[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.]
The Promise featuring Havoc작곡:Inga Marchand,Kejuan Waliek Muchita
[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
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
If I... 작곡:Jay-Z,Jean-Claude "Poke" Olivier,Luther Vandross,M. Miller,Samuel J. "Tone" Barnes
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
The Chase 작곡:Inga Marchand,Jean-Claude "Poke" Olivier,Samuel J. "Tone" Barnes
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
