Foxy 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

[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

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)

[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

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

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-

*Repeat

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

*Repeat (x2)

[Jay-Z]
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...

Chorus:

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)

[Jay-Z]
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-

Chorus

[Jay-Z]
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

[Foxy Brown]
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

Chorus

[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!

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.

[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

[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]

[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]

[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

[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*

[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

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

[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...

.

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.

You ever dance with the devil under the pale moonlight?
Desperados, travellin
What the fuck's up son?
We could do this word up, we could do this

Spend too many nights on the Henny gettin right
Breakin big face Bennies, bettin against the friendly dice
I can't call it, it's goin too good to spoil it
Tell it like it is, the raw shit never recorded
(repeat 2X)

At a thousand degree Celsius I make MC's melt
Fuck my record label I appear courtesy of myself
Let me explain how I maintain thresholds to pain
I walk across the Sun barefoot lookin for shade
I rearrange your rib cage like a twelve gauge at close range
and change the position of your brain
My hard raps penetrate through your hardhats and all that
nigga, get ya wig peeled back
I scalp you like the indians on horseback
Running Bull will hit you harder than runningback
Stunning man with brave and cunning rap
Swiftly running laps around 48 tracks
Like uncut crack you fiends keep coming back
Heads is flippin like acrobats on gym mats
From wax to analog tapes to digital DAT's
It's critical black, that Canibus is ill like that
In fact perhaps you should quit rap, instead of always
tryin to diss back, cause niggaz keep tellin you that your shit's wack
I rip raps, hardcore raps rushin you to the floor mat
Put you in the figure four, break your thorax
Jump off the top turnbuckle and land on your back
til I hear it snap or crackle, the ref says chill black
You get clapped bringin the wrong raps to combat
Like bringin a paint gun to a shoot out with real gats
Y'all niggaz is wack, rappin over microphone feedback
My intelligence begins where yours peaks at
From Fox Boogie in the see-through brasierre, to Nasty Nas here
My nigga Nature'll explain it further if it's not clear

Millionaire look at the sky make sure it's still there
Ice grill stares and my jewelry is in every year
Pierre Cardan back in a Dapper Dan time
Now flex, angle wrecks, Foxy rock Van Klein

Initiated to the Firm shit, real thugs learn quick
Sit back and feel the ultimate hit
Initiated to the Firm shit, real thugs learn quick
Sit back and feel the ultimate hit

[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

[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

Diamond cut vocals carved sculptures
Gats and hosters
Macks and four fifths
Two plagued verocious
We smoked spliffs when the drolls lit
Hoes get hit
Have them blow dick
Blow the whole click
Jeeps Tahoe
Shoes be shavo talk Pharagamoe
Catch a hamo
Guess long like Motumbo
From a land of heart rap phantom stalk ya'll
While we bent a pork off a raw torch ya'll
The god sports all dejour for all wear
Push the Range all year
Vision of war near
I laid out on ya'll
In money and ice
That's how I'm running your wife
Stay ripen at ripe
Clip in your life down to pipe size
Firm slice pies
Couple of trife guys in tinted up white five's

Whose the first to set it
At time my first pathetic
Nature one of The Firm
Our works phonetic
As seven digits
First class trips for summer never is it
Outlaw remain pessimistic
Used to jostle in hostile environments
Buying whips
Cheating like fiver ricks requirements
Psychics predict that I'll be dying rich
Until then catch me chillin flying in a giant six
On some next shit
Went from humble now to hectic
Reminiscing when they use to call me desperate
Minor drawbacks
I had to learn not to fuck with small cats
In fake cadier and straw hats
Sic 'em on the mix tape
They think they're all that
But just spread it through
Never sound unreasonable son
Whatever the cause I know it pleasible
Fought your way in the game
The wait is seasonable

*We keep going on, we're gonna get this money
(Take money money take take money money
Take money take take money money)
We just play our part, we're gonna make this money
(Make money money make make money money
make money money make make money)

Show me the orbit
Stock bonds I own corporates
Rock the ???? shift
Filthy rich we caught the coach smiths
You must have lost sense
My whole firm we walk with offense
I push a Porsche bent
Fuck your main bitch at your expense
Laws intense hivalates
Death throughout the tri-state
Who lie evade a '98 Lex in wide plate
Well modernized
Wide body cup with foreign eyes
You far behind
I rock the reptiles
And steal a Karl Kani's
Guard your eyes
Mystical movements hard to size
We harmonize
And to its the force that's way beyond the skies
Love position parlaying duck nd truck evictions
Thug intentions every few months
Off this mission
Its principles master my square
No identical expensible
I figure you wise and play it sensible

*Repeat

[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)

TrackMasters
A yo you see that a major, tellin my flavor
All types of paper, I'm doin you a favor
So blaze the trees, come on baby please
Yo to lay with these girls pay the fees
Cause I stay in these, coop rabie bees
Jitty to the fifty, to the ACG's
And when I'm lazy B
Let the AC breeze, explain to my dames how the gamin be
So what you trippin about, in the club I be kickin em' out
I get em home then I'm twistin them out
If I still keep it real I be friskin them out, with my dick in they
mouth
Then I'm kickin them out
Cause you miss the quote, cause even if this kid was broke
On you I wouldn't trick to know
Have me high at first like I sniff some coke
But now you gotta go don't forget your coat
Uh

*We are the firm all stars
Fuckin your bitch we don't care who you are
We don't need no introduction, our music steady bumpin
From the crib to the club to your cars
Come fuck with us

If you know about us throw your hands in the air
From Teaxes to NewYork to Monclair
This be the knock from Flatbush to Little Rock
Even New Orleans be bout it bout it
It's hot

Uhhhhhhhhh
I gets 7:30 for the door daddy
Ain't know thing, ya'll know about the rings huh
Here you vibe and you balls with the big cat
Anything you tryin ta bring, been there done that
See the paper stack
I'm not a hater dog
Ya'll still crusin lands, I'm navagatin dog
Brooklyn tone
Baby girl flawsed night and left and baget stones in a James Bomd
crome
See this pretty face, but you wanna stick it
If it's broke nigga we can let Tido fix it
I can't stop, I won't stop

Everything hot, first week out hit the top
Pretty Boy Relentless, Cop the Coop thats expensive
For instanse we rollin in fleets in ten to sixes
We smoke phiphers with a dime chick pullin all nighters
P be Mr. Macoroni
The world slick lies and pretty Tony
If you never new know you know me
Thats why they wanna blow me
We eat caviar, shine like a movie star
Firm click real thick, Nas tell em' who we are

*Repeat (x2)

The six ease out CD laced digital readout
No doubt cop glocks from the dred fuck the weedhouse
Yo elegance hate females with no intelligence
Embezzelment got big boys behind the metal fence
Merrill Lynch it's your life Crist alright
Vince on ice sex chicks all types
General status smootheness mixed with malice
Trips to Dallas built a pool in my palace
Who want what from more moneys I want a cut
Extortin start from the corner step on us up
Sixty inch screen laserdisc with the beam
It's my life i'm holding the dice don't intervene
I send a team to smash out your whole plans
No cold hands liquid or hunger to hold grands
From state bids to large cats who lace cribs
It's Firm Biz, y'all know what time it is

*I'm talking Firm Biz to you baby (Firm Firm Biz)
Talking bout the Firm, that is (Firm Firm Biz)
I'm talking Firm Biz to you baby (Firm Firm Biz)
Talking bout the Firm, that is that is
That is that is Firm Biz!

Peep the stee, creepin with AZ
B-12's crazy I ball with the firm's first lady
I brawl with those who hate me
Make me spray I all; hoping for the day I fall
Never that though Black 4 4's for fedz
Like Donnie Brascoe so peep the cappos
Who mack most splash it up with lactose
Pretty thug style, I blow you out slug style
Bent in the Caddy Coupe me and daddy duke
He schooled me on how to stand on my own two
He said son it's all kinda shit you gon' go through
Either you gon' make it or you gon' fall too
Now we headline tours remember me I told you that the world was yours
Married to the Firm laws
Esco bless flows y'all know me
Laced in the Sony Firm be the hottest click to blow G

*Repeat

My pops uesd to warn me never fall victim to the horny
Keep the pussy tight stay that bitch
If i'm gon' fuck lay that dick
Tony get him for his chips and pray he push a six
Now I got game to make the thuggish niggas scream my name
Hope the panties drop only if I cop
The baby blue drop gotta keep my wrist iced
The baddest bitch yeah the sex is alright
Lace 'em all night going to the crib
Jumping out the range in the iceberg tights
Yeah I know about the five and its one shut eye
360 wave spinning cat thinkin he Nas
From now 'til the day we shinin keep my diamond
Esco with me in the E reclining top dogs
The illest duo since the Boss name was Hugo
AZ Firm trio stay on the lee low

*Repeat (with modifications)

A tale of two cities. Right here.

It's time we set it straight connect with Dre the correct way
Predicting platnum in less then a day
So for that we amound us while y'all lackin' hope
All I do is write raps stack relax and smoke
Seeing my dreams come true stayin' humble in the eyes of others
Politician with the wisest brothers
It's Nature one of the greatest peep how I play this
Straight from the Bridge one of your kids favorites
From not till the day that I'm stiff fowl flagerant pay the rent
Always stay swift, stuck in my ways type shovanistic
Since a youth I had a thing for big jewels
Flooded rings and older bitches holding my riches
In lump sums for trust funds fully recoved thugs lust to bust guns
While niggas get drunk beat wifes and cuss sons
A slow process called life, let's show progress

Don Cortes, white rags cherry bently
Cop shines from Italy speak money language fluently
Never fuck with the nastiest flashiest
Bought a house as big as Scarface to show my happyness
Rackin' the 6 0's for those that want to get personal to home
Cock the heavy metal rollin' with my stones
Prominent with flashy garments spread a mill small bills
Bring a smile to an ill grill
Popular loved throughout the industry
If they sue light a philly cause the judge has gotta Free Willy
Solute with chill Remy gently escort four ladies an arm
The four caesers at he club Pentleys condo sweets I'm fancy
20 floors up overlookin' ladies boomerang they panties
Bump the Firm Family's latest takin' trips to Las Dregas
That's how we do it Aftermath incorperated

*C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon it's the motherfuckin' Frim Family ooh
Yeah, I better pinch myself to make sure I'm not dreaming
Ooh cause the way you make me feel I feel like ooh screaming

I spit rhymes for the radio and spit for tours
Spend doe that I never thought I'd hold before
Now if you just wanna front, you know my styles tight
Niggas never should of plugged up the motherfuckin' mic
Sippin' Tangeray 60 inch screen when we hang with Dre
I just flew in from Queens no bag and plan to stay
In the heat park this Royals Royce up in the beat
Seeing topless bitches rollerblading in the street

While I lounge in a jacousy sky cliff blue got the whole crew
Nas, AZ, Nature, Foxy there too, how we do?
Hit trees Cristal bottles, breeze tropical spread love till we wobble
It's time to give let the kids live comfortable
Anybody pumpin' between the East and West...fuck you
Make moves political hit this revenue
Set examples respect every individual

*Repeat

As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be in the Firm
I can remember when I first met Sosa, it was a glorious time
There were wise guys everywhere, we were around
Twenty one, twenty two at the time
Yeah every place we go, every party
People would stop and stare when we walked in
We would give the doorman a hundred dollars just for opening the door
Sosa would give the bartender two hundred dollars just for keeping
The ice cold, yeah we were legends and we still are

Two hundred fallen angels, we balling from every angle
Heavy bag gold, panamania changed angle
Let's tangle, tabernacles
Ill lukiens coming at you, fuck Parus
A billion years B.C., originally black Jews
Cashsews honey now roasted, let's kill the colprate
He owe us shit, toe toe toe with that four four bit
Fuck the hoe shit, mercury back tax ?birth? for me
Personally I existed when Earth was in need, indeed
Human lifeform transformed from light storms, poltrons
Electrons nuetrons, iced long
Nights long, repltilaians I'll see ya'll in the next millenium
What world are we really in, amphibians moved to the Carribean
Underwater force, placed under the court of law
Usually sport Warlaw, my mind stay core raw
Fill of ambiants, love fine carats and cars that launch
Nonchalaunt, usually there are Jimmies up in the palms
Play low style, Guteians change my whole profile
Left the dope pile, bet the guard be around for awhile
Firm Islamic, hit the croner of the Earth just like a comet

See I like Esco, he knew everybody and everybody knew him
He was the type of guy who routed for the bad guys in the movies
But hey

Die for this Firm, live for this Firm
Niggas learn, never should come before your fam
From ki's to ported grams, these are corners in the blue van
E's upon on us, cause of warrants
While we smoke hash cheese enormous, stack cheese
Travel the world like Taurus, went half with Sosa for four bricks
Down in Camdon, we handlin' to D.C.
Chips on fights with China White's by they tight PP
Wanting PC but all they get is good dick or four clips
For loose lips, by the jungle flise
Suck the pearl tongue juices, off you fly misses
Take her out to the Spark's stakehouse, gentelmen style
Coincidental, family's here
Meet fem fatale, French connection
Persian wet don, let's get this "F" on
The Ebony queen, Fox you grab my left arm
Dre made a QB the conton, BK and so on
Family strong ???? Nature, make sure we all get this millionaire's
paper
What a sweet site for sour eyes, may we rise
Hope for now on we never cross sides

You know what, most hoes would have left these cats a long time ago
I mean if your man gave you a gun to hide, what would ya'll hoes do?
But you know, the shit kinda turned me on

Black Madonna, hoes kill for they popals
Never seen a bitch like this, queen misses
Rock BDS's on the left wrists, trick check this
Respect this, Firm's niggas lie knee deep in this bitch
Wanna need bitch and have my pussy bleed, swear for 'em
Fuck and take the chair for 'em, whoever dare cross us
The thoughts that thoughts across a bitch's minds, pops the nine
Leave 'em resting in peices, while my thorough bitches peep this
Death before decid-a, screw me on the dick-a
Lace me in Gabanna, peep dat
Think I'm flippin' on these three cats,
Set yo clown ass right up with my down ass
Bitch to hold the cash and G's, stash the guns for 'em
And the icedy E Berkee, breathe the the sun for 'em
Long dick style, swallow the enemies cum for 'em
Pretty ass hoe, bitches fuck 'em and I dumb on 'em
When Nas pop the Crist, Fox cops the fifth
Make my doe up for OZ's, now hoes that's real uhhh

Five minutes to flush

They say they just wanna question me the interuption
4 in the morning they knocked and caught me fuckin'
Throw on something mad provocative play with the top lock
Buy me some time so I can hide the shit kinda quick
Move the guns clip the herb
They got me shook up plus my nut was disturbed
Hide the chocolate pickin' up shells form off the carpet
Baracaiding the door for war like a hostage
It's my crib, got my name on the lease
Can't explain niggas just get arrained and released
But who snitched set me up, I think it's you bitch
Sacrificing my life for you two kids?
Truth is, I got a business to lose eyewitness news
Paper tellin' bitches to move, police turned this into a zoo
Mad reporters, I laugh as I'm sippin' my brew
They think they caught us

*4 in the morning Feds are out at the door
What you gonna do?
What you gonna do when they come through for you?
Ooh ee ooh ee ooh ee yeah yeah yeah yeah
4 minutes left

About a minute went by they knocked harder
My bitch went hysterical in shock
Slapped her to calm her
4-4 cocked to armor
It's been a long day now I raid with jakes playin' in the hallway
It's senseless, enter my crib and can't prevent this
Blockin' my enterence, trying to knock it off the hindges
Battering rams coming inches, my hoe was buggin'
Throw a fit thowin' puttin' coke in the oven
Like I'm Larry Davis the phone rang some D.A. bitch
"Nature turn yourself in" I didn't say shit
Knowin' in my heart I'm a stay rich
It's abusing, confusing them until they lose patience
Try to ease up, calm my nerves with the cheeba
Hoping the door doesn't fall before the keys flush
Thieves rush, plus the riot squad
No surrender no retreat shit's deep but times is hard

*Repeat

By the time they had busted in I had touched the cash
Just flushed the last hundred grams nigga subduct the math
They made me either that or let them take me
Still in my night clothes fake like I'm asleep
Spoke to my rat heard him ask where the coke at
Predicate felon hope to never go back
They had survelance aware of all dealings
Knew about bitches that liked to shoot and loot kept in ceilings
Searching my spot behind curtains stay cursing
Chief of police finally meet him in person
But I just flushed the yayo what could he say do
Trying to flip on me, once was on the payroll
Trying to laylow he can't find what he need
So instead I'm cuffed taken down for some weed
But it's just for a short say, I call the Firm then emerge
On the streets to return the next court day

*Repeat

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

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

*You gonna make me fuck somebody else (I'm gonna fuck somebody)
If you keep on treating me the way you do
(you don't wanna do it, you don't wanna do it)
You gonna make me fuck somebody else
If you keep on treating me the way you do
(you don't wanna do it, you don't wanna do it)

Most of these cats ain't got nothing for me, but if we talikng G's
That's a different story, now don't embarass yourself
Cause if you ain't pushin' what I'm tryin' to push next year
You talking for ya health, nigga rock on
Check where you come from, you now my stee dun
Run a G and leave 'em strung with they tongue hung, niggas is bold now
I puts the gold down, I ain't laughing
Cats be asking can they lick my hole now, feel free
Nigga eat me, treat me
Ya trick, pussy clit lickin'
No ass gettin' dick, first roles
Niggaz is my hoes, top my doe
Wanna lace me with some head after my show, bringin' dat
I'm the nasty bitch that I am, make 'em lick my pearl tongue
And you got to give my girls some, fuck a man
Bitch got the world in her hand, just on spite
Niggaz got to fuck me right

*Repeat

Aye yo Fox quit the PP on niggaz that is ricky
Have them cats wining like Be-Be and Ce-Ce, Ill Na Na
Pussy hot like a sauna, have yo dick doin' flips in my teddy by
Gabanna
Can yo baby's momma keep it wet like this, sex like this
Nigga this is the best it gets, been around the world twice
Gettin' more ice, bomb ass cock
Fuck a nigga all night, for you bitch kept the pussy tight
All night, nasty when I wanna
Pussy you make me wonder, any eye in me
Keep vibin' me, roll a nigga got the word that he coppin' threes
They call him Long Dick Steve, make the pussy steamy
Lips in the ass with his face thug cree, ya'll should've seen him
Nigga dick mad tiny, doin' tricks like a muthafuckin' genie

*Repeat

Now niggaz get a nut just to watch me strut, niggas tried knockin' me
up
Locking me down, what clown copped me a truck
But I ain't need it, he passed me da blunts but I don't get weeded
Smoke the put bush, let him eat it
Let's him get high then his face in my thigh, while I'm in his ride
Fuck a nigga Todd, screamin' my name
Cum stains on the wood grain, had a good thang
But the truth is your loose lips mad me ruthless, now you sex what
Jerk it, it's for certain
Had him spend up, had him bent up
Got the next nigga none in ya Benz truck
Ain't nothing wrong with a good dick, fuck a trick
Suck a dick, let no trick
Nigga pass up, fuck the last nut
Get a ass up uhh the next what, can a nigga do
But fuck you and ya crew with down ass hoes

*Repeat

You gonna make me fuck somebody (you gonna make fuck somebody)
You gonna make me fuck somebody (if you keep fucking up the way you
do)
You gonna make me fuck somebody (ohh fuck somebody)
You gonna make me fuck somebody (you're gonna make me fuck somebody)

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)

[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.]

[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.]

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

What?
That Firm shit, that Firm shit, what's that?
What?
That Firm shit, that Firm shit

Everyday I'ma polli bout, who's the best hotty out?
And will they ever let Gotti out?
Am I real? Feel free to try me out
Guaranteed eternally, you signin out
I only bang quarters, not a thing short of
than a dime, rhyme like a crime scene reporter
Thought shorty would lose but the game taught her
Hoodrat just like Thelma, James' daughter
Killer put you on, got you laced in Bucon
Bledest stone, where the place you call home?

Brooklyn girl, plotted then I took the world
You know the whole drill, Na Na so Ill
Make mills and escro, decimals
Cancoon, Mexico, X-and-O
Bracelets got all, along with gold
Now it's platinum rings, songs is sold
Hot from the jumpstart, let the game spark
Thriller, will I shot to the top of the charts

Head honcho, cat Esco
Push everything from the Coupe to the Fo'
Never love a ho, get my dick sucked
Smoke the chocolate, trick my chicks up
Pass all the ki's to mami, whip it up
Fox get the B's, Bonnie live it up

*Your love, so good
You deserve some hardcore
That Firm shit, that Firm shit

*Repeat

FIRM, NIGGA WHAT? Get my twat licked
Never love a trick, get him for his chips
Fuck him and his dick, nigga where the six?
He actin like a bitch, he should've known this
Got the stone the wrist, I ain't no bonin this
Bomb ass shit, I could play with my shit

Rap niggas, capitalise, stock figures
Cognac is that liquor
Got me all numbed out, now I'm in the street with the guns out
Niggas better take me home, 'fore I dumbs out
Might fuck around, lay somethin down
wit mad niggas out here to see that shit
We that click, runnin shit up in New Yick
all the way down to Hicktown, layin it down

Fox be the classiest, the sassiest
The clubs, all thugs grab my wrists, offer me moselle Crist
More of the shit to hold you with
Keep hatin I'ma fold your bitch
Should've known to control that chick, hoes mad cos I roll the 6
Doe full of ices, black Isis
Sidewalk, my niggas stay fuckin your girl
The rest be, hoes in stretch jeans with red seams
Take it from me, let a nigga dream
Make em lick that, get the cat for his cream

*Repeat (x2)

It's about time I reverse that
Bitches learn game, rehearse that
It ain't no love, ma remember that
Ya hoes wanna slap while I got him on his back
tryin to hurt that

Think you're grown, half the niggas sittin at home
watchin the kids, while you're gettin it on
I'm too smart for that, caught you creepin
Receipts in your Prada bag, sweets every weekend
Spendin my doe, I coulda spent that on hydro
You ain't slick enough, think I don't know

Dumb ass, think I slept on your bum ass
Knew the whole stee bout a chip like me
Did it on G-P, let you eat me
Couldn't freak me, I'm better off with TV
That Firm shit, that Firm shit

**Can't get enough, oooooh oooooh, oooooh oooohooooh
That Firm shit, that Firm shit

*Repeat (x3)

**Repeat

[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]

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)

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)

[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

[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)

[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

[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

[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

yo, Nori know this, and Nori know that
but Nori know gat (why)
cause Nori buck dat
Iraq'll make you famous
throwing gang signs like it's sign language
distinguish us from the others
kidnap your baby mothers
bringing drama to the deep covers
salute g, bust you down like a lucie
Jose probably lay with a gold uzi
crunk Italy, Africa and Sicily
niggaz acting sissy see
pointing guns and missing me
(Nas: "Yo son, it's on son")
hey yo there's beef in the hood again
niggaz came with hoods again
thinking that it woulda been
saw us, from what we first did
when we did
now we twist another wig, a mother lose another kid
but it's beef now, keep it short
real brief now
strike vigorous, no intentions of missing it
they sent the message, or example, whatever
set it up man on man
only to score we apply the plan
quickly explain why you ran in this dark land
we lay you down in the sand
on the lines like the internet
many would come if you would pose off
against my set, there ain't a nigga yet
smoke so much, niggaz say I need nicarette
you say bogie but you used to say cigarette
nine-oh, a new religion, a new beginning

*I'm leaving

baby don't go
I know the block is hot
boo I'll watch your spot

I'm leaving
sweetie don't leave
I need you to stay with me (come on)

uh huh, uh, uh
uh huh, uh, uh
I'm leaving

boo I can't understand

and don't think that I'll be back again

it's like a bad dream
and I can't wake up
mouth caked up
knowing these cats is fake fucks
and it ain't right
with no love, them hugs ain't tight
son we used to pop bottles and slugs the same night

hey yo they left me
right hand damaged and I ain't lefty
couldn't bust when I's supposed to pull
what I'm supposed to do?
lay down, watch these niggaz spray me
or maybe
we strike accurate
blaze them plus they ladies

I woulda never thought we'd ever get caught
in this way of life
prosecution, if you violate a player's rights
say it twice
Nature soon to be engraved in ice
hanging off my neck
glistens like it's framed in light

niggaz call me Jose
shootin the Artie Clay
Benedict Arnold type
getting this rap loot
still selling China White
either Allah or Christ
married to marijuana
now my niggaz don't write
(still ice, still living this life)

*Repeat

you got the nerve to say that Nature's slipping?
the greatest vision
bald-head kid
Cartier frames, the latest Pippens
doggystyle was my favorite position
until I switched it, dead shit
got on some head shit
headed in the wrong direction up in the Sheraton
QB to LA still puffing my medicine
for those lost in the streets up north or deceased
for those struggling unfortunate to eat
I dedicate this, tell me right now how do you rate this?
whatever happened to the mule and the 40 acres
it's outrageous, the way the god finesse the basics
invasion, me and Noreaga Firm made men

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

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

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

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

[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

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

[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

[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)

[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

[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

[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

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

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

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

[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

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

[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

Yo this Esco, who this?

What's the deally?
I just touched grounds down in Philly
Brought a pound with me, Feds floatin around silly
Tryin to find Lynn, bitch supposed to be in the Benz
Parked in row ten, her and that slow hoe Gwen
Should of known she was a bitch that we both could of boned
to post it alone, the ass had us both in the zone
But you know the rules, both been schooled by older dudes
I know the jewels
No time for them thoughts, too much to lose
Just tryin to vibe until them hoes role with the ride
Where's your joy and pride?
You know little Des got your eyes

In the cut, drop-Z okay, the top's up
Left the mall bought Little Amal the toy truck
Your boy's what, three years old now, correct?
He and my daughter age neck and neck, they futures set
Trees got me wet, in the background's an old cassette
Fly Stephanie Mills shit
What's the deal with, all this shit I'm hearin up top
You got arrested, shot a fair one with a cop
That ain't ya stee', you usually low key with no t
I'm only goin off of what some weak bitch told me

That's some ill shit, hear that bitch go with her click

Yo Dunn,
I'll hit you right back cause the static is thick

*We got your phone tapped, what you gon' do
Cause sooner or later, we'll have your whole crew
All we need now is the right word or two
to make all it stick like glue, then you through
We got your phone tapped, what you gon' do
Cause sooner or later, we'll have your whole crew
All we need now is the right word or two
to make all it stick like glue, we got you

We just hit the cribbo, I'm curled up on this pillow
I'm still low, hold the ill news, these niggaz killed mo'
The shit touched me, tryin to chill just lit a dutchie
from a while back - same foul cats who tried to bust me
Caught 'em sleeppin, in Spanish Harlem with some Puerto Ricans
Up in Washington Heights right off the Deacon
Feel awful speakin, for some reason, feel the phone's tapped
Alone with gats left with a vest to watch my own back

Keep your eyes open - stay wide, shit is mind blowin
Look for any sign showin one-time is knowin
about the dynasty, shit is not minor leauges no more
Cats bleed in this cold war
Son we took an oath, then this life took us both
We rich now, milk the whole cow, split the growth
Now I'm on the car doin, headlights on
Fluid in the windsheild wipes gone this light storm
that's formin in the sky, you comin home tomorrow?
Will you drive or will you fly - hold up, my other side

Yo son some other cats tried to ruin our plans
Sendin two decoy bitches with pictures of you and your man
Askin your whereabouts - I gave 'em no leads
For all the nigga know them hoes fuck with police

No shit I'm clickin over, I'ma tell Sos' quick
Son - them outta state bitches tryin to get us both hit
That was Nate, he hit me last night late while in my hoe's stomach
Said it's no hundred, we FBI's most wanted
So play the low, change your clothes, pack your bags
Watch what you say on this phone, get home fast

*Repeat

Yo it's all good
I'ma hit you when I touch down tomorrow son, word

Stay on point - don't even use the phone
just come to my crib yo, word up

Out

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