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[Foxy Brown speaking]
The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? The Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid? When the wicked came against me to eat up my flesh My enemies and foes, they stumbled and fell Though an army may encamp against me My heart shall not fear Though war may rise against me In this I will be confident [Darius] I will survive [Chorus] Take, these broken wings (these broken wings) And let them fly again And let them live so free (you taught me how to fly, fly) When we hear, the voices sing The book of love will open up, and let us in [Foxy Brown] Feel like I've got this black cloud hangin' over me It's like this pain is takin' control of me Every move I make, determines my fate Feel like I'm dying slow, and that's the shit I hate The constant pressure, the bullshit rumors The outcast, I'm the one they love to badge When the records stop sellin' And the crowds stop yellin' All I have is me Bet you thought I'd die without you But see how I'm still living Thought that I would self destruct But I'm still here, with another one Even though I felt crumbled, I made it through the rumble Torn apart, a young woman scorned Coping with the pain, nearly drove me insane In the hospital, crying in the pain All types of medications, flowing through my veins [Chorus: Darius] Take, these broken wings (these, broken, wings) And let them fly again And let them live so free When we hear, the voices sing (I will learn, I will learn, how to fly) The book of love will open up, and let us in [Foxy Brown] Please, understand I'm a human first And before Foxy Brown, I'm just still Inga And my family, is my whole life And I cherish this ring that you put on my finger We survived through the roughest stones Sleeping with our baby pit bull on the basement floors And through it all, you and I felt we could be strong All through the rough times, through the pains and storms And, it's like when it rains, it pours All they see is gray and blue, they don't know you like I do Five years committed, y'all just don't understand No career, no fame, meant more than my man And, to my fans that slept through it all Through the rise and the fall, I love y'all all Even when I nearly lost my mind Some remained loyal, ignored the headlines and [Chorus: Darius] Take, these broken wings (take, these broken wings) And let them fly again And let them live so free (let em fly, let em fly) When we hear, the voices sing (voices sing) The book of love will open up, and let us in [Foxy Brown] Story of my legacy, this can't be life Lord, I feel like I'm fallin' Praying for strength, I'm losing my mind And, how can you fly when your wings are broken? And, how can I smile when my heart is broken? Through all the pain I've felt, that's the hand I'm dealt My personal problem, stays in my home Know I won't discuss them, reporters I don't trust 'em [Chorus: Darius] Take, these broken wings (these broken wings) And let them fly again And let them live so free (I wanna see them fly) When we hear, the voices sing The book of love will open up, and let us in Take, these broken wings (take these broken wings) And let them fly again (oohh) And let them live so free (let them live so free, so free) When we hear, the voices sing (yeahh) The book of love will open up, and let us in [Darius] Teach me how to fly (ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh-ooh) Teach me how to fly I believe, in the power, of love (ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh) Can't you hear me, don't you hear me? (ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh-ooh) I'm calling out to you Foxy help me sing (ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh) These broken wings |
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| 2. |
| 3:10 |
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[Young Gavin]
Through this hard times, the negativity, the jealousy [Foxy] Yo Carolina Blue six - hottest bitch on the block Used to Willie Ducatti, Saco, Prada kick High school, got signed wrote them platti hits Tito was the same shit, got a platti wrist They say I'm stoosh cause I cover my bush In that Dolce Gabbana, I'm a hot little mama The number one stunna Slim, skin copper Like bare bra, I'd eat that gravy proper You got a money fetish You wanna see me where your bed is? Playboy y'all got to give me five letters Like Prada, Jacob, Fendi boots C. Dior, clothing, suits Range Rover, Gucci shoes First class, flat class, Paris [Young Gavin] Don't hate me cause I'm ballin' Lord take me if I'm fallin' I think I hear them callin' me Why the keep on callin' me? Don't hate me cause I'm ballin' Lord take me if I'm fallin' I think I hear them callin' me Why the keep on callin' me? [Foxy] If I was to die, it be too many cowards alive Fox Brown, Bonnie minus the Clyde And today I'mma make this one promise to God Even if I go wood, I'mma keep it so hood And I got chills when I signed my deal And I shed tears when Biggie and Pac got killed It's only one other broad that really got skills She's alright, but she's not real Brown, I'm hot with no rehearsal time And I stays on tour like the circle line Ain't a bitch that could emulate my classic delivery I rep' New York like the Statue of Liberty Mentally I'm in my own zone holding my spot Fox, basically I'm the female Pac And it's like my life is a thesis Sometimes I feel like I'm talking Swedish Y'all niggas don't get it And me I'm balling, the streets keep calling Lord take my soul I feel like I'm falling [Young Gavin] Don't hate me cause I'm ballin' Lord take me if I'm fallin' I think I hear them callin' me Why the keep on callin' me? Don't hate me cause I'm ballin' Lord take me if I'm fallin' I think I hear them callin' me Why the keep on callin' me? [Foxy Brown] Before me there was many but none so hot They had no other choice but to run they spot Rock since 15 I was bound to ball Think it's time to run my resume down to y'all See, Touch Me...platinum Ain't No...gold Total...500,000 sold Ill Nana...2.8 The Firm...another mil Then Chyna Doll came, it's pretty much the same And anything we rap about you see us do Now we stay in demand like PS2 Lot of planes, lot of cars, a lot of chauffeurs Lot of Gucci, lot of Louis, lot of Proda loafers Couple dollars and with that I bought my Range Pretty adn Reg got a lot of ass off my name now Yeah I'm balling the streets keep calling Lord take my soul...I feel like I'm falling (Don't hate us) CHORUS (2X) |
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| 4:21 |
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I'm the most critically acclaimed,
rap bitch in the game Coast to coast, stash the gat in holster girl Dark skinned, Christian Dior poster girl Mo' rockin Timbs bitch and the Gucci loafers girl Niggaz say I'm too pretty to spit rhymes this gritty Fuck y'all thought? Be dancin around in suits like I'm {Diddy} Pretty, show niggaz how we run this city Respect my name, Boogie nigga, stay in ya lane Like The Hurricane, rains on bitches like Sugar Shane And dare one of y'all rappin chicks to mention Fox name "What's Beef?" Beef is when bitches think it's sweet See y'all frontin in the streets and let my gat meet ya 1- Why Yoooooooo, Why yo yo yo Why Yoooooooo, Why yagga ya yo Why Yoooooooo, Why yo yo yo Why Yoooooooo, Why yagga ya yo (yagga yo) Check, uhh It's like I'm in my own fuckin world, I speak how I feel Sometimes I feel like I'm just too fuckin real I love to stack riches, no disrespect y'all I respect the rap game, but I don't fuck with rap bitches I'm speakin from my heart It's not that I'm too good, I'm just hood Been like this from the fuckin start Since I bust my gun in ninety-six Y'all never see me flick up with them fake-ass chicks Bitches smile up in your face, turn around and pop shit You a industry bitch, I'm a in the streets bitch I might breeze through Prada, Chloe or Tiffs But, other than that it's just me and my six I dream filthy My moms and pops mixed it with the Trini' rum and whiskey Uhh, proper set off Six sped off, gats let off, I speak calm Gangsta, and pours off like Screechie Don, bwoy Who y'all know rock Prada like Fox Pop bottles in the back of the cellar with Donatella Cartier wrist wear, Pasha Kay face Got niggaz stand in line just to get a sneak taste Act like y'all don't know I keeps gat beneath waist And like a hundred thou' each crib in each safe When Fox come through she have a gun in the place I'm like Marion Jones, what, who the FLUCK wan' race? Listen, never trippin, never catch Brown slippin Fuck, y'all only nice around mics like Pippen Shit, to all my thugs that's Blood'n or Crip'n I'm still shittin, still lowridin and switch-hittin nigga |
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| 4. |
| 4:20 |
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[Chorus: Foxy Brown]
Lemme tell you where I grew up at Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, blew up that Where them fake thugs got they vest-es chewed up at Brooklynnn beef! Who want that? [Foxy Brown] I grew up in the thoroughist bourough - B.K. Where B.I.G. had everybody rockin D.K. Gav was the first dude with the C.L.K. and bricks was gettin shipped outta East L.A. It's Brooklyn, where niggaz lives was tooken Rich cats got knocked and they wallets was tooken Fort Greene and Hemlock, the fifth been cocked We cried when they killed Lenox and popped them rocks (Aiyyo, ya ain't hear, what {the fuck} I just said?) B.K. - the home of Biggie and Jay Where niggaz got Will Smith chips, get jiggy all day Bitches that boost in the city all day Heckel and Koch, crack spots, federal watch I grew up here, sip Mo', threw up here Yo the feds snatched two up here, in B.K. Niggaz in the hood in that all blue and grey Gorillas got rich from stairwells and P.A. [Chorus] - 2X [Foxy Brown] Brooklyn! The livest borough You come here frontin you might die in this borough The East, the feelin Bed-Stuy's in this borough It's full of projects, the wildest borough Try to figure out which side is thorough From, C.I. to Saint Marks is carryin cons Niggaz rock Coogi and Dolce Gaban's So women here make a livin just carryin bombs We pop, corks a little bit and we floss a little bit In the club, buyin out Cris', pour us a little bit I told y'all that my borough is thorough I know niggaz that'll clap you up and bury the metal Same day, still in the hood we so, ghetto Brook-Nam, holla back, get your crook on Live from the seven-one-eight, we raised the eight Everytime papi raise the weight of that weight, motherfucker [Chorus] - 2X [Foxy Brown] It's B.K. nigga, get yo' vest ate up Over them chips, you could get S-Ked up They find you in the back of the buildin - sprayed up All for the love of this paper; we misled By 21 - some'll be dead By 22 - the rest of these dudes'll be in the Feds We got change but we still FUCKED up Niggaz is outta jail but they still locked up The feds takin flicks when we pullin the drops up BK open up, get popped up You know it's the borough where cats drive with the box in the truck Tre' pound glocked up, wrist be rocked up Yellin out "Get down, lay down when we pop up!" Blocks so hot we drive the drops with tops up Windows tinted, you can't see who is in it It's Brown nigga, I represent it, it's Brooklyn! [Chorus] - 4X [Outro] B.K. borough bitches, ain't nuttin but the best in here (?) Housings, East New York, real niggaz, real shit happen nigga Fuck y'all know about bang-outs, gettin busy? Fuck police and all that nigga, real niggaz Brooklyn nigga! |
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| 5. |
| 6:58 |
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[Ron Isley]
*shimmering memories.. up in the studio gettin low* *listening... it's the realest shit I've ever wrote* This is a letter From Inga To my mother, and my brothers, and my baby [Foxy Brown] Dear Mommy, I apologize I know it's because of me that your life is traumatized (and) it's cause of me that at times you wanna die But you was always there when your little Na Na cried (and) When the media said Foxy's ill You was there when this fame almost got me killed When I was in the hospital, could not be still Only you knew the reasons why I popped these pills And to my friends I love them and I know they care But, time after time, you was always there When I did the Vibe cover, holdin my crotch I was wailin, while you prayed for me hopin I'll stop Sorry for the times I didn't tell the truth And I'm sorry for the times when I yelled at you I love you mommy, sorry that's happened Please pass the letter to Gavin [Ron Isley] *shimmering memories.. up in the studio gettin low* *listening... it's the realest shit I've ever wrote* This is a letter From Inga To my mother, and my brothers, and my baby Ah yea oh oh oh yea.. [Foxy Brown] Gavin, dang, where do I start You knew it all, you was there from the start My cold deed the ear to my heart Just writing this tears me apart (see) Seemed like yesterday when I signed my deal Brought the Benz, and put you behind the wheel I wanted you to know that I did it for us And I wanted you to know I was committed to us And of course the long way, we had our disputes You didn't care for some of the things that I would do But you still watched my back, complete and the same You're the one that used to school me, and teach me the game (see) Whether I'm here, or dead in a box Keep my name alive, you know no bitch is better than Fox I love you, tell ma I'll never forget her Let Ant read the rest of the letter [Ron Isley] *shimmering memories.. up in the studio gettin low* *listening... it's the realest shit I've ever wrote* This is a letter To my mother, and my brothers, and my baby Ohhh I love you yeaaah [Foxy Brown] Anton, don't let this letter get you down Dagg, I hope I didn't let you down I made my mistakes I was young in the mind But you gotta admit, I was one of a kind Remember Miami when you fought my man Can't imagine how mentally lost I am (*memories*) Never knew life could be so painful Tell daddy I love him, and I'm still his little angel I'm all cried out, I feel like I wanna go Can't take this no more I want my life like it was before My life so raw Love you Ant but I can't write no more [Ron Isley] Ohhh come on come back home Memories, Memories.. Ohh I'm so sorry I want my lover Yeaaa this is my letter To my mother, and my brothers, and my baby My my my baby Please, listen Listen to me Oh somebody listen Listen to me Come on home Rarararararara Memories... Oh I love my mother And my brother But what about my baby Oh my baby Listen to me listen Keep the family Come back home to me Oooohhhh... My letter My letter.. Listen.... |
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| 6. |
| 4:13 |
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Whoa, whoa
What the plurrr is this, YO! They say I'm 730, say I spaz out FB is ill, she'll wild out Can y'all feel my pain? I can't let it slide How could I smile when I'm hurtin' so bad inside? Yo how can we start this My life is thorough never heartl |
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| 3:44 |
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[Kelis]
I taste just like candy, candy I taste just like candy So dance with me [Foxy] Yo now let me paint y'all a whisper Fox pimp hard, quiet just like a whisper Don't get it mixed up Bad little sista Not bad meaning bad, but bad meaning good Damn I'm so hood You should see me in them jeans It's hard to describe and Being cocky is just a part of the vibe I might stop and holla and pop my colla Maybe a little conceited but that's always needed Love attention when I'm passing by And I show a little cleavage and I catch his eye Just the thought of him eating, I was outside soaking Duke standing locing, mouth wide open I walked over, licking my lips And adjusting my tits and switching my hips Shit he threw his hand on my waist Looked in my face and said he wanna know how I taste [Kelis] I taste just like candy So dance with me I taste just like candy So dance with me I taste just like candy So dance with me I taste just like candy So dance with me VERSE 2 Now just imagine me nude, stretched out Be all over the news if this gets out So bad that the press might ban me Now how bad you wanna know if I'm sweeter then candy What would you risk? Would you put up the car? Taste my na na in the rain on the hood of your car Or the back of the plane Nipples all out, bent over the sink with my panties in your mouth When my dark skin complexion steps in Won't take no questions to get him and uh The thought of Fox give men erections And get real stiff at the sight of my tits Now we can role play You be the pilot, I'll be the stewardess Boy I ain't knew to this When I lay on my stomach and throw my legs back Y'all probably won't know how to act [Kelis] I taste just like candy So dance with me I taste just like candy So dance with me I taste just like candy So dance with me I taste just like candy So dance with me I taste just like candy So dance with me I taste just like candy So dance with me I taste just like candy So dance with me I taste just like candy So dance with me [Foxy] I'm real sweet like a candy corn I'm in your thoughts late night when your boys are gone Picture me, t-shirt, no panties on Or maybe topless, homie I'm priceless boy The kind of girl that love to talk shit 'Specially when I'm on top The whole show stop Even though I'm sweet Ain't nothin' sweet Let me know when you're ready to eat [Kelis] I taste just like candy So dance with me I taste just like candy So dance with me I taste just like candy So dance with me I taste just like candy So dance with me... |
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| 8. |
| 3:32 |
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Ugh, Ehh, Uh!
(What, WHAT!) (What's bumpin', Baby Cham, Fox Brown) Uh! Fox Brown, Baby Cham Ugh, Kingston, Brooklyn, WHAT! Dave Kelly, Can't stop this, We did it again What?! What?! Uh! HY-YAH! (Foxy Brown) How many times I gotta let yall bitches know I'm, Why, so many bitches wanna take my flow I'm, Too hot, Too dope, Flow like that pink Cris and Momosa Who the fuck dope-ah? (Ehh!) Niggas wanna run up in my spots and, Every nigga wanna pull off on my frock and, Me and Cham do that Yard-Hip Hop and, Y'all can't fuck with us, We keep niggas boppin' (Let 'em know now) (Baby Cham) Tell dem ah ooman we a defend Love to si di charlies inna Benz or a BM Holla if ya livin' right Get the benjamins, aight? Let them know a money we a defen (Holla at us now) I let dem' know already and I'm tellin' dem' again We on another level, Fox Brown ah set the trend (We on another level) Head's boppin' and, Collars poppin' and Prada rockin' to the end (Can ya feel me?) Breaker, Breaker Call di undertaker, Niggas will' be dyyyy-in' I am no fake-ah Send 'dem niggas cryyyy-in' back to their maker Muddafuckas tryyyy-in' to be a shake-ah Ya didn't know they shouldn't mess wit' people from Jamaica Baby Cham and Foxy Brown, a we take the cake-ah Drop a bomb on them, Now it's like a earthquake-ah See them fasis movin' like a snake-ah (ya heard me) [-Chorus-] Ah whatta day when the tables will turn whatta day when the tables will turn, Ah whatta day when the tables will turn whatta day when the tables will turn, (Wey eh) whatta day when the tables will turn whatta day when the tables will turn, (Yo) whatta day when the tables will turn whatta, day when the tables will turn, (Foxy Brown) Throw ya hands up, whyle the fuck out Raw little peachy, bust the screechy (Eh!) Zip it up, Uh, zip it up, Uh, zip it up, Uh, zip it up, HY-YAH! Grab a couple stouts and, show 'em whatch'all 'bout Y'all can't deny us, we dare y'all to try us The best to ever do it, so throw ya hands to it And hit the dancefloor, what the fuck y'all came for? Hot shit, Ill Na Na, MadHouse, Lock this shit down Nigga what, we don't give a fuck Big Pussy like Sopranos, Young Fox ride big cock my nigga An pupalik pon dat, Ehh [-repeat hook then Baby Chams verse until fade-] |
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| 9. |
| 3:47 |
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[Foxy Brown]
HEY, you're 'bout to hear the most incredible shit ever written Hard spittin', cigar splittin' PRAY, to your god and to them words in the Biblical scriptures Critical bitch must, flow to the shit that just fit her RODE, with the best auto that money can buy me The best damn mami, Def Jam signed me HOES, you know they'll never compare to my status Nothin' matters, I'm the fuckin' baddest see FAME, is worth it if you got money to match it I'm hotter than acid and don't even practice GAME, guess I got it at birth from my momma Ill Na Na, real drama, see I BALL, til' I can't or I'm covered by maggots I straight spaz it and let y'all have it BLAOW! [Chorus 2X: Ragheb Alameh] + (translation) Zahran ana wahdee (My love, I'm so lonely) leelah warra leelah (Night after night, my hand is on my cheek) u meen gheyrak ashkeelah? (And who excepting you should I tell you so?) {Foxy Brown} Hey... I'm speakin to the hood! [Foxy Brown] SPLURGE,when I'm gettin' my money it's nothin' Always bussin', flows is disgustin' WOAH, I'm constantly multiplying my digits Fox the richest, please no pictures ONES, that I be countin' be keepin' me smilin' We out wildin', shout to the island! DUN, I keep it gangsta for all of my soldiers It's so over, keep y'all composure STYLE, when we want and we love when they hate us Don't debate us, flow's not contagious FOUL, we can be if y'all niggas provoke us Buenos noches, do not approach us FLOSS, til the law say I can't or I'm finished Pour the Guiness, I'm a straight menace! BLAOW! [Chorus] [Foxy Brown] KNOW, what I built I ain't tryin' to mess up Barbie dressed up, you're just my successor WHOA, I hear your company's holdin' that budget I always thug it hood for the public BENZ, my CREAM material's iller than average Lots of baggage, shopping savage and my FANS, say that my album is close to a classic They don't, gas it, y'all gots to have it SHOES, got to be Christian or Gucci or Prada Who could stop her, ain't a bitch, hotter LOSE, you always will when you go against Foxy Wrist, rocky, y'all bitches watch me RISE,til they kill me I'm ballin' and spending Laws I'm bendin' til my life is endin', now! BLAOW! [Chorus] |
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| 3:58 |
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[Foxy Brown]
Who the fuck told bitches they could do what I do And all of a sudden all y'all bitches got accents too Bad gyal, bitches can't do the shit that I do Sometime a gal fi get coof - hoo hoo hoo hoo; whoa I tell a motherfucker this Some niggaz nowadays mood's worse than a bitch And as for this chick, me love bum flick on bad man dick so Got the pussy; I got the lie fo'? I'm a grown ass bitch with my own ass shit Now hear dis, u no wan' chat? Me a go BUST unnu secret Ya a big battyman, ya love look man bottom Pussy watchman, you a trace gyal pattern Fuck who, niggaz wish they could fuck me Like they never seen a hot gal act like we Big bumba claat star, push hot car Big hood, me love back way all day And the way my man fuck, can't even stand up And when he gets stiff it cum like ten dicks Take it through my hole right through my appendix I got a message; whydontch'all motherfuckers sit on this? [Chorus 2X: Baby Cham] From a puss hole, dis man we shot dem If a fass hole fi dead man we back dem If a gun shot fi bust man we clap dem An if a riddim fi ride man we rock dem [Foxy Brown] Out of all the broads in the game, Fox is the baddest Picture me fuckin with a nigga half my status Bad gal bust big gun and no wan' see me buck it Move ya bumba hole, bwoy gwon mind ya jacket How dare y'all motherfuckers even spit my name Go na man, 'fore I have you X'd out the game And tell dem all your gang pussy like sugar cane And buck yat take beer owed by queer, oh dem where dat? Bet you wish you lucked up, and got a quick nut I wouldn't fuck you if I was horny, or pissy-ass drunk Lucky I don't fuck around and get you stuck up Waitin outside your studio, collect your dub bucks Bitch - fuck around and get that nigga gun buck Outside and fully loaded with the gun stashed up In front of cactus, chrome fo'-fifth And a bag of full clip for niggaz with loose lip - FIYAH [Chorus] [Foxy Brown] How many times I got to let y'all bitches know I'm one of a kind, can't fuck with mines See when Fox in the place, pure hotness a gwan when I bust wine we na watch ya face, gwan Ya too fraud, sound ridiculous I'm the only Trini bitch that can kick yard shit, FIYAH What you know about skin out and bruck out Like a bad gyal bunny hot style, pop pure style [Baby Cham - repeat 2X] Look at this wannabe's comin around me Sick of these fake G's tryin to clown me Why these/you niggaz be tryin to drown me I'm tellin you fools no one can bound me [Chorus - repeat to end] {*Baby Cham ad libs at end, w/o beat*} |
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| 4:00 |
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[Mystikal]
If it ain't about my paper (paper) The bitch don't call me (Bitch don't call me) Cause I'm about my motherfucking business (my business) So you can kill that talking (kill that talking) If you ain't got no motherfucking confrontation Then keep on walking (Watch out there now) Cause I'm about to show you what you paid for when you came here Put your hands up, let's get this motherfucker started [Foxy] Who could talk about that money better than me? Who could stay so hood femininely? Who stay on 5th Ave spending them g's? Who뭩 just as controversial as Eminem be? F-O-X-Y, East Coast, West Side Who the fuck really want come test I Don뭪 start no shit tonight You know them gangsta Brooklyn niggas is quick to fight But we 'bout our dough - you know how that go You know Brown come through with the hot ass flow And go straight at them, quickly go platinum Still cocky, wrist still rocky Real chunky niggas still want me Still touring and shopping in every country Fox, Pooh and Pretty run this city [Mystikal] If it ain't about my paper (paper) The bitch don't call me (Bitch don't call me) Cause I'm about my motherfucking business (my business) So you can kill that talking (kill that talking) If you ain't got no motherfucking confrontation Then keep on walking (Watch out there now) Cause I'm about to show you what you paid for when you came here Put your hands up, let's get this motherfucker started [Mystikal] I came here to take my dick out, LOOK OUT If you ain't 'bout that sucking, fucking, smoking or drinking The hooker GET OUT I ain't come here for no foolishness I'm cute as Lil Bow Wow but throw bows like Ludacris Let me through here, let me bust something Let me do this shit The original booth, ain't no fucking duplicate Passportin' when a pen on the pad You gotta fuck me right now bitch, I'm the man Dropping 12th Ward B's on 'em Bitch I'm loaded so don't ask me about no motherfucking weed aroma Yeah I'm Grammy nominated When the 'Lou says James Brown ain't been this animated Bitch I thought I TOLD YOU I'm the rappin' Ray Lewis, nigga I'll fold you That's how these niggas get they shit knocked down From fucking with Mystikal and the chick Fox Brown [Mystikal] If it ain't about my paper (paper) The bitch don't call me (Bitch don't call me) Cause I'm about my motherfucking business (my business) So you can kill that talking (kill that talking) If you ain't got no motherfucking confrontation Then keep on walking (Watch out there now) Cause I'm about to show you what you paid for when you came here Put your hands up, let's get this motherfucker started [Mystikal] Foxy thing, watch yourself Show me what you're working with Foxy thing [Foxy Brown] Without that cash, what the fuck I뭢 gaining Stop your complaining When rappers fade, Fox is remaining If you shoot just watch where you뭨e aiming This is real, it뭩 not entertainment The same way I ball I could quickly fall But nah, I뭢 still here, till I retire With them chrome things filling my tires To my niggas in the slammer, with y뭓ll stiff hammer Ain뭪 nothing change, titties still bananas Still slim, still the prettiest rap broad No bra, nipples still hard Yeah La Pearla strings and Belvedere How the fuck that little bitch do that there? [Mystikal] If it ain't about my paper (paper) The bitch don't call me (Bitch don't call me) Cause I'm about my motherfucking business (my business) So you can kill that talking (kill that talking) If you ain't got no motherfucking confrontation Then keep on walking (Watch out there now) Cause I'm about to show you what you paid for when you came here Put your hands up, let's get this motherfucker started |
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| 4:22 |
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[Noreaga]
Eww! What the fuck is this? (What is that?) This is outrageous That's some Mario Brothers shit I come to the studio drunk already That's how I does it That's how I does it nigga (It's nothing!) We got your back Fox Fuck these bullshit niggas These bullshit bitches (They GI Joe figgas) They don't really want beef, STRAIGHT UP Ugh Fox Brown shit, CNN shit That Brooklyn shit, that Queens shit Def Jam shit, mother fuckers Run yo shit niggas (CNN motherfucker!) Izl nizl shizl Run yo shit bitches Izl my nizl Run yo shit niggas Izl nizl shizl Run yo shit bitches Izl my nizl [Noreaga] Yo, yo, yo who the most grimey gangsta nigga in rap And got chicks like "Damn Nore got all that?" It's Star Tec yo, the unholy Your hockey fights with the goalie N-O, its rap's new Masitoly Yo I keep static and my guns is spasmatic I push niggas, watch me just mush these faggots If I keep it gangsta, it's gon' make us all ritch And I stay fucking with Fox cause that's that bitch Old fashion, mob style, flash no loot And I don't even get dressed for a video shoot But I be hoppin' out of Benzes with slippers on Two bitches, gettin' my Jack Tripper on Yo Jose, gunplay ari clay Capone bought a house like an hour away A yo I done my shit, I son yo shit Don't let me pull a gun and just run yo shit Run yo shit niggas (CNN motherfucker!) Izl nizl shizl Run yo shit bitches (Yeah Brown beotch!) Izl my nizl Run yo shit niggas Izl nizl shizl Run yo shit bitches (Who the fluck want it with us?) Izl my nizl [Foxy Brown] For that money or that light grey My niggas PA with AK from Queens to BK nigga From the Stuy to the pub in the Bridge Who the fluck want what? Put one in their rib I'm solo, niggas take Fox for joke Like I won't spaz out and bring it to folks We want that straight raw, ante up my nigga Snatch ya yae, steal your base like Derek Jeter I don't need to rob niggas I pay niggas that rob niggas to rob niggas Tell me what y'all need Sell it back half price, nigga holla at Fox Young broad go around in them custom drops And it's nothing to grab the nines and spit at ya Bare broke, to roll your stones like Mick Jagger Hot chrome properly to your dome If the beef Run yo shit niggas Izl nizl shizl (Uh) Run yo shit bitches Izl my nizl Run yo shit niggas Izl nizl shizl Run yo shit bitches (Yo Fox what up?) Izl my nizl [Capone] Yo niggas claim they high rollers, cheddar chasin' my federation Dedication to the street, crazy court casing Three strike loser, life facing Chyna white lacing, Marx Man, Bumpy Johnson Capone Of Arc, a loan shark Tinted Z3's, you either in it for the love A thug for the cheese My crew maxin', June Jacksons, free of taxes Baby cream pediatrics Flyest nigga bitches give it up to the highest bidder Holdin' brigets, the mo' ice the mo' sex I'm Meyer Lansky of the projects, Fox is Charlotte O'Neil Nore's hoes they Star Tek Creep when my squad rest, more or less I'll have your family dressed Niggas eulogizing part of your vest I run with gunners and smokers I'm a bad influence to bitches with kids Have 'em in the hood, gun in their stroller Run yo shit niggas Izl nizl shizl Run yo shit bitches Izl my nizl Run yo shit niggas Izl nizl shizl Run yo shit bitches Izl my nizl Izl nizl shizl (We got your back Fox!) Izl my nizl |
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| 3:35 |
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A and Loc (99 Def Jam) Tell me what y'all want, whoa Ugh, anybody want it? Come see me, what? Neno, I said it, Fame I flows sicker like Tote quicker like Na Na pop [shit] like spit hotness Chicks love to gossip Catch me in my crop [shit] like I spit flames Na Na What's my name, Na Na Like I am that chick Prada want bitch Rude gal I bop holder Big gat, big things, Taiwan like I'm undisputed Know y'all got to bow when you see What's my name? Na Na Like I'm that chick pushing big six Little broad 5 foot talk bigness like See my clique ride big stiff Like swiss hole you know? handcuff [shit] like Supremeness, y'all broads is ancient I'll bank your whole wrist Top draft pick like I'm the Prince Nasheem of this [shit] Come test me and leave with your vest swiss cheese like 1 - Na Na be like Floorless ice wrists Sassy ass chick I started this here Na Na be like Sexy with class Got your man in the corner try-na freak my whoa! (oh) Na Na be like Holdin' it down All my thugs screaming Fox when I come around Na Na be like Running this here Gonna have you broke chicks all running this year, whoa My wrist think, light gray [shit] Call me Sun-splash heir, pure wetness, whoa I switched up, put the six up Everybody want chopsticks, rock bold wrists, whoa I've done this, spit hotness Na Na tote big fifth What's my name? Na Na, whoa It's my cat they could come lick On my breast that they all wanna come kiss, whoa It's on me they see when they want truthness It's you that they see when they want bull [shit], whoa It's my car that they wanna go get On my rock that they wanna come stick, whoa I'm the chick that'll drop my [shit] Before I leave y'all [niggas] wan' pay nice price whoa It's my life that they wanna live like It's my flow that honey wanna sound like, whoa Repeat 1 Snitches wanna test my aim I spray sick like lunatic You better keep pushin' your [shit] back You not threat me yet, you wanna try Na Na? Pure gun shot, I need a Punani-dani Me and shop with a boy not proportionate Even idiot, can still ride, come and whoop that Eh, eh, Na Na talk greasy what? Eh, eh, and who's the ass wanna see me My diamonds is Blue Streak You Tito brand, money wash my hands, soprano style Nubian Chanel purse You think you're nice then sneak behind my verse So bow down what's my name Na Na Like, Na Na Like Repeat 1 till end |
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| 4:15 |
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La La La La La. Hey!
It's the motherfucking B-R-O-W-N Whoa Slow your roll niggas It's about to go down my niggas I'm outta control still Bubble slow and Low in the rov and Spit stick flow I'm a problem Niggas Y'all can't fuck with Boog I'm too hood F-B the rap Angelina Jolie, dog Everything from Carty to Chloe Little, Posha here little Filth Mart there Nigga, it's not a game on the mic I'm insane Snatch back my lane I'm a Vince Carter this Brown pimp the game and still reign Since the days of Kane numb 'em like cocaine Niggas, uh huh, nigga read my lips Uh huh, we won't miss Get gangsta girl Gangsta (Repeat 4X) [Foxy Brown] Still reppin the K gun in the waist Hit by the Neptunes Throw in that bass Yeah y'all niggas got a problem This year I'm focused man (holla) from my blue and grey Pradas Rov and 6-4 I'm the loc'est man Hotter than dope man niggas I'm different dog I'm outta bitches reach Y'all bitches take heed this bitch is deep One lesson learned ain't nothing sweet I, body a broad I don't play with these broads Whoa, y'all broads be killing me with that chatter I go at one bitch the rest of y'all don't matter Fuck around like y'all want it With Brown My knuckle game vicious I'm shutting shit down niggas Get gangsta girl Gangsta Gangsta Boogie (nigga) Gangsta Boogie (bitch) (Repeat 3X) [Foxy Brown] Since a little young broad I been spitting this flame Smack the shit out one y'all broads Y'all mention Fox name Lord it's a shame I'm such ahead of this game And you know she's a hot bitch When they dirty your name Give a bitch the 5 minutes of fame Lot of broads ain't acting the same Not that I knew 'em But I passed them on a couple of corners Racking they brain and the 2 top bitches kinda slid off they game And at the time I was going through my personal pain Them the sorta things kinda drive you insane Bitch betta thank God you slid in the game But the King Bitch is back Man it's a wrap Gangsta girl Gangsta (4x) |
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| 2:19 |
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[Chyna White]
Yo, consider me a roll model if there's beef in the club I'm that lil' white bitch that's gonna throw bottles Me and the fam has this whole model Fuck you, fuck them, fuck all uh yall So what if this is not the kids? So what if there's a hundred labels that got the bid? So what if I dreamed the devil never dared me to sin? So what if the industry compares me to him? So what if I write hard? Or is it really just a big fuckin' deal cuz' it's comin' from a white broad So what, hear me so what?! If I bring it most of these rappers gon' fold up I don't care if I might be on top, I can give a flyin' fuck If you like me or not So what if you think I'm not the illest chick? I don't care you still gotta feel dis bitch I don't care [Chorus] To all the hatas that be lookin' to fade us We not concerned wit what chu put in the papers I DON'T CARE We stayin' focus while you try to provoke us We never cared that industry notice I DON'T CARE [Foxy Brown] Don't give a FLUCK (fuck) niggas know I'm BUCK Niggas know I'm reppin' they don't fuck wit' me Bitches know I'm 7 go head get slick Tick this bitch off get cho highway to heaven nigga Slick shit hot shit I'm so gutter If I die tomorrow I reserect through my young brotha Oh Gawd got to warn yah first shawty spit hard And she rollin' with the Brown broad Young Fox don't co-sign shit niggas know she gotta be a live bitch If we fuck wit her Niggas know how the fuck I flow It's a rap I'm so back it's a double high mode nigga Please believe it's the BK pretty broad Code D is a white sex in the city broad Out in that field we get it crunk we cruise pop Wit two 20 glocks holla yah heard Fox [Chorus] (x2) |
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| 3:43 |
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[Foxy Brown] (DJ Clue)
(And I!) Oooh, Nana (New shit! Foxy Brown!) FO wit the X (So Hot!) Whoa, Brooklyn Alright (Oh!) okay, alright, c'mon Mmm (Fresh out!) I said it's gon' butter (My nigga pretty boy!) Bitch is lethal (Anton!) uhh Whoa, ohh shit, Na Na come through (Clue! *echoes*) Burn big spliff, y'all hoes pop shit I keep my gun cocked (Ha ha!) And my bitch spit Yes, who the ras wan' test me Original, don gargon that bitch I'm the reason bitches ride dick (dun know) I'm the reason why they like cock stiff Fox is the only reason Why them bitch wan' run gwan' buy fake tits like Who the fuck is y'all aimin for? If it's Fox, fuck you ain't name me for? Like I told you before, I'm BK's illest Dangerous bitch, BK's realest Heat play wit niggaz Clap gun, I rap don gargon Rapper slash model The whole round robin, so don't y'all get suspicious I'm big gun cock Foxy, y'all Likkle Vicious Niggaz feel this 1 - [Foxy Brown] (sung) (Y'all can't fuck with Fox) So Hot make niggaz say (Y'all can't fuck) So Hot make bitches say (Y'all can't fuck with Fox) So Hot make niggaz say (Y'all can't fuck) So Hot, So Hot (Y'all can't fuck with Fox) So Hot make niggaz say (Y'all can't fuck) So Hot make bitches say (Y'all can't fuck with Fox) So Hot make niggaz say (Y'all can't fuck) So Hot, Fox, So Hot (Y'all can't fuck with Fox) Whoo! [Foxy Brown] (DJ Clue) Who da ras (?) chat but sound like who? And outta all niggaz I'ma please not do Niggaz talk slick then plead to the crew Got some grimy lil niggaz that'll eat y'all food (Haha!) Nigga, don't talk to me 'bout Fox spit rude I'm the same bad gwal, same cocky attitude (Word!) Ain't nothin changed Stunt gal, sick bod' Mash up on mah blood clot Range like And naan bitch fuckin wit Fox like Whoa; original big gun cock bitch And naan bitch wanna see Fox Naan bitch, wanna see me likkle gun pop Like, and if any bitch step on my crocks Thats a automatic hot one through ya Datsun, seen? Make them niggaz drop they toungues and Before they done make 'em drop they ones Tell 'em any nigga comin can't come for free It's a, price you pay if you fuckin wit me As long as ya "Chyna Doll" is indefinitely We H-O-T-T-I-E's, yes Not many can do it like, do it like.. Repeat 1 [DJ Clue over 1] DJ Clue! Desert Storm! The Professional Part Two! Word up! C'mon! [Foxy Brown] (DJ Clue) Mmm.. I hate niggaz that love to pull rank Can't fuck and when they nut niggaz shoot blanks (Haha!) Whoo! I'm sorta like Jessica Rabbit Fuck who? Bitch don't move without carats, nigga And that's my motto - fuck me today, buy a house tomorrow And I don't feel sorrow, mmm Especially when I wind up my waistline, uhh Make them niggaz L.O.I. to the bass line Make them niggaz pepper seed when they taste mine Repeat 1 [DJ Clue over 1] DJ Clue! William M. Holla! You know how we do things! Word up! |
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| 4:44 |
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[Wayne Wonder]
Foxy Brown.. Wayne Wonder.. Puttin it down.. whoa-oh-oh-oh.. c'mon [Chorus: Wayne Wonder] But the saddest day of my life was when she left me with a broken heart I was feeling the pain - the pain, the pain The saddest day of my life was when she left me with a broken heart I was going insane - yeahh-yeahh [Foxy Brown] Now I'm the type of bitch that's one of a kind Y'all know, the kind of bitch that like to sip that fine wine Like to be on top or, get it from behind Either way I throw the pussy like the free throw line Break a nigga spine, tote a calico and dare any bitch fi come try test mine Violate, one time, I cock the nine You, motherfuckin right I bust a bitch over mine Shit, niggaz can cheat and put tips in bitches waist But when we slip up, get a gun in our face Have me missin show dates, heart beatin slow pace Wonder what he doin, who the fuck he screwin Bitches ain't shit; know that that's your man and they still fuck around and try to suck the nigga dick And I'm a bad bitch, I don't play that bullshit Bitch'll catch wreck, I ain't got a full deck nigga [Chorus] [Foxy Brown] Ever since I was a little girl, always wanted to know How the fuck these niggaz think, why de man a move so Why would you jeapordize your whole life Fuckin one bitch for one night; blame it on the liquor How would you feel if I fucked another nigga and told you that that motherfucker made me cum quicker? You'd probably grab the gat and put two in my back One in my face, nigga but it's one in my waist Go 'head and slip, watch me shut down this bitch Cheat on who? Nigga I'll be gone before you And when you with the one you love, disrespect the game 'fore he drive you insane, losin your fuckin brain [Wayne Wonder] Foxy Brown.. Wayne Wonder.. Puttin it down.. whoa-oh-oh-oh.. c'mon [Chorus] [Foxy Brown] For months I used to cry, felt like I wanted to die Kept asking God why, do I deserve this? We all make mistakes, ain't nobody perfect We're human, and through it all, I remained a good woman to you Prayin for strength and losin my faith How could you lay in our bed and lie in my face? Jumpin out my sleep Havin nightmares of me tossin and turnin, my heart still burnin Watchin me suffer, relivin my fears Holdin my pillow close while you dryin my tears Stop your blood claat cryin, need to stop lyin and look me in my eyes 'fore these plates start flyin And how the fuck could you disrespect us Everything we stand for, all our love and our trust Seems like I said before, you won't appreciate me and everything we have 'til I'm out the fuckin door [Chorus] [Wayne Wonder] Try to erase, all the memories They're the ones they gon' see If I could forget, all about the past Oh no no no - how long will this go onnnn? [Chorus] {*Wayne Wonder ad libs to fade*} |
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[Foxy Brown speaking]
The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? The Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid? When the wicked came against me to eat up my flesh My enemies and foes, they stumbled and fell Though an army may encamp against me My heart shall not fear Though war may rise against me In this I will be confident [Darius] I will survive [Chorus] Take, these broken wings (these broken wings) And let them fly again And let them live so free (you taught me how to fly, fly) When we hear, the voices sing The book of love will open up, and let us in [Foxy Brown] Feel like I've got this black cloud hangin' over me It's like this pain is takin' control of me Every move I make, determines my fate Feel like I'm dying slow, and that's the shit I hate The constant pressure, the bullshit rumors The outcast, I'm the one they love to badge When the records stop sellin' And the crowds stop yellin' All I have is me Bet you thought I'd die without you But see how I'm still living Thought that I would self destruct But I'm still here, with another one Even though I felt crumbled, I made it through the rumble Torn apart, a young woman scorned Coping with the pain, nearly drove me insane In the hospital, crying in the pain All types of medications, flowing through my veins [Chorus: Darius] Take, these broken wings (these, broken, wings) And let them fly again And let them live so free When we hear, the voices sing (I will learn, I will learn, how to fly) The book of love will open up, and let us in [Foxy Brown] Please, understand I'm a human first And before Foxy Brown, I'm just still Inga And my family, is my whole life And I cherish this ring that you put on my finger We survived through the roughest stones Sleeping with our baby pit bull on the basement floors And through it all, you and I felt we could be strong All through the rough times, through the pains and storms And, it's like when it rains, it pours All they see is gray and blue, they don't know you like I do Five years committed, y'all just don't understand No career, no fame, meant more than my man And, to my fans that slept through it all Through the rise and the fall, I love y'all all Even when I nearly lost my mind Some remained loyal, ignored the headlines and [Chorus: Darius] Take, these broken wings (take, these broken wings) And let them fly again And let them live so free (let em fly, let em fly) When we hear, the voices sing (voices sing) The book of love will open up, and let us in [Foxy Brown] Story of my legacy, this can't be life Lord, I feel like I'm fallin' Praying for strength, I'm losing my mind And, how can you fly when your wings are broken? And, how can I smile when my heart is broken? Through all the pain I've felt, that's the hand I'm dealt My personal problem, stays in my home Know I won't discuss them, reporters I don't trust 'em [Chorus: Darius] Take, these broken wings (these broken wings) And let them fly again And let them live so free (I wanna see them fly) When we hear, the voices sing The book of love will open up, and let us in Take, these broken wings (take these broken wings) And let them fly again (oohh) And let them live so free (let them live so free, so free) When we hear, the voices sing (yeahh) The book of love will open up, and let us in [Darius] Teach me how to fly (ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh-ooh) Teach me how to fly I believe, in the power, of love (ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh) Can't you hear me, don't you hear me? (ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh-ooh) I'm calling out to you Foxy help me sing (ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh) These broken wings *fades* |
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