| FOXY BROWN |
| OH YEAH featruing Spragga Benz 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 Oh yea, We coming for you Oh yea, We coming for you Oh yea, We coming for you Oh yea, We coming for you Oh yea, We coming for you Oh yea, We coming for you 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 Oh yea, We coming for you Oh yea, We coming for you Oh yea, We coming for you Oh yea, We coming for you Oh yea, We coming for you Oh yea, We coming for you 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 Oh yea, We coming for you Oh yea, We coming for you Oh yea, We coming for you Oh yea, We coming for you Oh yea, We coming for you Oh yea, We coming for you |
| B.K. ANTHEM Lemme tell you where I grew up at Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, blew up that Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at Brooklyn! Beef, who want that? I grew up in the thoroist borough - B.K. Where B.I.G. had everybody rockin' D.K. Gav was the first dude wit' 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 Fourty-three and Hemlock, they fifth bit cock We cryed 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 ships, 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 still wells and P.A. Lemme tell you where I grew up at Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, blew up that Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at Brooklyn! Beef, who want that? Lemme tell you where I grew up at Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, blew up that Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at Brooklyn! Beef, who want that? Brooklyn! The livest borough You come here front, you might die in this borough The east, the feelin' best dies in this borough Full of projects, the wildest borough Try to figure out which side is thoro 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 thoro I know niggaz that'll clap you up and bury the metal Same day, still in the hood and so ghetto Brook-non, holla back, get your crook on Live from the seven-one-eight, we raised the eight Everytime poppy raise the way to that eight Motherfuckers! Lemme tell you where I grew up at Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, blew up that Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at Brooklyn! Beef, who want that? Lemme tell you where I grew up at Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, blew up that Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at Brooklyn! Beef, who want that? 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 are bein' feds We got change but we still FUCKED up Niggaz is outta jail but they locked up The feds takin' prints when we pullin' the drops up BK open up, get popped up You know whats the borough where cats drive wit' the box in the truck Tre pound locked up, wrist be rocked up Yellin' out "Get down, lay down when we pop up!" Blocks so hot we drop the rocks wit' tops up Windows tinted, you can't see whos in it It's Brown nigga, I represent it, it's Brooklyn! Lemme tell you where I grew up at Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, blew up that Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at Brooklyn! Beef, who want that? Lemme tell you where I grew up at Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, blew up that Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at Brooklyn! Beef, who want that? Lemme tell you where I grew up at Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, blew up that Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at Brooklyn! Beef, who want that? Lemme tell you where I grew up at Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, blew up that Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at Brooklyn! Beef, who want that? B.K. borough bitches, ain't nuttin' but the best in here The streets of New York, real niggaz, real shit happen nigga Fuck y'all know 'bout bang-outs, gettin' busy? Fuck police and all that nigga, real niggaz Brooklyn nigga! |
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