Brooklyn's Don Diva lyrics - Foxy Brown

Fuckin' with Brown

Fox the pound

Pops, Yeah I'm on it

However you bitches want it

Yeah, wow Bitches is borning

It now stops

I'm back in the kitchen scrape around the pots

And background crimanls around tha rocks

I got my hearin' back and all I hear is rumors of Fox

Got a hundred killers around me

Some above me

Got Big and 2Pac lookin' down on me

Can I live and I ain't got to do shit

I still make the front page news if I just sneeze

I get 'em starstruck, with enough eaze

Your man lap dance so hommie nigga just breathe

All I hear is rumors of Fox

Yeah, the fly bitch still gettho still gully

See my long hair hangin' out of my skully

Got my Tims on babay I'm out here, it's ugly

Rings on my toes yeah bored out of this country

Can buy this bag right here yeah I doubt it honey

Tryin' to keep up up with me you run out of money

The whole hood fuckin' with Fox cause niggas love me

I'm 20 million sold bitch I'm old money

Mo paper, mo money, mo haters

I'm worldwide how can I get more famous

I bought more lawyers cause I court more cases

I paid all dem niggas small faces

Loubatin, Don, Boucheron Bracelets

Them other bitches need more facelifts

I said I'm back once again

It's the Don Diva with the smooth coco colored skin

Ass bustin' out of the jeans

I'm jumpinm' in

My tits, dam, near touchin' my chin

Fox

All I hear is rumors of fox

Dreams Of Fucking A D-Boy lyrics - Foxy Brown (feat. Jay Rush)

[Speaking:]

Yo, Dam, I'm tellin' you Tiff

This nigga Regardless Devon hold the cash (flaawless)

We got give a nigga some ass to get to the boss

Yo all the mutherfuckin' drug dealers we use to dream

about when we were young

I swear to God that's my word

[Verse 1:]

I got dreams of fuckin' with this young don name Shaquan

(Devon)

That's word to my moms she turned me on

That's word to (Jean) Gaffney

(Dayton Ohio Library Purchaser)

he could have smashed

Cops to a quarter, I wish I gave him a daughter for real

I used to dream of niggas like henduse

His outpost snitched I rather fuck be the shoe

Ah!

I'm addicted to drug dealers

Young 17 fuckin' with drug niggas

You now killers like pap and prince miller

From queens. la baprime, I seen him in my dreams

I use to feen for the call least to wake up late nights

Watin' for them to call me

True story before the lime light

It was cars, trucks, and bikes

Fox and D-Knights

And ever since I was a child

Use to stay dreamin' about Kevin chaws

[Chorus:]

Whatever happened to the days

Lookin' around and it's all chagned

Only the snitches and wannabees

American ganstas are history

Whenever you need me I'll Be there

I've done all my ways compare

I'm a beast up in the streets

Baay girl there's no need

[Verse 2:]

It was all a dream, like Big said

When I woke up, dam, semmed like the city was dead

What's up New York New York, nobody gettin' bread

[?] sent big meeks to the feds

Noweverybody a gansta nobody got cheeder

My dreams were so much better

Big money from gold getters

Minks in the cold weathers

Chris in advance kush

Remebr Bush

Big L son and Lu Harv

Homicide Lu and Boy George

Just see him go to sleep in tha car

And pop a few pills

Turn me on for reals

You know Foxsend shots to hit you

Then I fuck a nigga like wane Perry

Since I was young, use to dream of fuckin' with habnow

Poppin' bottles while he suckin' or swallow

[Chorus:]

Whatever happened to the days

Lookin' around and it's all chagned

Only the snitches and wannabees

American ganstas are history

Whenever you need me I'll Be there

I've done all my ways compare

I'm a beast up in the streets

Baby girl there's no need

Too Real lyrics - Foxy Brown (feat. AZ)

Brooklyn, yo

Eyo, it's the Ill Na Na baby!

Brooklyn, let's get it in

[Foxy Brown:]

I've been a star since a virgin in highschool

Since the age of fourteen I've been a rap bitch version of Mike [?]

And I don't know how to trust, the church or the rifle

God or the devil, the burner or the Bible

Got a black cloud on me, I've been cursed by my right ones

I'm back bitches! The retun of ya Idol

F-to-the-O-X, B-double-O

Black hand keep them Lambos and them black Impalas

I wreck the style homie, ain't a bitch chilla

I fucks with gangstas baby, like prince Miller

And when they locked Tuquan, I felt the East split up

He and his Feds, but he left his legacy in killa

I keep my killaz on that Brooklyn shit

Fox ripped the world like the Brooklyn Bridge

I'm back now, Brooklyn ain't never looked this big

I hold it down while y'all lookin' for Big

Next blakka Miss

I'm in my own fuckin' world, I speak how I feel

Sometimes I feel like I'm just too fuckin' real

Foxy Brown uh, what the deal is?

They ain' got a clue what we about to do

I'm in my own fuckin' world, I speak how I feel

Sometimes I feel like I'm just too fuckin' real

Foxy Brown uh, what the deal is?

They ain' got a clue what we about to do

[AZ:]

FB! You know what it is

AZ of course

What up boogz? You know I would if I could

Bring the hood on the V.I., my man from C.I

Said his ball was in the mess hall witchu at jail time

Lookin' like you was right at your crib in Alpine

No signs of a warrior's face

I know you sprayed if your peer wasn't so soft while he helped you escape

But on the real, we never got a chance to build

With all the bullshit somebody shoulda told you to kill

To the steel, so many rappers lost they mind

Like twentyfive to life never forced they mind

Your moms cryin', we spoke, I almost choked

Was there the same day to brought yo ass up in the post

It's getting close, see you soon, sometime in June

Utilize the red goons for yo mind to bloom

A flesh wound always heal, but death that's it

I'm a go now, but let that sit

I'm in my own fuckin' world, I speak how I feel

Sometimes I feel like I'm just too fuckin' real

Foxy Brown uh, what the deal is?

They ain' got a clue what we about to do

I'm in my own fuckin' world, I speak how I feel

Sometimes I feel like I'm just too fuckin' real

Foxy Brown uh, what the deal is?

They ain' got a clue what we about to do

Why lyrics - Foxy Brown

Why, why, why?

Baby, I wonder. I wonder, why?

Why, why, why?

Baby, I wonder. I wonder, why?

Pimpin, don't you get enough pussy at home? Tell me

What would really make this nigga wan roam?

How could he diss me with Tonya, Keisha, and Tiffany, Sharra, and Lucy

All of these hoe groupies? I

Speak the truth, I never move my mouth loosely

And like I told ya this bitch is a soldier

Been fucking with him since he drove the Corolla

Gave him the Beamer

Even bought him Gucci Marinas. Now

I switched em up

Switch his whole wrist game up

You see I never shoulda fucked with this lame fuck. I

Kept him fresh, kept his lil toe game up

Now he wanna have this bitch in my Hummer truck?

And if you catch em burn this cocksucker shit up

Like A. Basset. Oh, I gets so drastic

A woman scorn have you laying in the casket. And

Still I cry, "Why, oh why?" Oh!

Why, why, why?

Baby, I wonder. (Is it Keisha, Tanya, or Tiffany?) I wonder, why?

Why, why, why?

Baby, I wonder. (I caught em cold now that muthafucka missing me) I wonder, why?

Why, why, why?

Baby, I wonder. (Is it for Alison, Sandy, your dissin' me?) I wonder, why?

Baby, I wonder. (You can cry me a river, but its over nigga) I wonder, why?

Ya see I, caught him creeping

All-Star weekend

He ain't bother to say bye, so I headed for the highway

I does it my way

Look what I see

It's my man Bentley parked in the front of Magic City. So I

Jumps on out, Mink on back, gat on lap

They scurred cause I'm known to might clap

Fuck the rap. I'm like, "Yeah, bitch I'm back."

Cops around? I lay this whole fuckin shit down. But I

Keeps my cool

The last time I acted a fool, they had ya girl front page of the news!

"Hey! What up pimpin'?"

"See you all down here slippin', fake bitch on yo side of your hip"

"See I'm done with the lyin' and shit, the cryin and shit" And--

"And if you was smart, you'd be hiding this bitch."

I loved him more than myself

Put three years in this shit

And still I cry. Still I sing, "Why, oh why?" OH!

Why, why, why?

Baby, I wonder. (Is it Keisha, Tanya, or Tiffany?) I wonder, why?

Why, why, why?

Baby, I wonder. (I caught em cold now that muthafucka missing me) I wonder, why?

Why, why, why?

Baby, I wonder. (Is it for Alison, Sandy, your dissin' me?) I wonder, why?

Baby, I wonder. (You can cry me a river, but it's over nigga) I wonder, why?

This nigga done lost his mind, fucking with Fox

And he on't know how many niggas is dying to take his spot, now

From Brooklyn to Kingston

Bare t'ago ball for this pussy!

What the fuck is he thinking?

It's such a shame I was fucking this lame

And how dare this cocksucker try disgrace my name?

Whoa, I'm like doggie don't press ya luck

Cuh we nuh badda waste pussy pon a careless fuck

Whoa, the pain and stress, it happens to the best

Do ya'll know how it feel to do your tour depressed?

Your fans seeing you stressed? And

Faith went through it, Halle and Jennifer Lo

We all go through it. And

Me and Lauryn we talk and walks through it

On the phone like "Fuck, what makes these niggas do it?"

Is it, groupie Sharra, Obie, or Keisha?

How the fuck you disrespect me with a bitch that sale reefer? NO!

Why, why, why?

Baby, I wonder. (Is it Keisha, Tanya, or Tiffany?) I wonder, why?

Why, why, why?

Baby, I wonder. (I caught em cold now that muthafucka missing me) I wonder, why?

Why, why, why?

Baby, I wonder. (Is it for Alison, Sandy, your dissin' me?) I wonder, why?

Baby, I wonder. (You can cry me a river, but it's over nigga) I wonder, why?

How We Get Down lyrics - Foxy Brown (feat. Grafh & Prinz)

Uh huh, hey yo

It's the Ill Na Na baby!

Brooklyn

But right now, I got my motherfuckin' squad with me

Blackhand the label

Blackhand the motherfuckin game

Fox, Brooklyn baby

Let's get it in

Q-U be on deck

First nigga move, nigga get hit

That's how we get down

My niggas animals, blew

The hammer goes blew

The cannon balls bew

That's how we get down (bang)

That's how we get down down

That's how we get down

Yeah that's the way that we rollin'

That's how we get down (bang)

That's how we get down down

That's how we get down

Yeah that's the way that we roll

That's how we get down

My Queens niggas rep-reppin

My OG's avoided a death sentence

They disrespect it to get questioned

We don't die, we multiply like a we Gremlin

They say the white man is keepin down

Well you black and the fuckin sun's keepin' you brown

So word hard, I grind and I plot for robbery

The front is gonna be the first time that I shot somebody

My goons dropped somebody, my goons drop somebody

Don't let your moms fool you, you are not somebody

So don't talk to me, you get popped tryna polly

I got a good ass lawyer I get shot for a body

I never see a cell I get locked in the lobby

Come home in a drop-top Ferrari

I got a Glock loaded with hot tamales

That pop shots the size of broccoli

Blackhand

B-K be on deck

Brooklyn, lame niggas get hit

That's how we get down

My niggas animals, blew

The hammer goes blew

The cannon balls bew

That's how we get down (bang)

That's how we get down down

That's how we get down

Yeah that's the way that we rollin'

That's how we get down (bang)

That's how we get down down

That's how we get down

Yeah that's the way that we roll

That's how we get down

I've been a star since a virgin in high school

Since the age of fourteen I've been a rap bitch version of Michael

And I don't know how to trust, the church or the rifle

God or the devil, the burner or the Bible

Got a black cloud on me, I've been cursed by my rivals

I'm back bitches! The return of ya Idol

F-to-the-O-X, B-double-O

Blackhand keep them Lambos and them black Impalas

I rep the Sty homie, ain't a bitch chilla

I fucks with gangstas baby, like Prince Miller

And when they locked Tuquan, I felt the East split up

He and his Feds, but he left his legacy in killa

I keep my killaz on that Brooklyn shit

Fox rep the world like the Brooklyn Bridge

I'm back now, Brooklyn ain't never looked this big

I hold it down while y'all lookin' for BIG

B-K be on deck

Brooklyn, lame niggas get hit

That's how we get down

My niggas animals, blew

The hammer goes blew

The cannon balls bew

That's how we get down (bang)

That's how we get down down

That's how we get down

Yeah that's the way that we rollin'

That's how we get down (bang)

That's how we get down down

That's how we get down

Yeah that's the way that we roll

That's how we get down

I'm a gangsta, I know who is who

I got that good gene, sittin' on that Louis shoe

I'm from Queens homie, now who is you?

I let my pound loose, I got hit with duces

I don't give pounds, I don't do truces

I take my Remy straight, I don't do juices

I don't sex gooses, I don't do chickens

Strictly 5th Ave, I don't do picken

I got my hood clickin', while the plot thicken

Put them lights up, lift them macs up

Send hot gal scared bring them stacks up

Get my mink, ah, nah bring the racks up

Try to press Fox, y'all don't worry her

In the club y'all see me like a [?]

I'm worldwide, I'm all in ya area

I'm a gardener, I could plant fear in ya

B-K be on deck

Brooklyn, lame niggas get hit

That's how we get down

My niggas animals, blew

The hammer goes blew

The cannon balls bew

That's how we get down (bang)

That's how we get down down

That's how we get down

Yeah that's the way that we rollin'

That's how we get down (bang)

That's how we get down down

That's how we get down

Yeah that's the way that we roll

That's how we get down