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

Brooklyn's Don Diva (2008)

 

We're On Fire Lyrics – Foxy Brown (feat. Mavado)

Number one baby
Black Hand, Movado, gangsta
Ayo, I gotta do this with my stylin' voice
Ayo

See it's the Louboutin leather pump Don Diva
Get my Kevin Chiles on call me Don Diva
I'm in the Zac Posen, strapless with the back open
Back locking tossing petals off of Black Roses

This is more gutta, this is more crack
And I ain't change, I been the same bitch before rap
The only thing that changed is my ass got more fat
But my titties been crazy baby

You ain't gotta ask who back, you soft bitch move back
Had BK on my back, even Shawn couldn't do that
I cruise all slow in the S-Class down Classen
Pullin' up in traffic on Nostrand and Patchin'

I took six years off, I let 'em have rap
And y'all bitches played with it, I came to snatch it back then
Put it back on the project bench
And made every gangsta nigga want a dark-skinned bitch

We're on fire, we ain't stoppin'
'Cuz I really, really wanna know what's happenin'
We're on fire, we ain't stoppin'
Since a chick want a nigga and a clubbin'

We're on fire, we ain't stoppin'
'Cuz I really, really wanna know what's happenin'
Makin' paper, money stashin'
Since I really, really wanna know what's happenin'

So wanna bloodclaut this man, bad gal 'bout here
Drips out the pussy them na friend gal 'bout here
Bitch now the body sting round here
Big star body, kill off every dirty gal roll near

Bitch bust a shot and fiya
Two shots fiya, fiya, put the pussy pon fiya
Yes Iya, dress fliya, hoppin' out the Bentley coupe
On Flatbush and Empire

Y'all rap bitches, I will ruin 'em
My reps for the boostin' bitches with them bags full of aluminum
One love to Tu and them, Clyde, Shyne and Shoe and them
Chaz, Prince and Graff the whole fuckin' crew and them

Can't forget Scruce and them, Shabar and Dew and them
Kev, Wedge, Draft and BIG I ate food with them
Y'all know Fox run the block bitches
It's the Fox bitches, for the bloodclaut bitches, murdah

We're on fire, we ain't stoppin'
'Cuz I really, really wanna know what's happenin'
We're on fire, we ain't stoppin'
Since a chick want a nigga and a clubbin'

We're on fire, we ain't stoppin'
'Cuz I really, really wanna know what's happenin'
Makin' paper, money stashin'
Since I really, really wanna know what's happenin'

We're makin' cheese, slowly with ease
With small fuck these easily from the G?z
The goons from the land of kings
Her breasts me squeeze all night, she make me pleased

You want promote the gangsta life and hustle
Now my girls approach you and know boy can't bust with
And now it's all fine and they all come sit
We're not goin' nowhere, don't fuck with this

Yes, Fox I'm back baby and I'm still with the hand still
Still in the hood, nigga still on the block still
Still in the Benz baby, still in the drop still
I'm still in the chinchillas, still move wit them killas, woah

Besides that I got my hearing back
The same attitude like what the fuck you staring at
Homie, my case is beat, I'm still spitting heat
Who ya know rep it harder than me, Brooklyn

We're on fire, we ain't stoppin'
'Cuz I really, really wanna know what's happenin'
We're on fire, we ain't stoppin'
Since a chick want a nigga and a clubbin'

We're on fire, we ain't stoppin'
'Cuz I really, really wanna know what's happenin'
Makin' paper, money stashin'
Since I really, really wanna know what's happenin'

When The Lights Go Out Lyrics – Foxy Brown (feat. Kira)

[INTRO: Foxy Brown]
Yeah, whoa whoa
Black hand, whoa
BK, whoa whoa
1, 2, 3, 4

[PRE-CHORUS: Kiara]
Here we go buckle up
Cause you know we about to go
Take a trip to a place
Somewhere like outer space
Don't be scared
I'm the captain anything can happen to ya boy
But I won't hurt cha boy

[VERSE 1: Foxy Brown]
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
We'll fuck them like a porno star
Me and my girls real hard in the Bentley Arnage
A whife line skirt and chinchilla fur
My bitch tiff keep a bottle of Cris
In a glass top six and that's my bitch
F double O-X B double O-G-I-E
My na na na na tastes like Jamaican kiki
Ain't a bitch freaky like me
When the lights go out I'm show you what I'm about
Matter fact playboy open you mouth (come here)
Lemme take you on a tour down south

[CHORUS: Kiara]
Baby when the lights go out, I want cha to show me what chu really all about
Baby when the lights go out I'm gonna light up your life
Take you for a ride on this rollercoaster
Theme park, thrill ride, pay attention let's fly
Baby when the lights go out
I'm gonna light up your life
Take you for a ride on the rollercoaster
Theme park, thrill ride, pay attention let's fly

[VERSE 2: Foxy Brown]
I only met one nigga that deserved it
He a gangsta so he worth it
I make them pretty boys nervous
Ya'll already know who this is
The bitch that throwback vicious
I ain't like your grandma
I ain't them other rap bitches
Throw it up in mad positions
From the bathroom to the kitchen
On the table fuck the dishes
They fall to the floor
While I give you the business
And I'm so flexible that I'll stretch and pull that ass up real properly
Can't fuck with the I'll na na
Can't fuck with the I'll na na
Can't fuck with the I'll na na
1, 2, 3, 4

[CHORUS: Kiara]
Baby when the lights go out, I want cha to show me what chu really all about
Baby when the lights go out I'm gonna light up your life
Take you for a ride on this rollercoaster
Theme park, thrill ride, pay attention let's fly
Baby when the lights go out
I'm gonna light up your life
Take you for a ride on the rollercoaster

[VERSE 3: Foxy Brown]
The boy can't handle the na na
Let him put one hand on the na na
Then I'll let him get a sniff of the na na
Your boy came to quick for the na na
Then I'll let him get a lick of the na na
Let that boy get stiff than a na na
See my pun-pun print to the fellas
Something like the black medallion

[BRIDGE: Kiara]
Boy relax your mind it will be alright
Just hold and I'll bang you right
Lights go out cause I'm a light up your life
So what you gonna do.

[CHORUS: Kiara]
Baby when the lights go out
I want cha (I want cha) to show me (to show me) what chu really all about
Baby when the lights go out I'm gonna light up your life
Take you for a ride on this rollercoaster
Theme park, thrill ride, pay attention let's fly
Baby when the lights go out
I'm gonna light up your life
Take you for a ride on the rollercoaster

Star Cry Lyrics – Foxy Brown

Lord have mercy, I'm so controversy
Bet you've never seen a star cry
I gave you my life
My blood, sweat, and tears
Hip-hop's bad girl for ten f**kin' years

Lord have mercy, I'm so controversy
Bet you've never seen a star cry
I gave you my life
My blood, sweat, and tears
Hip-hop's bad girl for ten f**kin' years

See I know how it feel to wake up f**ked up
How can the spectators say Fox is stuck up
How can y'all judge my life, like I ain't have struggles
Sometimes I feel like I live inside a f**kin' bubble
I work hard for mines, baby, I'm a thoroughbred
And I don't care what channel 5 and the haters said
I will not cower, I will not conform
I've been through this rap shit too long
And everybody wanna know 'bout Fox
Bet I'm the most controversial young rap bitch in hip-hop
And please don't shed me no tears, I need y'all prayers
Feds on my back, tryna' give me five years
And my P.O. stay tryna' violate me
So I make sure my piss is clean, my wrists is gleamin'
And my whip is sick, my six is mean
Paparazzi take flicks and see how the bitch lean
I'm every black girl's dream
Controversy sells, I was taught at sixteen
I spaz if you tempt me
Only black bitch to get press like the white bitches, Paris & Lindsay

Lord have mercy, I'm so controversy
Bet you've never seen a star cry
I gave you my life
My blood, sweat, and tears
Hip-hop's bad girl for ten f**kin' years

Lord have mercy, I'm so controversy
Bet you've never seen a star cry
I gave you my life
My blood, sweat, and tears

Hip-hop's bad girl for ten f**kin' years

Allow me to tear it all down
You gotta get the f**k back up if you fall down
Can't stumble or crumble, or let 'em see you drown
And I swear with every tear that I cry - I'm here now
Imagine how it feel to see your world torn down
This is not Fox that's speakin - there's no more Brown
Let me reintroduce myself and tear the wall down
Hold up - Let me take the platinum plaques all down
Let me take off my jewelry, the ring by my middle finger
Nice to meet you again, Hi, My name is Inga
I cry real tears - cause I'm a real person
Look beyond my fur coats and Chanel purses
Put aside the Christian Dior, and look inside my soul
And see I'm just a little insecure
I'm just like y'all - but I probably hurt more
After thirteen years I feel I deserve more
And I single handedly changed the whole rap game
Bust a shot when y'all mention my name - Blockaaa, Brown

Lord have mercy, I'm so controversy
Bet you've never seen a star cry
I gave you my life
My blood, sweat, and tears
Hip-hop's bad girl for ten f**kin' years

Lord have mercy, I'm so controversy
Bet you've never seen a star cry
I gave you my life
My blood, sweat, and tears
Hip-hop's bad girl for ten f**kin' years

Only a bum bitch snatch bags and all that
It's 2007 - what the f**k you call that?
Yeah they jumped me - I had five bitches on my back
And I emerged unscathed without a mothaf**kin' scratch
About an hour later, got all my shit back
Every mothaf**kin' piece - bitch, I AM the streets
I'm Brownsville to Bedstuy, Flatbush, and the East
What other rap bitch could touch Brooklyn concrete?
Home of the crooks, and - step in any hood in Brooklyn
Bet you'll still see my Louboutin footprints

"Broken Silence" (2001)

Broken Silence - Intro Lyrics – Foxy Brown

[News Reporters Speaking]
"Rapper Foxy Brown was arrested today in Raleigh, North Carolina on
misdemeaner charges for an alledged altercation with a hotel employee.
She was arrested and released on a thousand dollar bond but if found
guilty of the charge, she could face up to sixty days in prison."

"Gun fire erupted today outside a Greenwich Village radio station. The
gunplay allegedly stems from an ungoing feud... both artists claim no
involvement in the incident. No arrests have yet been made in
connection with the shooting."

"In other news, rap artist Foxy Brown was hospitalized yesterday after
an apparent overdose on a common prescription drug. While the overdose
was allegedly an atempt at her own life, no one from the hospital nor
Foxy's family were available for comment. Stay tuned for more news"

"Inga Marchand, also known as rapper Foxy Brown, was taken to a local
hospital today, when the Range Rover she was driving spun out of
control at a Brooklyn sidestreet. Although she was not seriously
injured, Marchand was later arrested for driving with a suspended
liscense. This is just another in a long list of offences that have
plagued this Brooklyn rap star."

[Foxy Brown]
Yeah, you know its been a long time since y'all heard my voice
Maybe what, 2, 3, years or somethin
Up and down been high and low
Even been at the point of no return, no hope
Just wanna let my fans know that I'm still here
Y'all holla back

The sound was broken, too many years being political
Its kinda hard to do when everything your seeing is critical
Is all my fault what they said in the news
But its funny how the public seems to get it confused
They act like they aint got nothin better to do
All they want is a statement, the hattin is blatin
But we never paid attention to those who hate us
Til my face was on the cover of all the local papers
But still un-phased, I kept my cool
Plottin, carefully, every step I choose
And my, Cool-whit poin, and my write finery
Everybody wanna know my side of the story
Well here it is, the whole truth, plain and simple
This'll finally explain all the pain I've been through
And in no way shape or form of my provoken violence
Please try to understand my "Broken Silence"

Broken Silence - Intro Lyrics – Foxy Brown

[News Reporters Speaking]
"Rapper Foxy Brown was arrested today in Raleigh, North Carolina on
misdemeaner charges for an alledged altercation with a hotel employee.
She was arrested and released on a thousand dollar bond but if found
guilty of the charge, she could face up to sixty days in prison."

"Gun fire erupted today outside a Greenwich Village radio station. The
gunplay allegedly stems from an ungoing feud... both artists claim no
involvement in the incident. No arrests have yet been made in
connection with the shooting."

"In other news, rap artist Foxy Brown was hospitalized yesterday after
an apparent overdose on a common prescription drug. While the overdose
was allegedly an atempt at her own life, no one from the hospital nor
Foxy's family were available for comment. Stay tuned for more news"

"Inga Marchand, also known as rapper Foxy Brown, was taken to a local
hospital today, when the Range Rover she was driving spun out of
control at a Brooklyn sidestreet. Although she was not seriously
injured, Marchand was later arrested for driving with a suspended
liscense. This is just another in a long list of offences that have
plagued this Brooklyn rap star."

[Foxy Brown]
Yeah, you know its been a long time since y'all heard my voice
Maybe what, 2, 3, years or somethin
Up and down been high and low
Even been at the point of no return, no hope
Just wanna let my fans know that I'm still here
Y'all holla back

The sound was broken, too many years being political
Its kinda hard to do when everything your seeing is critical
Is all my fault what they said in the news
But its funny how the public seems to get it confused
They act like they aint got nothin better to do
All they want is a statement, the hattin is blatin
But we never paid attention to those who hate us
Til my face was on the cover of all the local papers
But still un-phased, I kept my cool
Plottin, carefully, every step I choose
And my, Cool-whit poin, and my write finery
Everybody wanna know my side of the story
Well here it is, the whole truth, plain and simple
This'll finally explain all the pain I've been through
And in no way shape or form of my provoken violence
Please try to understand my "Broken Silence"

Fallin' Lyrics – Foxy Brown (feat. Young Gavin)

[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)]

Oh Yeah Lyrics – Foxy Brown (feat. Spagga 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 Lyrics – Foxy Brown

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!

The Letter Lyrics – Foxy Brown (feat. Ron Isley)

[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....

7:30 Lyrics – Foxy Brown

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 heartless
I laid it down from the Gate to the St Louis arches
From the windy city to the streets in Cali
To them streets in Houston
My niggas always boostin'
Some bitches always holla
How they don't spend a dolla
But that's because they ain't got it
Now tell me where's the logic
And if I talk it - I've done did it or about to do it
I'm making anthems, got a million niggas bouncin' to it
Bust your guns!
And if that ain't enough then bust again
I've been thuggin' since B-I-Z made "Just A Friend"
Matter of fact ever since Flava Flav was rockin' clocks
And even then there was no bitch that could compare to Fox
Let me head knock, Pretty you wit' me right
This Prada fit me tight, this Gucci fit me right
Who could quickly write like seven joints and it be tight?
You know how hood we sound, you know it's Boogie Brown

Yo they say I'm 730, say I spaz out
FB is ill, she'll wild out
But can y'all feel my pain?
I can't let it slide
How could I smile when I'm hurtin' so bad inside?
They say I'm 730, say I spaz out
FB is ill, she'll wild out
But can y'all feel my pain?
I can't let it slide
How could I smile when I'm hurtin' so bad inside?

Yo my life is full of problems
Sometimes it's hard to dodge 'em
So much you couldn't fathom
I wish I didn't have them
They say I'm 7-30, pretty but I rap too dirty
The law is criticizing me and probably never heard me
So what I crashed my Range
My last name ain't changed
This time it's different though
I'm not exploiting names
Yeah I write my shit
It's not a fucking game
So what he wrote some songs
I blew him up the same
I'm never ducking dames
Y'all know just where to find me
I would've killed her but it just wouldn't be fair to mommie
Imagine me doing time, Foxy behind bars
Not me the crime star
Y'all bitches ain't worth it
Although my life ain't perfect, I'll never change a thing
Y'all want success but y'all don't know about the pain it bring
It's supposed to make you happy and keep your paper long
This beat is kind of ill
How could you hate this song?

Yo they say I'm 730, say I spaz out
FB is ill, she'll wild out
But can y'all feel my pain?
I can't let it slide
How could I smile when I'm hurtin' so bad inside?
They say I'm 730, say I spaz out
FB is ill, she'll wild out
But can y'all feel my pain?
I can't let it slide
How could I smile when I'm hurtin' so bad inside?

Man some hoes is always yackin'
Like I can't make it happen
Like they don't know my cash
Like they don't know my past
Especially pop star bitches with the soft image
So what I ain't with him
BITCH! He's off limits
Be where I always be
See who I choose to see
Although we're not together, his heart belong to me
See at times I think y'all bitches be confusing me
Like I'm somethin' sweet, shorty I'm still street
You're not on my level, and I won't stoop
And I'm the one that got you, kicked out your own group
Chicks be always thinkin' that I'mma let it ride
I might not kill you but I'll hurt you till your dead inside
Third album and you still wanna test Brown
I'm so hood bitches know how boogie get down
It could be real drama
It's still the Ill Na Na
There ain't a bitch wilda
Any beef? Holla!

They say I'm 730, say I spaz out
FB is ill, she'll wild out
But can y'all feel my pain?
I can't let it slide
How could I smile when I'm hurtin' so bad inside?
They say I'm 730, say I spaz out
FB is ill, she'll wild out
But can y'all feel my pain?
I can't let it slide
How could I smile when I'm hurtin' so bad inside?

Candy Lyrics – Foxy Brown (feat. Kelis)

[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 picture
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...

Tables Will Turn Lyrics – Foxy Brown (feat. Baby Cham)

[Intro: Foxy Brown (Baby Cham)]

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 'em ah who bwoy we are dey friend
Love to sit in Charlie's in the Benz's or BM's
Our life, Ya livin' right
Get them benjamins, aight? Let them know I'm only in it for them (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
Party under take-ah, Niggas wan' be dyyyy-in', And I am no fake-ah
Send 'dem niggas cryyyy-in' back to Jamaica
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, now we take the cake-ah
Drop a bomb on them, Now it's like a earthquake-ah
See, that Fox is movin' like a snake-ah (You 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!)
Sippi tah, Uh, Sippi tah, Uh, Sippi tah, Uh, Sippi tah, HY-YAH!
Grab a cup ah stouse and, Show 'em watch yall 'bout
Yall can't deny us, We dare yall to try us
The best to ever do it, So throw ya hands to it
And hit the dancefloor, What the fuck yall came for?
Hot shit, Ill Na Na, MadHouse, Lock this shit down
Nigga what, We don't get a fluck
Big pussy like Sopranos, Young Fox ride big cock my nigga
Ah pum-pum lick man dat, Ehh

[repeat hook then Baby Chams verse until fade]

Hood Scriptures Lyrics – Foxy Brown

[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
BLOAW!

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!
BLOAW!

Hey...I'm speakin' to the hood!

[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!
BLOAW!

Hey...I'm speakin' to the hood!

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