[Intro]
Bust your guns, uh, uh, yeah
Bonnie and Clyde shit
You hear me? Smell me?
(That’s right, you know?)
I’mma take this one straight to the top
And he dare get in the way, we smash, scrape scrape
It’s real like that, you know what I mean?
Follow, yo, yo, yo
(Bonnie and Clyde forever y’all)
[Jay-Z] Gun check
[Fox] Check
[Jay-Z] Let’s go [...]
Archive for the ‘Foxy Brown’ Category
Foxy Brown f/ Jay-Z “Bonnie & Clyde Part II”
Foxy Brown f/ Baby, Loon, Noreaga, Young Gav “Stylin’ (Remix)”
[Baby]
Boss, I see you there!
I see you Mike! I see you Roy!
Keep your hands up nigga keep fightin
[Foxy Brown]
Remix
[Verse [Verse 1] Baby]
Mami, boss nigga, boss bitch
Boss whips with boss chips
Drive Escalade on boss blades
Sitten on them twenty-tre’s
and thats on some stop and go’s
When I pull up the car stop the rims still flow’s
Picture [...]
Foxy Brown “Foxy Bells”
Fox Boogie Brown is bad as hell
Battle anybody I don’t care if you tell
I excel, they all fell
Suited in Chanel, Fox Brown will rock the bells
C’mon, uhh, rock bells, ill
The Firm, c’mon, ride along baby
Whattup Da Da, yo!
Me and my Firm benos, rhyme to the death
The mahogany Mami, and shine like Pledge
Wouldn’t suggest [...]
Foxy Brown “No One`s”
‘Member Mossy, ‘member the sweet dreams
‘Member the cocoa leaves, ‘member Sega Gene-sis
Now we live in love like Genovese, stash twenty G’s ease
Crib in Belize please, forever cheese
Crib all fresh high-tech nigga, art deco
In the villa room, sippin Demi Sec, ohh?
Seperate the classiest from the nastiest
bugs, on some ninety-six ill shit
Niggaz used to rock [...]
Foxy Brown f/ Jay-Z “I`ll be”
That’s right, that’s right
How we do, yeah, ill nana
uh huh…uh
Come on…
[Foxy Brown:]
What up pop, brace yourself as i ride on top
Close your eyes as you ride,right out your socks
Double, lose his mind as he grind in the tunnel
Wanna gimme the cash he made off his last bundle
Nasty-girl dont pass me the world, i [...]
Foxy Brown “Na Na Na be like”
Uh-huh
A and Loc
(99 Def Jam)
Tell me what y’all want, whoa
Ugh, anybody want it?
Come see me, what?
Neno, I said it, Fame
I flows sicker like
Tote quicker like
Na Na pop [shit] like spit hotness
Chicks love to gossip
Catch me in my crop [shit] like
I spit flames Na Na
What’s my name, Na Na
Like I am that chick Prada [...]

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