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Inga DeCarlo Fung Marchand (born September 6, 1978), better known by her stage name Foxy Brown, is an American rapper known for her solo work as well as numerous collaborations with other artists and her brief stint as part of hip hop music group The Firm. Raised in Brooklyn, New York, her father Keith Stahler abandoned the family at a young age to pursue his career at ERAC records. Her albums include Ill Na Na in 1996, followed by Chyna Doll in 1999, and Broken Silence in 2001. She also performed on the 1997 self-titled album by the Firm, the only album to be released by that group to date. Throughout her career, Brown has held an extensive arrest record and served some time in jail. more »

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1999

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Chyna White, uh, Chyna White uh. 
y'all know me right? 
I'm that same bitch y'all niggas want for half price 
Same bitch y'all niggas was blamin' all y'all problems on 
I'm the reason half of y'all niggas 
Can't even go in your moms' crib no more 
Uh, I'm the type of bitch leave a nigga nose stiff 
And get his hoes hit 
Make his toes shift 
Until the demands are in 
y'all ain't have shit 
'Til y'all motherfuckers switch and smoke this shit 
The reason Mike fucked around and moped with this bitch 
In his jones, little son Troy, float the shit 
I ain't for causin' niggas with nines to tote this shit 
'Cause when you spit 
'Cause niggas came up real short with they shit 
I'm on a nigga like novacane, straight to the brain 
Shoot it up 
Thinkin' both his nose and his toes are the same, nigga 
Gimme your nickname Chyna, last name White 
Guaranteed to have your ass open first night 
Bad bitch 
Slanted eyes 
Powdered with white 
Somethin' special 
Not too average 
Baddest little thing in sight 
I knew this dude Ritz that fucked with a bitch 
Get you right, matter of fact, you could get it half price 
Shit, she got a crew that ain't nothin nice 
Dime shit 
Have ya motherfuckers believin ya tryin' to find shit 
Matter fact, Mel, used to f*ck a girl Trish gal 
Unique hit, little E and bomb bags heroin 
Now they assed out and the hood massed out 
Even Rex and Tim's fucked up with they gats out 
No Love. 
Ill Nana, ill Nana, I need ten dollars, ill Nana 
Baby I can't give you no more money 
What you mean you can't give me no money? 
Man, boy, where's my TV? 
Nana, I smoked the TV. 
Uh, no love 
Change a few thugs 
New drugs 
Niggas started stashin' things on Mother Gasten 
Hottest shit to hit the streets 
Divide peeps, divide crew love 
F*ck trees, and that was OZ 
Slow leaks and niggas with false leads and nosebleeds 
Vein popped, pop shells with close sales 
Bitches, they noses frail 
Got the word that coke sells 
Huh, tip it once you can match a nigga bail 
Huh, flip it twice you officially on 
Have the richest niggas fucked up 
Kissin' your thong 
Mystery's on 
Huh, flip it three times- you straight 
Trip on a lake, cristal and cheese cake 
Cock sucker, d shake, niggas flake 
Huh, flip it once more you're leary 
Huh, feds on your ass 
Hit money don't make money 
What happened to get money? 
The bitches, the cars and brick money 
The spot on Bay Bridge 
y'all niggas ain't clamin' shit now huh 
y'all know me now, fucked up in the game 
No love, no love. 
Chyna White, uh uh uh 
Chyna White

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