4-5-6

Foxy Brown, Memphis Bleek, Beanie Sigel

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Foxy Brown

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 »


Year:
1999
5:01
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Ughh ughh yeah 
This is Beanie Seigel 
That Philly cat playin' wit that silly rap 
Put your weight up not your hate up niggas 
You know how you play quiet towns and tie 'em down 
Haters wonderin' how I got my position with rock 
'Cause I listen to The Lox and I to watch 
While you still sittin' in spot ditchin' the cops 
I'm in the Porsche Box with Fox listen and watch 
War still gray, Lexus, GS4 
Doesn't even meddle when the dogg pedal to the floor 
I'm routin' down South, for my aim it to score 
Eight cylinder, screamin' 'F*ck the law!' 
Got a tank full of gas, trunk full of cash 
Hammies in the stash, scandels in the dash 
Radar detectors, troopers can't find us 
We bubbled down ATL and hit the 'Linas 
Then get clubbed with some Dirty South thugs 
Ball out thugs, go in your house thugs 
Talk shit, put blood in your mouth thugs 
36 South thugs, stay on route thugs 
You know how Mac play, quiet town, tie it down 
I supply it now, by the pound 
Might front you with a cube if you buy a pound 
If you didn't try it then, why would you try it now? 
Then 'cause Mac rap, wouldn't fire a round 
Til you frown, I lay you down and retire you clown 
And I clap niggas, Mac niggas kiss the dirt 
Pat-pat with the deuce deuce, it'll work 
Bitch ass niggas wearin' thongs and skirts 
Catch 'em early in the mornin' while they goin' to work 
You pretty motherfuckers stay stuck in the mirror 
And you weak ass niggas only buss out the fair 
I know y'all softer than them feathers that get stuffed in the rear 
I pack barettas, never bust in their ear 
Twist your shit back, spit til my gat sit back 
Pack four pieces like a Kit Kat. Heh, get that? 
Cock Cris bottle like a six-pack, Range Roll dot six that 
Benz Coupe, drop six that 
Buggy eye seven come out? Shit, took the six pack 
Switch the Double are, the Double are's are, gotta get that 
You see how we play, pop Cris on the E-Way 
Soakin' the sea, gettin' drunk with glee 
Only the sharp bar, grill Simon, pop Don P 
While you chickin' when you chasin' your how with hot tea 
Niggas flashin' that money like it's they money 
Slack 500 on back of a tree twenty 
I'm bringin' it to any nigga tryin' to servine (yeah) 
With them bullshit buggy I kiss 'em CDs 
Memphis Bleek: 
Check it out, yo, yo 
Well, I'm a lil' nigga don't speak 
I tote heat, here to shut down your whole operation on the street 
Bleek, you know niggas just had to recrute this 
My flow drew out like a old nigga toothless 
Who want to believe they pump Bleek with 'Renaline 
Too hyped up but weed calm my adrenaline 
Roll day on the strip, SK in the crib 
Honey crack valve playin' the binge 
Nickel nine gleam, like this armor rolled up 
My squad be armed up, gotcha niggas' arms up 
Who the f*ck want what? Me and Bean's trumped up 
Witcha town underseige, dillenger in your sleave 
My gun jammed, you niggas squeeze on me 
You niggas them cats thata call these on me 
I'm on on my off game, leave the stadium for in stores 
Floss chains and I pimp whores, they smoked out 
Shirt be poked out, when the slums know eight 
Six to jump out, you eat what you spit 
Motherfucker die clean before you actin' tought cat 
But in your heart you scream, I read your body languo 
You want balance and a water mangle 
You want a challange get a broad to every angle 
This shit is slowed down, I bet that 
Ya upfront dough, in your six bet that, motherfucker 

Sassy Fox some brick money, caught me a drop 
You know how I run it, 600, glassy top 
Rock them light gray wrist shit, flash the rocks 
The red, the yellow, the green, causin' traffic stops 
Bitch, please, never freeze, gonna blast the glock 
Then I show all them to plead and breeze past the cops 
You talk slick, suck dick for money in y'all hand 
I'm like 'Bitch, I got more money than your man' 
While you get your knees scraped up, cum all over your glands 
Shit, I'm in the be Twinz ballin' them tramps 
y'all hoes greasy, so I keep bitch easy 
Rookie, what the f*ck you know about glocks and a pop book? 
You know Na Na rock that shit, Perrot that shit 
And Scotch that shit, don't see about that shit 
Hollow points, top that shit, f*ck tryin' to aim 
Pop that shit, yeah, nigga, Fox got that shit 
You see the ice wrist shit, can you cop that shit 
Shannell crocodile ostrich shit, whoa 
You know my style, I be spinnin' they calves 
And I'll show that little dick, some celebrity ass 
Get 'em a brick, I know what style to get them niggas ship brick 
Well, f*ck, I let 'em live and lick the tip of my shit 
To remind 'em with some rose petals, candles, and shit 
Bust some hydro like the nigga grew up playin' my shit 
So that's what it is, why them hoes mad at my shit 
See me wildin' in the four-six, stylin' on them bum-ass 
Goddess in the sea, y'all bitches is littles Foxes 
See my girls' friends, tossin' they little watches 
Cris? I pops it. Fuckin' a nigga topless 
Cats? I fouls on. Hoes? I styles on, nigga 
Why y'all laughin'? 'Ey y'all laugh 
Over here? Hustle from where, clear all out 
Shit, greyhound bitch, stay down bitch 
And I know Jigga see me here to lay down shit 
I will spray y'all niggas, waste y'all niggas 
'Cause I fucked the nigga and pay y'all niggas 
Yeah, what the f*ck

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Written by: COX, GRANT, MARCHAND, PARKER

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