Lyrics:
(Six shell productions)
I was on the roads tryna double up
Home, now I wanna see my P's just triple
Had to run a boy down in my Air Force, pissed
Ordering Bloody Marys
Got a house on the prairie
Got a corpse in the basement
I see Hell out my window, Lord
This view is amazing
If I go back to jail,
[Intro: Young Gavin]
Fox Five, let's go
[Verse One: Foxy Brown]
See it ain't no party like a Fox Brown party
'cause a Fox Brown party don't
I came in by myself and that's how I'mma go
I was crying in that cell, first time I had to go
Put me in a funky brown suit and took away my clothes
I
Junkies and straight abusers
Who claim that they had a dream
Do that make MLK
If I lead that march
I see that spark
The road to success can't be that dark
the realest
I'm deep in her guts and it's sound like tennis these niggas suspicious they dressing like Dennis
How many niggas gone hate on the men if you ask me
We are here to tell the world just who we are
Shocking female (MC's), shocking female (MC's) (Repeat 2x)
Verse 1: Phife
No need for, introductions,
Chorus:
From what I was told niggaz say I'm a hit No Limit like Pac,
Hit Death Row and make some mon', now dance hoe
And blow, up like the world trade
'm about my business
Killin' all these rappers, you would swear I had a hit list
Everyone who doubted me is askin' for forgiveness
If you ain't been
him he wants to be free
He's got no one trying to help him or to save me
Raised by family but not his mom
Bobby at a young age was banished to Guam
buzzin'
Thinkin' about lovin' and what it brings to the table
And I assure you, the following is not fable
She had Long brown hair and beautiful brown eyes
you hot well I'm gonna stop it
Globetrotting like Dennis Rodman
If he wanna talk put 'em in coffin
I don't start it I just stop shit
Pull up to your
and halves, if we beefin' I blast
You sleepin' I laugh, ask Tip, I'm off the rip
I had this hoe who talked too much, I had to off the bitch
2-0, Mr. Crayola,
and halves, if we beefin' I blast
You sleepin' I laugh, ask Tip, I'm off the rip
I had this hoe who talked too much, I had to off the bitch
2-0, Mr. Crayola,
cre , you ready , for
This strange story?
Written for a comic or for
Your real life.
I have never been good a school
cnd i had the whole world
I was pacing
But there was all this anger in my nation
Then I had to become a stranger to temptation
Games being played by satan when u a wit
sucka MC
Had a response
You think we care?
I know that they are on the tip
My posse from the Bronx is thick
And we're real live
We walk
they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
And I know it's for the record, but how I'm 'bout to spin it?
Well, Jesus ain't had white skin in a minute"
So we living tight in a world full of sinning
ya
Bandages or hell you would
All brown and skinny but I've
Fucked up so many
I got QP's and halves, if we beefin' I blast
You sleepin' I laugh, ask
a snicker
So I'm like
Yo brown skin
Heard you made the world go around
You the right skin
You a baddie all my boys is trynna wife ya
And if you let me
the people say,
Where you rap and you call and you pay for all, and go home by the break of
day."
"If I rap and I call and I pay for all, my money is all my
no
I wrote back and said "of course I had sex before"
Knowing I was frontin'
I said I was like a pro baby
Knowing I was stuntin'
But if I told
[Chorus]
And I just had to call ya
I know somethin' there for you and me
Open up the door and you will see
I just had to call ya
If it's cool,
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