The Promise

[Featuring Havoc] [Foxy] Uhh, uh-huh, Firm [Havoc] Infamous [Foxy] The Brook-lyn, Q-be [chorus] [Foxy] My mind is the drama, that got me lookin back [both] constant [Foxy] Some Don shit, Foxy, get ready to [both] bomb shit [Foxy] Blink a eye, missed the comment The calmest, it's not a threat, it's a promise, yeah [Verse One:] Foxy Brown Who be the, mahogany, mami, the slanted eyes Hold it down, Boogie Fox, you bitch niggaz strip You web niggaz dead on, get fucked and wet on Shitted on, I want a low, fuckin wit Don Like Ronald, thirty inch, fortistrano Mill-ion, sophisticado, ill movado The Firm's baby girl, my fam be my whole world It figures, cause she'd die for them niggaz Doe or Die status, ma-ma be the baddest From Brook-lyn to Queensbrige, it's pure Havoc, Havoc We on a job, fuckin wit Mobb They had the drop on em, the slanted eyes peep the rocks on em He kinda jig, and he bubblin big Dig a hole holdin, so's watch his cash start foldin And bet though, twenty G craps wet though Nas you shoulda seen the nigga jet though Had it on blast, shoulda seen me shakin all of my ass Of course me, I threw the gas, thug nigga turnin real saucy Firm lay low I'ma play if you say so So stay close like I'm bout to twist babe bro I laid it down, went a couple of rounds, and tried to flaunt him I threw it on him, now he's right where I want him [Verse Two: Havoc] Got my mind in crooked ways Saturated up in Alize, you ain't a threat nigga So get big nigga baby girl crossin over send your soldiers Toucha fuck a rusher, this world is colder Like a, day in December 25th Son I got gift From monkey, motherfuckers, that want to rip Get your shit split, pushed back, grill that ass don't look back Respect this, like a Lexus repo man I took that Five cats to death dog, like shop I'm gonna set more Handwritten obituaries vocal through my chords Lights out... just pull the nines out Let's find out, pointin shook ones, they pointin dimes out It ain't hard, straight up and down, you get your deck pulled My hand is full, of fake niggaz I position Expensive intuition fuck a rap competition Gat expo, get a grip and never let go The tet blows, the rapper Noyd said, "That ass is wet though" Triple P, paranoid plus petrol Scared to death, put the pedal to the metal Ghetto connections, Audi 4, take your section You only get once chance, ain't no second guessin We blessin, peepin your style, them never testin Lessons of life walk the night witcha weapon [chorus] reversed, Havoc takes the main and Foxy joins in Starts with "Son it's the drama" instead* Verse Three: Foxy Brown Fox Boogs, whattup, they get the jack, what the fuck Lucked up, the thug nigga took a L nigga bitched up The snake niggaz slither like Jake, ain't all great Ain't no threat Dunn, fuckin with them niggaz that's fake They got though, pushin a 850 auto, they sayin nada They know The Firm gettin nachoes Cheddar like whatever, I see money frontin in the Land I got him, I got me a fuck and his man Murderous mami, I threw the kiss, he was hist' Oooh, shoulda seen that ill Roley on his wrist It seem like he fuckin wit cream somethin mean You'll be straight with his eight, and dead him on all his heron Realistically, papi, is history, mami I got this, chill Pa Pa, let me rock this I'm fuckin wit fours to cock this, let me plot this Ice he nuttin nice, if he front, take his life At the Shark Bar, fuckin wit Duke, him and his mans Really frontin boo, got him the red velour Filas too Here come my niggaz now in the black Hummer stuntin Yeah that's The Firm, jig the fuck up and body sumpin Whattup now Duke, his eyes cried from the inside I seen all of his fears cause he about to fry He looked at me, through his right eye, was like "Mami why?" I felt fucked up, I can't lie He was shook, 'Mega opened his chest, ain't nuttin left But the sky blue Land, and that niggaz last breath Last breath... [chorus], Foxy alone all parts* (repeat 2X) Yeah, it's not a threat Uhh, Mobb Deep, Havoc, and Foxy Duo, uhh, sick to death baby Firm, Escobar 600, Sosa, Mega, Ice Grand Wiz where you at baby? Queensbridge, Don 'pu The whole Brook-lyn, pretty boy