[Intro: AZ] [Foxy Brown]
Brooklyn [Ugh]
[That's right] Quiet Money for life
[Brooklyn sh*t] Black Sopranos
Yall know what this is
[AZ]
N*ggas wanna, sound like me
Get down like me
Wanna eat, f*ckin' drink, lounge around like me
Who d*ck bigga? Who stay bent? Who piss liquor?
Who whip sicka? Yall some b*tch n*ggas!
See I'm still loaded, Still getting that dough
Who jeeps deep wit drops? Still gettin' at hoes
Mama bear told me stop slackin', shapin' the mold
Make these rap n*ggas get on they toes [Ugh]
Now I'm more vane, See, I'm more insane
More and more, everyday the streets calling my name
I'ma spaz like, who want what? I'm that nice
With cash like, sheeit, I aint gotta flash twice
So ball with me, Be grateful the lord sent me
Absorb in me, Let off the semi 'til its all empty
Tall or skinny, Small, hardcore, or friendly
Feast yo' eyes on what the world envy
[Hook: Foxy Brown] [AZ]
What yall n*ggas want n*gga?
Ugh, F*ck yall n*ggas want?
[You heard?] Uh-huh, ugh, whoa
[What yall n*ggas want n*gga?]
[See, This is Brooklyn, this Brooklyn sh*t]
[AZ] (Foxy Brown)
Since Sugar Hill, Sh*t got reala
Got more illa, more of not givin' a f*ck
More guerilla
More paper chasin' only means more scrilla
So, Cross me now and believe I'll kill ya
More kidnappin' n*ggas, They snatch ya, come kill ya
Tape and handcuff up, and cap peel ya
It's that reala
Hit ya, back split ya
Keep that mac wit ya, or get left with the cracks wit' ya
It's Sos' n*gga, Live in the flesh, Up close n*gga
Hope you bought that toast wit' ya [Uh-huh]
'Cause i'ma move like, so smooth like, whos hype?
I'm all Brooklyn, and my crews tight
Benz [ugh] Jags [ugh] Range [whoa] Vogues [uh huh]
Henny [ugh] Cris [whoa] Remy [uh-huh] Mo [what!]
N*ggas [ugh] Gotta [ugh] Feel this [yea, yea n*ggas] Flow
[Ugh, Brooklyn] YOU KNOW!
What yall know about 60 diamonds in one chain
4 coupes, 2 Cadillacs, and 1 range
100 mothaf*ckas all under, one name
And we ain't come to shower, we came to reign!
[Foxy Brown]
And it's the Fox to the
5 n*ggas got them glocks to ya
We on ya block, like how not could ya?
It's the dough and the 6-series, windows tinted
Flow like whoa! B*tch, mind yo' business
This is big pimpin', broads stiffen when the teams mentioned
We comin' through wit' the bling drenchin'
So test who? Ya whole crew'll get two through they vest too
So f*ck you, Diddy don't dickride now, that slut too
Yall mothaf*ckas know how Fox and Sos' do (uh-huh)
It's so true, It's nothin' to post a toast to
Brook'Nam, Shook ones, Get aired like sitcoms
Blowin' the X-5, wit' the 20 inches shoes on, NIGGA! (ugh)
[AZ & Foxy Brown]
Benz [ugh]
Jags [ugh]
Range [whoa]
Vogues [uh huh]
Henny [ugh]
Cris [whoa]
Remy [uh-huh]
Mo [what!]
N*ggas [ugh]
Gotta [ugh]
Feel this glow [yea, yea n*ggas]
[Ugh, Brooklyn]
YOU KNOW!
What yall know about 60 diamonds in one chain
4 coupes, 2 cadillacs, and 1 range
100 mothaf*ckas all under, one name
And we aint come to shower, we came to reign! [UGH!]
[Repeat hook w/ adlibs until fade]
Brooklyn [Ugh]
[That's right] Quiet Money for life
[Brooklyn sh*t] Black Sopranos
Yall know what this is
[AZ]
N*ggas wanna, sound like me
Get down like me
Wanna eat, f*ckin' drink, lounge around like me
Who d*ck bigga? Who stay bent? Who piss liquor?
Who whip sicka? Yall some b*tch n*ggas!
See I'm still loaded, Still getting that dough
Who jeeps deep wit drops? Still gettin' at hoes
Mama bear told me stop slackin', shapin' the mold
Make these rap n*ggas get on they toes [Ugh]
Now I'm more vane, See, I'm more insane
More and more, everyday the streets calling my name
I'ma spaz like, who want what? I'm that nice
With cash like, sheeit, I aint gotta flash twice
So ball with me, Be grateful the lord sent me
Absorb in me, Let off the semi 'til its all empty
Tall or skinny, Small, hardcore, or friendly
Feast yo' eyes on what the world envy
[Hook: Foxy Brown] [AZ]
What yall n*ggas want n*gga?
Ugh, F*ck yall n*ggas want?
[You heard?] Uh-huh, ugh, whoa
[What yall n*ggas want n*gga?]
[See, This is Brooklyn, this Brooklyn sh*t]
[AZ] (Foxy Brown)
Since Sugar Hill, Sh*t got reala
Got more illa, more of not givin' a f*ck
More guerilla
More paper chasin' only means more scrilla
So, Cross me now and believe I'll kill ya
More kidnappin' n*ggas, They snatch ya, come kill ya
Tape and handcuff up, and cap peel ya
It's that reala
Hit ya, back split ya
Keep that mac wit ya, or get left with the cracks wit' ya
It's Sos' n*gga, Live in the flesh, Up close n*gga
Hope you bought that toast wit' ya [Uh-huh]
'Cause i'ma move like, so smooth like, whos hype?
I'm all Brooklyn, and my crews tight
Benz [ugh] Jags [ugh] Range [whoa] Vogues [uh huh]
Henny [ugh] Cris [whoa] Remy [uh-huh] Mo [what!]
N*ggas [ugh] Gotta [ugh] Feel this [yea, yea n*ggas] Flow
[Ugh, Brooklyn] YOU KNOW!
What yall know about 60 diamonds in one chain
4 coupes, 2 Cadillacs, and 1 range
100 mothaf*ckas all under, one name
And we ain't come to shower, we came to reign!
[Foxy Brown]
And it's the Fox to the
5 n*ggas got them glocks to ya
We on ya block, like how not could ya?
It's the dough and the 6-series, windows tinted
Flow like whoa! B*tch, mind yo' business
This is big pimpin', broads stiffen when the teams mentioned
We comin' through wit' the bling drenchin'
So test who? Ya whole crew'll get two through they vest too
So f*ck you, Diddy don't dickride now, that slut too
Yall mothaf*ckas know how Fox and Sos' do (uh-huh)
It's so true, It's nothin' to post a toast to
Brook'Nam, Shook ones, Get aired like sitcoms
Blowin' the X-5, wit' the 20 inches shoes on, NIGGA! (ugh)
[AZ & Foxy Brown]
Benz [ugh]
Jags [ugh]
Range [whoa]
Vogues [uh huh]
Henny [ugh]
Cris [whoa]
Remy [uh-huh]
Mo [what!]
N*ggas [ugh]
Gotta [ugh]
Feel this glow [yea, yea n*ggas]
[Ugh, Brooklyn]
YOU KNOW!
What yall know about 60 diamonds in one chain
4 coupes, 2 cadillacs, and 1 range
100 mothaf*ckas all under, one name
And we aint come to shower, we came to reign! [UGH!]
[Repeat hook w/ adlibs until fade]
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