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1. _ Broken Silence
[Foxy Brown speaking] The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? The Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid? When the wicked came against me to eat up my flesh My enemies and foes, they stumbled and fell Though an army may encamp against me My heart shall not fear Though war may rise against me In this I will be confident [Darius] I will survive [Chorus] Take, these broken wings (these broken wings) And let them fly again And let them live so free (you taught me how to fly, fly) When we hear, the voices sing The book of love will open up, and let us in [Foxy Brown] Feel like I've got this black cloud hangin' over me It's like this pain is takin' control of me Every move I make, determines my fate Feel like I'm dying slow, and that's the shit I hate The constant pressure, the bullshit rumors The outcast, I'm the one they love to badge When the records stop sellin' And the crowds stop yellin' All I have is me Bet you thought I'd die without you But see how I'm still living Thought that I would self destruct But I'm still here, with another one Even though I felt crumbled, I made it through the rumble Torn apart, a young woman scorned Coping with the pain, nearly drove me insane In the hospital, crying in the pain All types of medications, flowing through my veins [Chorus: Darius] Take, these broken wings (these, broken, wings) And let them fly again And let them live so free When we hear, the voices sing (I will learn, I will learn, how to fly) The book of love will open up, and let us in [Foxy Brown] Please, understand I'm a human first And before Foxy Brown, I'm just still Inga And my family, is my whole life And I cherish this ring that you put on my finger We survived through the roughest stones Sleeping with our baby pit bull on the basement floors And through it all, you and I felt we could be strong All through the rough times, through the pains and storms And, it's like when it rains, it pours All they see is gray and blue, they don't know you like I do Five years committed, y'all just don't understand No career, no fame, meant more than my man And, to my fans that slept through it all Through the rise and the fall, I love y'all all Even when I nearly lost my mind Some remained loyal, ignored the headlines and [Chorus: Darius] Take, these broken wings (take, these broken wings) And let them fly again And let them live so free (let em fly, let em fly) When we hear, the voices sing (voices sing) The book of love will open up, and let us in [Foxy Brown] Story of my legacy, this can't be life Lord, I feel like I'm fallin' Praying for strength, I'm losing my mind And, how can you fly when your wings are broken? And, how can I smile when my heart is broken? Through all the pain I've felt, that's the hand I'm dealt My personal problem, stays in my home Know I won't discuss them, reporters I don't trust 'em [Chorus: Darius] Take, these broken wings (these broken wings) And let them fly again And let them live so free (I wanna see them fly) When we hear, the voices sing The book of love will open up, and let us in Take, these broken wings (take these broken wings) And let them fly again (oohh) And let them live so free (let them live so free, so free) When we hear, the voices sing (yeahh) The book of love will open up, and let us in [Darius] Teach me how to fly (ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh-ooh) Teach me how to fly I believe, in the power, of love (ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh) Can't you hear me, don't you hear me? (ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh-ooh) I'm calling out to you Foxy help me sing (ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh) These broken wings [fades] more free lyrics |
2. _ The Letter
[Ron Isley] (shimmering memories.. up in the studio gettin low) (listening... it's the realest shit I've ever wrote) This is a letter From Inga To my mother, and my brothers, and my baby [Foxy Brown] Dear Mommy, I apologize I know it's because of me that your life is traumatized (and) it's cause of me that at times you wanna die But you was always there when your little Na Na cried (and) When the media said Foxy's ill You was there when this fame almost got me killed When I was in the hospital, could not be still Only you knew the reasons why I popped these pills And to my friends I love them and I know they care But, time after time, you was always there When I did the Vibe cover, holdin my crotch I was wailin, while you prayed for me hopin I'll stop Sorry for the times I didn't tell the truth And I'm sorry for the times when I yelled at you I love you mommy, sorry that's happened Please pass the letter to Gavin [Ron Isley] (shimmering memories.. up in the studio gettin low) (listening... it's the realest shit I've ever wrote) This is a letter From Inga To my mother, and my brothers, and my baby Ah yea oh oh oh yea.. [Foxy Brown] Gavin, dang, where do I start You knew it all, you was there from the start My cold deed the ear to my heart Just writing this tears me apart (see) Seemed like yesterday when I signed my deal Brought the Benz, and put you behind the wheel I wanted you to know that I did it for us And I wanted you to know I was committed to us And of course the long way, we had our disputes You didn't care for some of the things that I would do But you still watched my back, complete and the same You're the one that used to school me, and teach me the game (see) Whether I'm here, or dead in a box Keep my name alive, you know no bitch is better than Fox I love you, tell ma I'll never forget her Let Ant read the rest of the letter [Ron Isley] (shimmering memories.. up in the studio gettin low) (listening... it's the realest shit I've ever wrote) This is a letter To my mother, and my brothers, and my baby Ohhh I love you yeaaah [Foxy Brown] Anton, don't let this letter get you down Dagg, I hope I didn't let you down I made my mistakes I was young in the mind But you gotta admit, I was one of a kind Remember Miami when you fought my man Can't imagine how mentally lost I am (memories) Never knew life could be so painful Tell daddy I love him, and I'm still his little angel I'm all cried out, I feel like I wanna go Can't take this no more I want my life like it was before My life so raw Love you Ant but I can't write no more [Ron Isley] Ohhh come on come back home Memories, Memories.. Ohh I'm so sorry I want my lover Yeaaa this is my letter To my mother, and my brothers, and my baby My my my baby Please, listen Listen to me Oh somebody listen Listen to me Come on home Rarararararara Memories... Oh I love my mother And my brother But what about my baby Oh my baby Listen to me listen Keep the family Come back home to me Oooohhhh... My letter My letter.. Listen.... more free lyrics |
3. _ Fallin'
[young gavin]
Through this hard times, the negativity, the jealousy
[foxy]
Yo carolina blue six - hottest bitch on the block
Used to willie ducatti, saco, prada kick
High school, got signed wrote them platti hits
Tito was the same shit, got a platti wrist
They say i'm stoosh cause i cover my bush
In that dolce gabbana, i'm a hot little mama
The number one stunna
Slim, skin copper
Like bare bra, i'd eat that gravy proper
You got a money fetish
You wanna see me where your bed is?
Playboy y'all got to give me five letters
Like prada, jacob, fendi boots
C. dior, clothing, suits
Range rover, gucci shoes
First class, flat class, paris
[young gavin]
Don't hate me cause i'm ballin'
Lord take me if i'm fallin'
I think i hear them callin' me
Why the keep on callin' me?
Don't hate me cause i'm ballin'
Lord take me if i'm fallin'
I think i hear them callin' me
Why the keep on callin' me?
[foxy]
If i was to die, it be too many cowards alive
Fox brown, bonnie minus the clyde
And today i'mma make this one promise to god
Even if i go wood, i'mma keep it so hood
And i got chills when i signed my deal
And i shed tears when biggie and pac got killed
It's only one other broad that really got skills
She's alright, but she's not real
Brown, i'm hot with no rehearsal time
And i stays on tour like the circle line
Ain't a bitch that could emulate my classic delivery
I rep' new york like the statue of liberty
Mentally i'm in my own zone holding my spot
Fox, basically i'm the female pac
And it's like my life is a thesis
Sometimes i feel like i'm talking swedish
Y'all niggas don't get it
And me i'm balling, the streets keep calling
Lord take my soul i feel like i'm falling
[young gavin]
Don't hate me cause i'm ballin'
Lord take me if i'm fallin'
I think i hear them callin' me
Why the keep on callin' me?
Don't hate me cause i'm ballin'
Lord take me if i'm fallin'
I think i hear them callin' me
Why the keep on callin' me?
[foxy brown]
Before me there was many but none so hot
They had no other choice but to run they spot
Rock since 15 i was bound to ball
Think it's time to run my resume down to y'all
See, touch me...platinum
Ain't no...gold
Total...500,000 sold
Ill nana...2.8
The firm...another mil
Then chyna doll came, it's pretty much the same
And anything we rap about you see us do
Now we stay in demand like ps2
Lot of planes, lot of cars, a lot of chauffeurs
Lot of gucci, lot of louis, lot of proda loafers
Couple dollars and with that i bought my range
Pretty in red got a lot of ass off my name man.
Yeah i'm ballin the streets
Keep callin lord take my soul i feel like i'm fallin.
(don't hate us)
Chorus (2x)
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4. _ Run Dem
[Foxy] Whoa [Cham] A wha de blood claat dem fool dem [Foxy Brown] Who the fuck told bitches they could do what I do And all of a sudden all y'all bitches got accents too Bad gyal, bitches can't do the shit that I do Sometime a gal figure it cool - hoo hoo hoo hoo; whoa I tell a motherfucker this Some niggaz nowadays move worse than a bitch Ans as for this chick, me love bum flick on bad man dick so Got the pussy; I got the live fo' I'm a grown ass bitch with my own ass shit Now heat dis and I wan' chat me a go BUSTIN a secret Y'all big bot-ty man, ya have look man bottom Pussy watchman, you a trace gyal patton Fuck who, niggaz wish they could fuck me Like they never seen a hot gal act like we Big bumba claat star, push hot car Big hood, and love back way all day And the way my man fuck, can't even stand up And when he gets stiff it cum like ten dicks Take it through my hole right through my appendix I got a message; whydontch'all motherfuckers sit on this? [Chorus 2X: Baby Cham] From a puss hole, dis man we shot down If a fass hole fi dead man we back down If a gun shot fi bust man we clap down An if a riddim fi ride man we rock down [Foxy Brown] Out of all the broads in the game, Fox is the baddest Picture me fuckin with a nigga half my status Bad gal bust big gun and no wan' see me back it Move ya bumba hole, bwoy gwon mind ya jacket How dare y'all motherfuckers even spit my name Cool na man, 'fore I have you X'd out the game And tell dem all you young pussy like sugar cane And buck yat take beer owed by queer, oh dem where dat? Bet you wish you lucked up, and got a quick nut Wouldn't fuck you if I was horny, or pissy-ass drunk Lucky I don't fuck around and get you stuck up Waitin outside your studio, collect your dub bucks Bitch - fuck around and get that nigga gun buck Outsider fully loaded with the gun stashed up In front of cactus, chrome fo'-fifth And a bag of full clip for niggaz with loose lip - FIYAH [Chorus] [Foxy Brown] How many times I got to let y'all bitches know I'm one of a kind, can't fuck with mines See when Fox in the place, pure hotness a gwan when I bust wine we na watch ya face, gwan Ya too fraud, sound ridiculous I'm the only Trini bitch that can kick yard shit, FIYAH that can kick yard shit FIRE What you know about skin out and bruck out Like a bad gyal bunny hot style, pop pure style [Baby Cham - repeat 2X] Look at this wannabe's comin around me Sick of thes fake G's tryin to clown me Why these/you niggaz be tryin to drown me I'm tellin you fools no one can bound me [Chorus - repeat to end] [Baby Cham ad libs at end, w/o beat] more free lyrics |
5. _ Candy
[Kelis] I taste just like candy.. candy I taste just like candy.. .. so dance with me [Foxy] Yo, now let me paint y'all a picture Fox pimp hard, just quiet like a whisper - don't get it mixed up Bad little sista; not bad meaning bad but bad meaning good - DAM I'm so hood You should see me in them jeans It's hard to describe and Being cocky is just a part of the vibe I might stop and holla and pop my collar Maybe a little conceited but that's always needed Love attention when I'm passin by See I show a little cleavage then I catch his eye Just the thought of him eatin, I was outside soakin Duke standin loc'in, mouth wide open I walked over, lickin my lips And adjustin my {tits} and switchin my hips {Shit} he threw his hand on my waist Looked in my face and said he wanna know how I taste [Kelis] I taste just like candy.. so dance with me I taste just like candy.. so dance with me I taste just like candy.. so dance with me I taste just like candy.. so dance with me [Foxy] Now just imagine me nude, stretched out I'll be all over the news if this gets out So HOT that the press might ban me Now how bad you wanna know if I'm sweeter then candy? What would you risk? Would you put up the car? Taste my na na in the rain on the hood of your car Or the back of the plane, {nipples} all out Bent over the sink with my panties in your mouth When my dark skin complexion steps in Won't take no questions to get him and the thought of Fox give him an erection to get real stiff at the sight of my {tits} Now we can role play, you be the pilot I'll be the stewardess boy I ain't knew to this When I lay on my stomach and throw my legs back Y'all probably won't know how to act [Kelis] I taste just like candy.. so dance with me I taste just like candy.. so dance with me I taste just like candy.. so dance with me I taste just like candy.. so dance with me I taste just like candy.. so dance with me I taste just like candy.. so dance with me I taste just like candy.. so dance with me I taste just like candy.. so dance with me [Foxy] I'm real sweet like a candy corn I'm in your thoughts late night when your boys are gone Picture me, t-shirt, no panties on Or maybe topless, homie I'm priceless bwoy The kind of girl that love to talk {shit} 'Specially when I'm on top - the whole show stop Even though I'm sweet, ain't nuttin sweet Let me know when you're ready to eat [Kelis] I taste just like candy.. so dance with me I taste just like candy.. so dance with me I taste just like candy.. so dance with me I taste just like candy.. so dance with me I taste just like... more free lyrics |
6. _ B.K. Anthem
Lemme tell you where I grew up at Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, blew up that Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at Brooklyn! Beef, who want that? I grew up in the thoroist borough - B.K. Where B.I.G. had everybody rockin' D.K. Gav was the first dude wit' the C.L.K. and bricks was gettin' shipped outta east L.A. It's Brooklyn, where niggaz lives was tooken Rich cats got knocked and they wallets was tooken Fourty-three and Hemlock, they fifth bit cock We cryed when they killed Lenox and popped them rocks (aiyyo, ya ain't hear, what {the fuck} I just said?) B.K. - the home of Biggie and Jay Where niggaz got Will Smith ships, get jiggy all day Bitches that boost in the city all day Heckel and Koch, crack spots, federal watch I grew up here, sip mo', threw up here Yo the feds snatched two up here, in B.K. Niggaz in the hood in that all blue and grey Gorillas got rich from still wells and P.A. Lemme tell you where I grew up at Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, blew up that Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at Brooklyn! Beef, who want that? Lemme tell you where I grew up at Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, blew up that Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at Brooklyn! Beef, who want that? Brooklyn! The livest borough You come here front, you might die in this borough The east, the feelin' best dies in this borough Full of projects, the wildest borough Try to figure out which side is thoro From, C.I. to Saint Marks is carryin' cons Niggaz rock Coogi and Dolce Gaban's So women here make a livin' just carryin' bombs We pop, corks a little bit and we floss a little bit In the club, buyin' out Cris', pour us a little bit I told y'all that my borough is thoro I know niggaz that'll clap you up and bury the metal Same day, still in the hood and so ghetto Brook-non, holla back, get your crook on Live from the seven-one-eight, we raised the eight Everytime poppy raise the way to that eight Motherfuckers! Lemme tell you where I grew up at Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, blew up that Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at Brooklyn! Beef, who want that? Lemme tell you where I grew up at Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, blew up that Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at Brooklyn! Beef, who want that? It's B.K. nigga, get yo' vest ate up Over them chips, you could get S-Ked up They find you in the back of the buildin' - sprayed up All for the love of this paper; we misled By 21 - some'll be dead By 22 - the rest of these dudes are bein' feds We got change but we still FUCKED up Niggaz is outta jail but they locked up The feds takin' prints when we pullin' the drops up BK open up, get popped up You know whats the borough where cats drive wit' the box in the truck Tre pound locked up, wrist be rocked up Yellin' out "Get down, lay down when we pop up!" Blocks so hot we drop the rocks wit' tops up Windows tinted, you can't see whos in it It's Brown nigga, I represent it, it's Brooklyn! Lemme tell you where I grew up at Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, blew up that Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at Brooklyn! Beef, who want that? Lemme tell you where I grew up at Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, blew up that Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at Brooklyn! Beef, who want that? Lemme tell you where I grew up at Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, blew up that Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at Brooklyn! Beef, who want that? Lemme tell you where I grew up at Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, blew up that Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at Brooklyn! Beef, who want that? B.K. borough bitches, ain't nuttin' but the best in here The streets of New York, real niggaz, real shit happen nigga Fuck y'all know 'bout bang-outs, gettin' busy? Fuck police and all that nigga, real niggaz Brooklyn nigga! more free lyrics |
7. _ Broken Silence (intro)
[news reporters speaking]
"rapper foxy brown was arrested today in raleigh, north carolina on
Misdemeaner charges for an alledged altercation with a hotel employee.
She was arrested and released on a thousand dollar bond but if found
Guilty of the charge, she could face up to sixty days in prison."
"gun fire erupted today outside a greenwich village radio station. the
Gunplay allegedly stems from an ungoing feud... both artists claim no
Involvement in the incident. no arrests have yet been made in
Connection with the shooting."
"in other news, rap artist foxy brown was hospitalized yesterday after
An apparent overdose on a common prescription drug. while the overdose
Was allegedly an atempt at her own life, no one from the hospital nor
Foxy's family were available for comment. stay tuned for more news"
"inga marchand, also known as rapper foxy brown, was taken to a local
Hospital today, when the range rover she was driving spun out of
Control at a brooklyn sidestreet. although she was not seriously
Injured, marchand was later arrested for driving with a suspended
Liscense. this is just another in a long list of offences that have
Plagued this brooklyn rap star."
[foxy brown]
Yeah, you know its been a long time since y'all heard my voice
Maybe what, 2, 3, years or somethin
Up and down been high and low
Even been at the point of no return, no hope
Just wanna let my fans know that i'm still here
Y'all holla back
The sound was broken, too many years being political
Its kinda hard to do when everything your seeing is critical
Is all my fault what they said in the news
But its funny how the public seems to get it confused
They act like they aint got nothin better to do
All they want is a statement, the hattin is blatin
But we never paid attention to those who hate us
Til my face was on the cover of all the local papers
But still un-phased, i kept my cool
Plottin, carefully, every step i choose
And my, cool-whit poin, and my write finery
Everybody wanna know my side of the story
Well here it is, the whole truth, plain and simple
This'll finally explain all the pain i've been through
And in no way shape or form of my provoken violence
Please try to understand my "broken silence"
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8. _ So Hot (Remix)
[Intro - Foxy Brown] Fox so hot.. ya can't fuck wit me Fox so hot.. ya can't fuck wit me Fox so hot.. ya can't fuck wit me Fox so hot.. ya can't fuck wit me [Foxy Brown over Intro] Oooh, Nana - F-O wit the X Pretty boy, Brooklyn Alright okay, alright, c'mon Mmm.. I said it, what? That bitch is lethal, uhh.. [Foxy Brown] Whoa.. ohh shit; Na Na come through (Clue, Clue, Clue) Pretty and crisp, y'all hoes pop shit I keep my gun cocked (Clue, Clue, Clue) and my bitch spit Yes, who the ras wan' test me Original, don gargon that bitch I'm the reason bitches ride dick (dun know) I'm the reason why they like cock stiff Fox is the only reason Why them bitch wan' run gwan' buy fake tits like Who the fuck is y'all aimin for? If it's Fox, fuck you ain't name me for? Like I told you before, I'm B.K.'s illest Dangerous bitch, B.K.'s realest Heat play wit niggaz, clap gun, I rap don gargon Rapper slash model The whole round robin, so don't y'all get suspicious I'm big gun cock Foxy, y'all Likkle Vicious And niggaz feel this.. [Chorus 2X: Foxy Brown and Young Gavin] [F.B.] Ya can't fuck wit me [Y.G.] Na Na, so hot, make you wanna say [F.B.] Fox so hot [Y.G.] So hot, make niggaz say [F.B.] Ya can't fuck wit me [Y.G.] So hot, make you wanna say [F.B.] Fox so hot [Y.G.] Na Na, so hot, Na Na, make it drop [F.B.] Ya can't fuck wit me [Foxy Brown] Uhh, who da ras (?) chat but sound like who? And outta all niggaz I'm like "Please not do," uhh Niggaz talk slick then plead to the crew Got some grimy lil' niggaz that'll eat y'all food Nigga, don't talk to me 'bout Fox spit rude I'm the same bad gal, same cocky attitude Like, ain't nothin changed, stunt gal, sick bod' Mash up on mah blood clot Range like "Ay!" And naan bitch fuckin wit Fox like Whoa; original big gun cock bitch And naan bitch wanna see Fox Naan bitch, wanna see me likkle gun pop Like, and if any bitch step on my crocks Thats a automatic hot one through ya Datsun, seen it? Make them niggaz drop they toungues and Before they done make 'em drop they ones Tell 'em any nigga comin can't come for free See I'm three times dough, bitch I'm no joke I'm, one in a million, nigga types too (?) As long as ya "Chyna Doll" is indefinitely We H-O-T-T-I-E's, yes Not many can do it like, do it like..(?) [Chorus - w/ variations] [Foxy Brown] Mhm, I hate niggaz that love to pull rank Can't fuck and when they nut niggaz shoot blanks I'm sorta like Jessica Rabbit Fuck who? Bitch don't move without carats, nigga and that's my motto - fuck me today, buy a house tomorrow and I don't feel sorrow, mmm Especially when I wind up my waistline Make them niggaz L.O.I. to the bass line Make them niggaz pepper seed when they taste mine [Chorus - w/ variations] more free lyrics |
9. _ Fallin
[Young Gavin] Through this hard times, the negativity, the jealousy [Foxy] Yo Carolina Blue six - hottest bitch on the block Used to Willie Ducatti, Saco, Prada kick High school, got signed wrote them platti hits Tito was the same shit, got a platti wrist They say I'm stoosh cause I cover my bush In that Dolce Gabbana, I'm a hot little mama The number one stunna Slim, skin copper Like bare bra, I'd eat that gravy proper You got a money fetish You wanna see me where your bed is? Playboy y'all got to give me five letters Like Prada, Jacob, Fendi boots C. Dior, clothing, suits Range Rover, Gucci shoes First class, flat class, Paris [Young Gavin] Don't hate me cause I'm ballin' Lord take me if I'm fallin' I think I hear them callin' me Why the keep on callin' me? Don't hate me cause I'm ballin' Lord take me if I'm fallin' I think I hear them callin' me Why the keep on callin' me? [Foxy] If I was to die, it be too many cowards alive Fox Brown, Bonnie minus the Clyde And today I'mma make this one promise to God Even if I go wood, I'mma keep it so hood And I got chills when I signed my deal And I shed tears when Biggie and Pac got killed It's only one other broad that really got skills She's alright, but she's not real Brown, I'm hot with no rehearsal time And I stays on tour like the circle line Ain't a bitch that could emulate my classic delivery I rep' New York like the Statue of Liberty Mentally I'm in my own zone holding my spot Fox, basically I'm the female Pac And it's like my life is a thesis Sometimes I feel like I'm talking Swedish Y'all niggas don't get it And me I'm balling, the streets keep calling Lord take my soul I feel like I'm falling [Young Gavin] Don't hate me cause I'm ballin' Lord take me if I'm fallin' I think I hear them callin' me Why the keep on callin' me? Don't hate me cause I'm ballin' Lord take me if I'm fallin' I think I hear them callin' me Why the keep on callin' me? [Foxy Brown] Before me there was many but none so hot They had no other choice but to run they spot Rock since 15 I was bound to ball Think it's time to run my resume down to y'all See, Touch Me...platinum Ain't No...gold Total...500,000 sold Ill Nana...2.8 The Firm...another mil Then Chyna Doll came, it's pretty much the same And anything we rap about you see us do Now we stay in demand like PS2 Lot of planes, lot of cars, a lot of chauffeurs Lot of Gucci, lot of Louis, lot of Proda loafers Couple dollars and with that I bought my Range Pretty adn Reg got a lot of ass off my name now Yeah I'm balling the streets keep calling Lord take my soul...I feel like I'm falling (Don't hate us) [CHORUS (2X)] more free lyrics |
10. _ Gangsta Boogie
La La La La La It's the motherfucking B-R-O-W-N Whoa Slow your roll niggas It's about to go down my niggas I'm outta control still Bubble slow and Low in the rov and Spit stick flow I'm a problem Niggas Y'all can't fuck with Boog I'm too hood F-B the rap Angelina Jolie Everything from Carty to Chloe Posha here little Fifthmar there Nigga It's not a game on the mic I'm insane Snatch back my lane I'm a vince Carter this Brown pimp the game and still reign Since the days of Kane numb 'em like cocaine Niggas read my lips Nigga we won;t miss Get gangsta girl Gangsta [Foxy Brown] Still reppin the K gun in the waist Hit by the Neptunes Throw in that bass Yeah y'all niggas got a problem This year I'm focused man (holla) from my blue and grey Pradas Rov and 6-4 I'm the locest man Hotter than dope man I'm different dog I'm outta bitches reach Y'all bitches take heed this bitch is deep One lesson learned ain't nothing sweet Body a broad I dont play with these broads Y'all broads be killing me with that chatter I go at one bitch the rest of y'all don't matter Fuck around like y'all want it With Brown My knuckle game vicious I'm shutting shit down niggas Get gangsta girl Gangsta Gangsta Boogie (nigga) Gangsta Boogie (bitch) [Foxy Brown] Since a little young broad I been spitting this flame Smack the shit out one y'all broads Yall mention Fox name Lord it's a shame I'm such ahead of this game And you know she's a hot bitch When they dirty your name Give a bitch the 5 minutes of fame Lot of broads ain't acting the same Not that I knew 'em But I passed them on a couple of corners Racking that brain and the 2 top bitches kinda slid off they game And at the time I was going through my personal pain Them the sorta things kinda drive you insane Bitch betta thank God you slid in the game Bout to kill bitches back Man it's a wrap Gangsta girl Gangsta [4x] more free lyrics |
11. _ 730
Whoa, whoa
What the *plurrr is this, yo!
They say i'm 730, say i spaz out
Fb is ill, she'll wild out
Can y'all feel my pain?
I can't let it slide
How could i smile when i'm hurtin' so bad inside?
Yo how can we start this
My life is thorough never heartless
I laid it down from the gate to the st louis arches
From the windy city to the streets in cali
To them streets in houston
My niggas always boostin'
Some bitches always holla
How they don't spend a dolla
But that's because they ain't got it
Now tell me where's the logic
And if i talk it - i've done did it or about to do it
I'm making anthems, got a million niggas bouncin' to it
Bust your guns!
And if that ain't enough then bust again
I've been thuggin' since b-i-z made "just a friend"
Matter of fact ever since flava flav was rockin' clocks
And even then there was no bitch that could compare to fox
Let me head knock, pretty you wit' me right
This prada fit me tight, this gucci fit me right
Who could quickly write like seven joints and it be tight?
You know how hood we sound, you know it's boogie brown
Yo they say i'm 730, say i spaz out
Fb is ill, she'll wild out
But can y'all feel my pain?
I can't let it slide
How could i smile when i'm hurtin' so bad inside?
They say i'm 730, say i spaz out
Fb is ill, she'll wild out
But can y'all feel my pain?
I can't let it slide
How could i smile when i'm hurtin' so bad inside?
Yo my life is full of problems
Sometimes it's hard to dodge 'em
So much you couldn't fathom
I wish i didn't have them
They say i'm 7-30, pretty but i rap too dirty
The law is criticizing me and probably never heard me
So what i crashed my range
My last name ain't changed
This time it's different though
I'm not exploiting names
Yeah i write my shit
It's not a fucking game
So what he wrote some songs
I blew him up the same
I'm never ducking dames
Y'all know just where to find me
I would've killed her but it just wouldn't be fair to mommie
Imagine me doing time, foxy behind bars
Not me the crime star
Y'all bitches ain't worth it
Although my life ain't perfect, i'll never change a thing
Y'all want success but y'all don't know about the pain it bring
It's supposed to make you happy and keep your paper long
This beat is kind of ill
How could you hate this song?
Yo they say i'm 730, say i spaz out
Fb is ill, she'll wild out
But can y'all feel my pain?
I can't let it slide
How could i smile when i'm hurtin' so bad inside?
They say i'm 730, say i spaz out
Fb is ill, she'll wild out
But can y'all feel my pain?
I can't let it slide
How could i smile when i'm hurtin' so bad inside?
Man some hoes is always yackin'
Like i can't make it happen
Like they don't know my cash
Like they don't know my past
Especially pop star bitches with the soft image
So what i ain't with him
Bitch! he's off limits
Be where i always be
See who i choose to see
Although we're not together, his heart belong to me
See at times i think y'all bitches be confusing me
Like i'm somethin' sweet, shorty i'm still street
You're not on my level, and i won't stoop
And i'm the one that got you, kicked out your own group
Chicks be always thinkin' that i'mma let it ride
I might not kill you but i'll hurt you till your dead inside
Third album and you still wanna test brown
I'm so hood bitches know how boogie get down
It could be real drama
It's still the ill na na
There ain't a bitch wilda
Any beef? holla!
They say i'm 730, say i spaz out
Fb is ill, she'll wild out
But can y'all feel my pain?
I can't let it slide
How could i smile when i'm hurtin' so bad inside?
They say i'm 730, say i spaz out
Fb is ill, she'll wild out
But can y'all feel my pain?
I can't let it slide
How could i smile when i'm hurtin' so bad inside?
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12. _ 7:30
Whoa, whoa What the plurrr is this, YO! They say I'm 730, say I spaz out FB is ill, she'll wild out Can y'all feel my pain? I can't let it slide How could I smile when I'm hurtin' so bad inside? Yo how can we start this My life is thorough never heartless I laid it down from the Gate to the St Louis arches From the windy city to the streets in Cali To them streets in Houston My niggas always boostin' Some bitches always holla How they don't spend a dolla But that's because they ain't got it Now tell me where's the logic And if I talk it - I've done did it or about to do it I'm making anthems, got a million niggas bouncin' to it Bust your guns! And if that ain't enough then bust again I've been thuggin' since B-I-Z made "Just A Friend" Matter of fact ever since Flava Flav was rockin' clocks And even then there was no bitch that could compare to Fox Let me head knock, Pretty you wit' me right This Prada fit me tight, this Gucci fit me right Who could quickly write like seven joints and it be tight? You know how hood we sound, you know it's Boogie Brown Yo they say I'm 730, say I spaz out FB is ill, she'll wild out But can y'all feel my pain? I can't let it slide How could I smile when I'm hurtin' so bad inside? They say I'm 730, say I spaz out FB is ill, she'll wild out But can y'all feel my pain? I can't let it slide How could I smile when I'm hurtin' so bad inside? Yo my life is full of problems Sometimes it's hard to dodge 'em So much you couldn't fathom I wish I didn't have them They say I'm 7-30, pretty but I rap too dirty The law is criticizing me and probably never heard me So what I crashed my Range My last name ain't changed This time it's different though I'm not exploiting names Yeah I write my shit It's not a fucking game So what he wrote some songs I blew him up the same I'm never ducking dames Y'all know just where to find me I would've killed her but it just wouldn't be fair to mommie I'magine me doing time, Foxy behind bars Not me the crime star Y'all bitches ain't worth it Although my life ain't perfect, I'll never change a thing Y'all want success but y'all don't know about the pain it bring It's supposed to make you happy and keep your paper long This beat is kind of ill How could you hate this song? Yo they say I'm 730, say I spaz out FB is ill, she'll wild out But can y'all feel my pain? I can't let it slide How could I smile when I'm hurtin' so bad inside? They say I'm 730, say I spaz out FB is ill, she'll wild out But can y'all feel my pain? I can't let it slide How could I smile when I'm hurtin' so bad inside? Man some hoes is always yackin' Like I can't make it happen Like they don't know my cash Like they don't know my past Especially pop star bitches with the soft image So what I ain't with him BITCH! He's off limits Be where I always be See who I choose to see Although we're not together, his heart belong to me See at times I think y'all bitches be confusing me Like I'm somethin' sweet, shorty I'm still street You're not on my level, and I won't stoop And I'm the one that got you, kicked out your own group Chicks be always thinkin' that I'mma let it ride I might not kill you but I'll hurt you till your dead inside Third album and you still wanna test Brown I'm so hood bitches know how boogie get down It could be real drama It's still the Ill Na Na There ain't a bitch wilda Any beef? Holla! They say I'm 730, say I spaz out FB is ill, she'll wild out But can y'all feel my pain? I can't let it slide How could I smile when I'm hurtin' so bad inside? They say I'm 730, say I spaz out FB is ill, she'll wild out But can y'all feel my pain? I can't let it slide How could I smile when I'm hurtin' so bad inside? more free lyrics |
13. _ Broken Silence Intro
[News Reporters Speaking] "Rapper Foxy Brown was arrested today in Raleigh, North Carolina on misdemeaner charges for an alledged altercation with a hotel employee. She was arrested and released on a thousand dollar bond but if found guilty of the charge, she could face up to sixty days in prison." "Gun fire erupted today outside a Greenwich Village radio station. The gunplay allegedly stems from an ungoing feud... both artists claim no involvement in the incident. No arrests have yet been made in connection with the shooting." "In other news, rap artist Foxy Brown was hospitalized yesterday after an apparent overdose on a common prescription drug. While the overdose was allegedly an atempt at her own life, no one from the hospital nor Foxy's family were available for comment. Stay tuned for more news" "Inga Marchand, also known as rapper Foxy Brown, was taken to a local hospital today, when the Range Rover she was driving spun out of control at a Brooklyn sidestreet. Although she was not seriously injured, Marchand was later arrested for driving with a suspended liscense. This is just another in a long list of offences that have plagued this Brooklyn rap star." [Foxy Brown] Yeah, you know its been a long time since y'all heard my voice Maybe what, 2, 3, years or somethin Up and down been high and low Even been at the point of no return, no hope Just wanna let my fans know that I'm still here Y'all holla back The sound was broken, too many years being political Its kinda hard to do when everything your seeing is critical Is all my fault what they said in the news But its funny how the public seems to get it confused They act like they aint got nothin better to do All they want is a statement, the hattin is blatin But we never paid attention to those who hate us Til my face was on the cover of all the local papers But still un-phased, I kept my cool Plottin, carefully, every step I choose And my, Cool-whit poin, and my write finery Everybody wanna know my side of the story Well here it is, the whole truth, plain and simple This'll finally explain all the pain I've been through And in no way shape or form of my provoken violence Please try to understand my "Broken Silence" more free lyrics |
14. _ Oh Yeah
I'm the most critically acclaimed, rap bitch in the game Coast to coast, stash the gat in holster girl Dark skinned, Christian Dior poster girl Mo' rockin Timbs bitch and the Gucci loafers girl Niggaz say I'm too pretty to spit rhymes this gritty Fuck y'all thought? Be dancin around in suits like I'm {Diddy} Pretty, show niggaz how we run this city Respect my name, Boogie nigga, stay in ya lane Like The Hurricane, rains on bitches like Sugar Shane And dare one of y'all rappin chicks to mention Fox name "What's Beef?" Beef is when bitches think it's sweet See y'all frontin in the streets and let my gat meet ya Oh yea, We coming for you Oh yea, We coming for you Oh yea, We coming for you Oh yea, We coming for you Oh yea, We coming for you Oh yea, We coming for you Check, uhh It's like I'm in my own fuckin world, I speak how I feel Sometimes I feel like I'm just too fuckin real I love to stack riches, no disrespect y'all I respect the rap game, but I don't fuck with rap bitches I'm speakin from my heart It's not that I'm too good, I'm just hood Been like this from the fuckin start Since I bust my gun in ninety-six Y'all never see me flick up with them fake-ass chicks Bitches smile up in your face, turn around and pop shit You a industry bitch, I'm a in the streets bitch I might breeze through Prada, Chloe or Tiffs But, other than that it's just me and my six Oh yea, We coming for you Oh yea, We coming for you Oh yea, We coming for you Oh yea, We coming for you Oh yea, We coming for you Oh yea, We coming for you I dream filthy My moms and pops mixed it with the Trini' rum and whiskey Uhh, proper set off Six sped off, gats let off, I speak calm Gangsta, and pours off like Screechie Don, bwoy Who y'all know rock Prada like Fox Pop bottles in the back of the cellar with Donatella Cartier wrist wear, Pasha Kay face Got niggaz stand in line just to get a sneak taste Act like y'all don't know I keeps gat beneath waist And like a hundred thou' each crib in each safe When Fox come through she have a gun in the place I'm like Marion Jones, what, who the FLUCK wan' race? Listen, never trippin, never catch Brown slippin Fuck, y'all only nice around mics like Pippen Shit, to all my thugs that's Blood'n or Crip'n I'm still shittin, still lowridin and switch-hittin nigga Oh yea, We coming for you Oh yea, We coming for you Oh yea, We coming for you Oh yea, We coming for you Oh yea, We coming for you Oh yea, We coming for you more free lyrics |
15. _ Hood Scriptures
[Foxy Brown] HEY, you're 'bout to hear the most incredible shit ever written Hard spittin', cigar splittin' PRAY, to your god and to them words in the Biblical scriptures Critical bitch must, flow to the shit that just fit her RODE, with the best auto that money can buy me The best damn mami, Def Jam signed me HOES, you know they'll never compare to my status Nothin' matters, I'm the fuckin' baddest see FAME, is worth it if you got money to match it I'm hotter than acid and don't even practice GAME, guess I got it at birth from my momma Ill Na Na, real drama, see I BALL, til' I can't or I'm covered by maggots I straight spaz it and let y'all have it BLOAW! Hey...I'm speakin' to the hood! [Foxy Brown] SPLURGE,when I'm gettin' my money it's nothin' Always bussin', flows is disgustin' WOAH, I'm constantly multiplying my digits Fox the richest, please no pictures ONES, that I be countin' be keepin' me smilin' We out wildin', shout to the island! DUN, I keep it gangsta for all of my soldiers It's so over, keep y'all composure STYLE, when we want and we love when they hate us Don't debate us, flow's not contagious FOUL, we can be if y'all niggas provoke us Buenos noches, do not approach us FLOSS, til the law say I can't or I'm finished Pour the Guiness, I'm a straight menace! BLOAW! Hey...I'm speakin' to the hood! [Foxy Brown] KNOW, what I built I ain't tryin' to mess up Barbie dressed up, you're just my successor WHOA, I hear your company's holdin' that budget I always thug it hood for the public BENZ, my CREAM material's iller than average Lots of baggage, shopping savage and my FANS, say that my album is close to a classic They don't, gas it, y'all gots to have it SHOES, got to be Christian or Gucci or Prada Who could stop her, ain't a bitch, hotter LOSE, you always will when you go against Foxy Wrist, rocky, y'all bitches watch me RISE,til they kill me I'm ballin' and spending Laws I'm bendin' til my life is endin', now! BLOAW! Hey...I'm speakin' to the hood! more free lyrics |
16. _ Tables Will Turn
[Intro: Foxy Brown (Baby Cham)] Ugh, Ehh, Uh! (What, WHAT!) (What's bumpin', Baby Cham, Fox Brown) Uh! Fox Brown, Baby Cham Ugh, Kingston, Brooklyn, WHAT! Dave Kelly, Can't stop this, We did it again What?! What?! Uh! HY-YAH! [Foxy Brown] How many times I gotta let yall bitches know I'm, Why, so many bitches wanna take my flow I'm, Too hot, Too dope, Flow like that pink Cris and Momosa Who the fuck dope-ah? (Ehh!) Niggas wanna run up in my spots and, Every nigga wanna pull off on my frock and, Me and Cham do that Yard-Hip Hop and, Y'all can't fuck with us, We keep niggas boppin' (Let 'em know now) [Baby Cham] Tell 'em ah who bwoy we are dey friend Love to sit in Charlie's in the Benz's or BM's Our life, Ya livin' right Get them benjamins, aight? Let them know I'm only in it for them (Holla at us now) I let dem' know already and I'm tellin' dem' again We on another level, Fox Brown ah set the trend (We on another level) Head's boppin' and, Collars poppin' and, Prada rockin' to the end (Can ya feel me?) Breaker, Breaker Party under take-ah, Niggas wan' be dyyyy-in', And I am no fake-ah Send 'dem niggas cryyyy-in' back to Jamaica Muddafuckas tryyyy-in' to be a shake-ah Ya didn't know they shouldn't mess wit' people from Jamaica Baby Cham and Foxy Brown, now we take the cake-ah Drop a bomb on them, Now it's like a earthquake-ah See, that Fox is movin' like a snake-ah (You heard me?) [Chorus] Ah whatta day when the tables will turn whatta day when the tables will turn, Ah whatta day when the tables will turn whatta day when the tables will turn, (Wey eh) whatta day when the tables will turn whatta day when the tables will turn, (Yo) whatta day when the tables will turn whatta, day when the tables will turn, [Foxy Brown] Throw ya hands up, Whyle the fuck out Raw little peachy, Bust the screechy (Eh!) Sippi tah, Uh, Sippi tah, Uh, Sippi tah, Uh, Sippi tah, HY-YAH! Grab a cup ah stouse and, Show 'em watch yall 'bout Yall can't deny us, We dare yall to try us The best to ever do it, So throw ya hands to it And hit the dancefloor, What the fuck yall came for? Hot shit, Ill Na Na, MadHouse, Lock this shit down Nigga what, We don't get a fluck Big pussy like Sopranos, Young Fox ride big cock my nigga Ah pum-pum lick man dat, Ehh [repeat hook then Baby Chams verse until fade] more free lyrics |
17. _ Run Yo Shit
[Noreaga] Eww! What the fuck is this? (What is that?) This is outrageous That's some Mario Brothers shit I come to the studio drunk already That's how I does it That's how I does it nigga (It's nothing!) We got your back Fox Fuck these bullshit niggas These bullshit bitches (They GI Joe figgas) They don't really want beef, STRAIGHT UP Ugh Fox Brown shit, CNN shit That Brooklyn shit, that Queens shit Def Jam shit, mother fuckers Run yo shit niggas (CNN motherfucker!) Izl nizl shizl Run yo shit bitches Izl my nizl Run yo shit niggas Izl nizl shizl Run yo shit bitches Izl my nizl [Noreaga] Yo, yo, yo who the most grimey gangsta nigga in rap And got chicks like "Damn Nore got all that?" It's Star Tec yo, the unholy Your hockey fights with the goalie N-O, its rap's new Masitoly Yo I keep static and my guns is spasmatic I push niggas, watch me just mush these faggots If I keep it gangsta, it's gon' make us all ritch And I stay fucking with Fox cause that's that bitch Old fashion, mob style, flash no loot And I don't even get dressed for a video shoot But I be hoppin' out of Benzes with slippers on Two bitches, gettin' my Jack Tripper on Yo Jose, gunplay ari clay Capone bought a house like an hour away A yo I done my shit, I son yo shit Don't let me pull a gun and just run yo shit Run yo shit niggas (CNN motherfucker!) Izl nizl shizl Run yo shit bitches (Yeah Brown beotch!) Izl my nizl Run yo shit niggas Izl nizl shizl Run yo shit bitches (Who the fluck want it with us?) Izl my nizl [Foxy Brown] For that money or that light grey My niggas PA with AK from Queens to BK nigga From the Stuy to the pub in the Bridge Who the fluck want what? Put one in their rib I'm solo, niggas take Fox for joke Like I won't spaz out and bring it to folks We want that straight raw, ante up my nigga Snatch ya yae, steal your base like Derek Jeter I don't need to rob niggas I pay niggas that rob niggas to rob niggas Tell me what y'all need Sell it back half price, nigga holla at Fox Young broad go around in them custom drops And it's nothing to grab the nines and spit at ya Bare broke, to roll your stones like Mick Jagger Hot chrome properly to your dome If the beef Run yo shit niggas Izl nizl shizl (Uh) Run yo shit bitches Izl my nizl Run yo shit niggas Izl nizl shizl Run yo shit bitches (Yo Fox what up?) Izl my nizl [Capone] Yo niggas claim they high rollers, cheddar chasin' my federation Dedication to the street, crazy court casing Three strike loser, life facing Chyna white lacing, Marx Man, Bumpy Johnson Capone Of Arc, a loan shark Tinted Z3's, you either in it for the love A thug for the cheese My crew maxin', June Jacksons, free of taxes Baby cream pediatrics Flyest nigga bitches give it up to the highest bidder Holdin' brigets, the mo' ice the mo' sex I'm Meyer Lansky of the projects, Fox is Charlotte O'Neil Nore's hoes they Star Tek Creep when my squad rest, more or less I'll have your family dressed Niggas eulogizing part of your vest I run with gunners and smokers I'm a bad influence to bitches with kids Have 'em in the hood, gun in their stroller Run yo shit niggas Izl nizl shizl Run yo shit bitches Izl my nizl Run yo shit niggas Izl nizl shizl Run yo shit bitches Izl my nizl Izl nizl shizl (We got your back Fox!) Izl my nizl more free lyrics |
18. _ Bout My Paper
[Mystikal] If it ain't about my paper (paper) The bitch don't call me (Bitch don't call me) Cause I'm about my motherfucking business (my business) So you can kill that talking (kill that talking) If you ain't got no motherfucking confrontation Then keep on walking (Watch out there now) Cause I'm about to show you what you paid for when you came here Put your hands up, let's get this motherfucker started [Foxy] Who could talk about that money better than me? Who could stay so hood femininely? Who stay on 5th Ave spending them g's? Who's just as controversial as Eminem be? F-O-X-Y, East Coast, West Side Who the fuck really want come test I Don't start no shit tonight You know them gangsta Brooklyn niggas is quick to fight But we 'bout our dough - you know how that go You know Brown come through with the hot ass flow And go straight at them, quickly go platinum Still cocky, wrist still rocky Real chunky niggas still want me Still touring and shopping in every country Fox, Pooh and Pretty run this city [Mystikal] If it ain't about my paper (paper) The bitch don't call me (Bitch don't call me) Cause I'm about my motherfucking business (my business) So you can kill that talking (kill that talking) If you ain't got no motherfucking confrontation Then keep on walking (Watch out there now) Cause I'm about to show you what you paid for when you came here Put your hands up, let's get this motherfucker started [Mystikal] I came here to take my dick out, LOOK OUT If you ain't 'bout that sucking, fucking, smoking or drinking The hooker GET OUT I ain't come here for no foolishness I'm cute as Lil Bow Wow but throw bows like Ludacris Let me through here, let me bust something Let me do this shit The original booth, ain't no fucking duplicate Passportin' when a pen on the pad You gotta fuck me right now bitch, I'm the man Dropping 12th Ward B's on 'em Bitch I'm loaded so don't ask me about no motherfucking weed aroma Yeah I'm Grammy nominated When the 'Lou says James Brown ain't been this animated Bitch I thought I TOLD YOU I'm the rappin' Ray Lewis, nigga I'll fold you That's how these niggas get they shit knocked down From fucking with Mystikal and the chick Fox Brown [Mystikal] If it ain't about my paper (paper) The bitch don't call me (Bitch don't call me) Cause I'm about my motherfucking business (my business) So you can kill that talking (kill that talking) If you ain't got no motherfucking confrontation Then keep on walking (Watch out there now) Cause I'm about to show you what you paid for when you came here Put your hands up, let's get this motherfucker started [Mystikal] Foxy thing, watch yourself Show me what you're working with Foxy thing [Foxy Brown] Without that cash, what the fuck I'm gaining Stop your complaining When rappers fade, Fox is remaining If you shoot just watch where you're aiming This is real, it's not entertainment The same way I ball I could quickly fall But nah, I'm still here, till I retire With them chrome things filling my tires To my niggas in the slammer, with y'all stiff hammer Ain't nothing change, titties still bananas Still slim, still the prettiest rap broad No bra, nipples still hard Yeah La Pearla strings and Belvedere How the fuck that little bitch do that there? [Mystikal] If it ain't about my paper (paper) The bitch don't call me (Bitch don't call me) Cause I'm about my motherfucking business (my business) So you can kill that talking (kill that talking) If you ain't got no motherfucking confrontation Then keep on walking (Watch out there now) Cause I'm about to show you what you paid for when you came here Put your hands up, let's get this motherfucker started more free lyrics |
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