Pretty Boy:



TrackMasters

A yo you see that a major, tellin my flavor

All types of paper, I'm doin you a favor

So blaze the trees, come on baby please

Yo to lay with these girls pay the fees

Cause I stay in these, coop rabie bees

Jitty to the fifty, to the ACG's

And when I'm lazy B

Let the AC breeze, explain to my dames how the gamin be

So what you trippin about, in the club I be kickin em' out

I get em home then I'm twistin them out

If I still keep it real I be friskin them out, with my dick in they mouth

Then I'm kickin them out

Cause you miss the quote, cause even if this kid was broke

On you I wouldn't trick to know

Have me high at first like I sniff some coke

But now you gotta go don't forget your coat

Uh



Chrous(Nas):

We are the firm all stars

Fuckin your bitch we don't care who you are

We don't need no introduction, our music steady bumpin

From the crib to the club to your cars

Come fuck with us



Pretty Boy:

If you know about us throw your hands in the air

From Teaxes to NewYork to Monclair

This be the knock from Flatbush to Little Rock

Even New Orleans be bout it bout it

It's hot



Foxy Brown:

Uhhhhhhhhh

I gets 7:30 for the door daddy

Ain't know thing, ya'll know about the rings huh

Here you vibe and you balls with the big cat

Anything you tryin ta bring, been there done that

See the paper stack

I'm not a hater dog

Ya'll still crusin lands, I'm navagatin dog

Brooklyn tone

Baby girl flawsed night and left and baget stones in a James Bomd crome

See this pretty face, but you wanna stick it

If it's broke nigga we can let Tido fix it

I can't stop, I won't stop



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