Intro: Method Man



One time...

Huhh, all up in ya like a bone when I...

Johnny Blaze, the Iron Lung

Foxy Brown, the Ill Na Na (yeah, c'mon, yeah, c'mon)

Destination... (c'mon, c'mon) plat'



Verse One: Foxy Brown



Yo Na Na so Ill, first week out

Shipped a half a mil, niggaz freaked out

She's all about sex, pard-on, check your facts

and the track record, I'm all about plaques

Shakin my ass half naked, lovin this life

Waitin for Kim album to drop, knowin it's tight

Standin center stage, closin the show holdin a gat

Since you opened up, I know you're hopin it's wack

Niggaz, screamin my name on record straight whylin

Maybe I'll answer back when you reach a hundred thousand

This is ladies night, and the Mercedes's tight

When I'm coming home? Maybe tonight

Leave my food by the microwave, kiss the baby goodnight

It's my time to shine it's playtime tonight

I'ma try to stand my ground, know when I fall

I left your ass Home Alone, hopin I call



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Who's got the illest pussy on the planet?

Sugar walls comin down niggaz can't stand it, the Ill Na Na

True Absolut Vodka, straight shots

for the has-beens and have-nots, dolla dolla

Real and it don't stop, we movin up

First the mansion then the yacht, sound proper

Straight cash get got, bloodhounds

tryin to hunt down the Brown Fox, the Ill Na Na



Verse Two: Foxy Brown



No more sexin me all night, thinkin it's alright

While I'm lookin over your shoulder, watchin the hall light

You hate when it's a ball right? Ladies this ain't handball

Nigga hit these walls right before I call Mike

In the morning when it's all bright, eggs over easy

Hope you have my shit tight when I open my eyes

While I'm eatin gettin dressed up, this ain't yo' pad

I left some money on the dresser, find you a cab

No more, sharin I pain, sharin I made

It's time to outslick niggaz, ladies sharin our game

Put it in high gear, flip the eye wear

Nas Ruled the World but now it's my year

And from, here on I solemnly swear

To hold my own like Pee Wee in a movie theater (uh-huh)

Yeah I don't need a man's wealth (yeah)

But I can do bad (bad) by my damn self (self)

And uhh...



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[Method]

Uhh... vodka...

Not... not...

Dolla dolla... stop stop...

C'mon c'mon... yah, it's the Ill Na Na



Verse Three: Foxy Brown



No more Waitin To Exhale, we takin deep breaths

Ladies take this over, I be Fox so peep this

Love thyself with no one above thee

Cause ain't nobody gon' love me like me

If he, don't Do The Right Thing like Spike Lee

Bye bye wifey make him lose his Nike's (uh uh, yeah)

Hit the road

Mami told me in order to, find a Prince

you gotta kiss some toads



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