feat. Foxy Brown



(-Intro-) AZ [Foxy Brown]



Brooklyn [Ugh]

[That's right] Quiet Money for life

[Brooklyn shit] Black Sopranos

Yall know what this is



[AZ]

Niggas wanna, sound like me

Get down like me

Wanna eat, fuckin' drink, lounge around like me

Who dick bigga? Who stay bent? Who piss liquor?

Who whip sicka? Yall some bitch niggas!

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 niggas 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 niggas want nigga?

Ugh, Fuck yall niggas want?

[You heard?] Uh-huh, ugh, whoa

[What yall niggas want nigga?]

[See, This is Brooklyn, this Brooklyn shit]



[AZ] (Foxy Brown)

Since Sugar Hill, Shit got reala

Got more illa, more of not givin' a fuck

More guerilla

More paper chasin' only means more scrilla

So, Cross me now and believe I'll kill ya

More kidnappin' niggas, They snatch ya, come kill ya

Tape and handcuff up, and cap peel ya

Its that reala

Hit ya, back split ya

Keep that mac wit ya, or get left with the cracks wit' ya

It's Sos' nigga, Live in the flesh, Up close nigga

Hope you bought that toast wit' ya [Uh-huh]

'Cause i'ma move like, so smoo