Ill Nana Foxy Brown

Up in you like a bone (echo) Johnny Blaze the Iron Lung Foxy Brown The Ill Na Na Yeah, yeah destination, come on, plaque.

Chyna Whyte Foxy Brown

and shit Matter fact Mel, used to fuck a girl Trish gal Unique hit little E and bomb bags heroin Now they assed out, in the hood massed out Gave a rex and Tim's fucked up with they gats out Wit no love Ill

When The Lights Go Out (Feat. Kira) Foxy Brown

[INTRO:] Ill nana Yeah, whoa whoa Black king, whoa B.k, whoa whoa 1, 2, 3, 4 I'm good, buckle up Cause you know we about to go Take a trip to a place Somewhere like outer space

If I... Foxy Brown

ya'll, need you on my team, but you aint gon' stop my dream, or block my cream, i likes things better when you called me -ings, a year before Rap City, way before Screen Scene, before they knew who Foxy

730 Foxy Brown

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?

Fallin' Foxy Brown

[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

Ill Na Na (Feat. Method Man) Foxy Brown

Up in you like a bone (echo) Johnny Blaze the Iron Lung Foxy Brown The Ill Na Na Yeah, yeah destination, come on, plaque.

The Chase Foxy Brown

hate... envy... jealousy Connivin niggaz Nigga nature uh yeah Jumped out the ride floss high black tie Cocoa to lye three guys slanted eyes I shoulda tried sweet thugs stay dove Up in the Land crash bar ill

Fox Boogie (Feat. Kid Capri) Foxy Brown

We up in here chillin this is the Kiiiiiid Capri And I'm in the house with Foxy Brown For the nine pound plus one And we got things goin on in a big way in here YouknowhatI'msayin?

Foxy's Bells Foxy Brown

Fox Boogie Brown is bad as hell Battle anybody I don't care if you tell I excel they all fell Suited in Chanel Fox Brown will rock the bells C'mon uhh rock bells ill The Firm c'mon ride along baby Whattup

So Hot Foxy Brown

[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 -

The Promise (Feat. Havoc) Foxy Brown

[Foxy] Uhh uh huh Firm [Havoc] Infamous [Foxy] The Brook lyn Q B *chorus* [Foxy] My mind is the drama that got me lookin back [both] constant [Foxy] Some Don shit Foxy get ready to [both] bomb shit [Foxy

Hood Scriptures Foxy Brown

[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

No One`s Foxy Brown

Seperate the classiest from the nastiest bugs on some ninety six ill shit Niggaz used to rock Swatches and style 'member?

Oh Yeah Foxy Brown

coast, stash the gat in holster girl Dark skin, Christian Dior poster girl Mo' rockin' timbs chicks and the Gucci loafers girl When they say I'm too pretty to spit rhymes this gritty What you thought Ill

No One's Foxy Brown

Seperate the classiest from the nastiest bugs on some ninety six ill shit Niggaz used to rock Swatches and style 'member?

I`ll Be Foxy Brown

That's right papa that's right How we do yeah Ill Na Na Uh huh uh come on...

I`ll Be (Feat. Jay-Z) Foxy Brown

[Jay-Z] That's right, papa, that's right How we do, yeah, Ill Na Na Uh huh, uh, come on...

Tables Wil Turn Foxy Brown

[-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!

I'll Be Foxy Brown

[Jay-Z] That's right, papa, that's right How we do, yeah, Ill Na Na Uh huh, uh, come on...

I'll Be (Feat. JAY-Z) Foxy Brown

That's right papa that's right How we do yeah Ill Na Na Uh huh uh come on...

My Life (Cradle 2 The Grave) (Album Version (Explicit)) Foxy Brown

critics, they expect me to fail Work hard for my fans, they expect me to sell They suspect I''m livin'' well But they don''t know the pain I feel Five minutes away from gettin'' killed, it''s ill

The Letter Foxy Brown

[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

Big Bad Mama (Radio Edit) Dru Hill

Fox] Ahh, Trackmasters My boo [Dru] Dru Hill, Foxy [Fox] Right [Dru] Ill na na na, Na Na [Fox] Na Na, uhh, that's the shit Verse One: Foxy Brown Playa haters ery minute wanna stop my dough (uh-huh

Interlude ... The Set Up Foxy Brown

[Foxy] Yeah two for Brown [waiter] Right this way [man] Reservations? [Foxy] Ahahahah *piano keys crowd background* [Foxy] Baby [man] Yo whattup? [Foxy] We need to talk [man] Talk about what?

Big Banana Havana Brown

R3hab & Prophet) Havana Brown Let's go Thicker than a Magnum ace of spades Strong light we can play charades My pants keepin' these Bananas clips shoot for days Let's go (Gi-gi-gi-give me) Let's

Na Na Na Be Like Foxy Brown

Uh-huh A and Loc (99 Def Jam) Tell me what y'all want, whoa Ugh, anybody want it? Come see me, what? Neno, I said it, Fame I flows sicker like Tote quicker like Na Na pop [shit] like spit hotness...

I Can`t Foxy Brown

[Intro] Uh, y'know, uh, Boogie Brown, uh How you expect me to love you, nigga Can't even trust you, uh So he played you, right? Shot a little game then he blazed you, right?

Get Me Home Foxy Brown

Intro/Chorus: BlackStreet Ooh, baby. I gotta get you home with me tonight. Ooh, baby. I gotta get you home with me tonight. Verse One: Hold up Let's take it from the top I fox When I gets my swe...

Tramp Foxy Brown

(Tramp) Whatchu call me? (Tramp) Whatchu call me? (Tramp) Whatchu call me? (Tramp) Whatchu call me? Home girls, attention you must pay So listen close to what I say Don't take this as no simple rh...

Job Foxy Brown

[Intro] Ughh, gimme some Ughh, yeah, yeah, yeah, heh Ughh, get sticky wit it Ughh, get your name back Not that, ughh [Foxy] Nigga wanna lay up on my couch, watchin' cable Hands all in his pants

Saddest Day Foxy Brown

[Foxy] This one, is dedicated, to you [Wayne Wonder] Foxy Brown.. Wayne Wonder..

Run Dem Foxy Brown

[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

Bonnie & Clyde (Part 2) Foxy Brown

[J] I hang high from a tree [F] They ain't ready for us, nigga [J] Obviously [F] Sound like Bonnie and Clyde to me [Foxy] I protect you like a vest do I'm the lady with a 380 special right next

Candy Foxy Brown

[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 whisper Fox pimp hard, quiet just like a whisper Don't get it mixed up Bad little

I Don't Care Foxy Brown

the hatas that be lookin' to fade us We not concerned wit what chu put in the papers I DON'T CARE We stayin' focus while you try to provoke us We never cared that industry notice I DON'T CARE [Foxy

`Bout My Paper Foxy Brown

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

B.K Anthem Foxy Brown

[Chorus: Foxy Brown] 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?

Broken Silence Foxy Brown

[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?

Na Na Be Like Foxy Brown

[Foxy Brown] I flows sicker like, tote quicker like Na Na pop shit like spit hot shit Bitches love to gossip, catch me in my crop shit like I spit flame bitch fuck's my name?

Run Yo S*** Foxy Brown

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

Cangsta Boogie Foxy Brown

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

Letter To The Firm, (Holy Matrimony) Foxy Brown

Uhh, I mean damnMe and you forever hand in handI'm married to The Firm boo, you got ta understand (understand)I'll die for em, gimme a chair and then I'll fry for em (fry for em)And if I got ta tak...

The Birth Of Foxy Brown (Album Version (Explicit)) Foxy Brown

[Intro]Uh, y'know, uh, Boogie Brown, uh How you expect me to love you, nigga Can't even trust you, uh So he played you, right? Shot a little game then he blazed you, right?

My Life Foxy Brown

[Intro](Nigga, uh)Yeah, huh (nigga uh)Why don't ya'll take a look into my life?See what I see(Nigga uh, nigga, nigga, nigga uh)At the age of fourteen, introduce to coopsLearnin' how to seduce nigga...

Dog & A Fox (Album Version (Explicit)) (Feat. DMX) Foxy Brown

[Foxy Brown] Nigga fuck you, eat a fat boy Do' I stacked on pussy, platinum and lace Ain't no smile on my face Shit, burn up by the waist Fuck him right to the safe and tell him Crack the bitch before

Job (Explicit Version) (Feat. Mya) Foxy Brown

[Intro] Ughh, gimme some Ughh, yeah, yeah, yeah, heh Ughh, get sticky wit it Ughh, get your name back Not that, ughh [Foxy] Nigga wanna lay up on my couch, watchin' cable Hands all in his pants, feet all

I Can't (Feat. Total) Foxy Brown

[Intro] Uh, y'know, uh, Boogie Brown, uh How you expect me to love you, nigga Can't even trust you, uh So he played you, right? Shot a little game then he blazed you, right?

Bonnie & Clyde (Part 2) (Album Version (Explicit)) (Feat. JAY-Z) Foxy Brown

[J] I hang high from a tree [F] They ain't ready for us, nigga [J] Obviously [F] Sound like Bonnie and Clyde to me [Foxy] I protect you like a vest do I'm the lady with a 380 special right next to you

Ride (Down South) (Album Version (Explicit)) (Feat. Juvenile, Eightball, MJG) Foxy Brown

And where my buck niggas at Where my buck niggas at Where they at, where they at, where they at, come on [Foxy Brown] I ain't new to this Damn nice bitch that's true to this Money ain't never been a thing