[foxy brown]
hey, youand're and'bout to hear the most incredible shit ever written
hard spittinand', cigar splittinand'
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 theyand'll never compare to my status
nothinand' matters, iand'm the fuckinand' baddest see
fame, is worth it if you got money to match it
iand'm hotter than acid and donand't even practice
game, guess i got it at birth from my momma
ill na na, real drama, see i
ball, tiland' i canand't or iand'm covered by maggots
i straight spaz it and let yand'all have it
blaow!
[chorus 2x: ragheb alameh] + (translation)
zahran ana wahdee (my love, iand'm so lonely)
leelah warra leelah (night after night, my hand is on my cheek)
u meen gheyrak ashkeelah? (and who excepting you should i tell you so?)
{foxy brown} hey... iand'm speakin to the hood!
[foxy brown]
splurge,when iand'm gettinand' my money itand's nothinand'
always bussinand', flows is disgustinand'
woah, iand'm constantly multiplying my digits
fox the richest, please no pictures
ones, that i be countinand' be keepinand' me smilinand'
we out wildinand', shout to the island!
dun, i keep it gangsta for all of my soldiers
itand's so over, keep yand'all composure
style, when we want and we love when they hate us
donand't debate us, flowand's not contagious
foul, we can be if yand'all niggas provoke us
buenos noches, do not approach us
floss, til the law say i canand't or iand'm finished
pour the guiness, iand'm a straight menace!
blaow!
[chorus]
[foxy brown]
know, what i built i ainand't tryinand' to mess up
barbie dressed up, youand're just my successor
whoa, i hear your companyand's holdinand' that budget
i always thug it hood for the public
benz, my cream materialand's iller than average
lots of baggage, shopping savage and my
fans, say that my album is close to a classic
they donand't, gas it, yand'all gots to have it
shoes, got to be christian or gucci or prada
who could stop her, ainand't a bitch, hotter
lose, you always will when you go against foxy
wrist, rocky, yand'all bitches watch me
rise,til they kill me iand'm ballinand' and spending
laws iand'm bendinand' til my life is endinand', now!
blaow!
[chorus]
