(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) [Foxy Brown (AZ)] 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 smooth like, whos hype? I'm all Brooklyn, and my crews tight Benz (ugh) Jags (ugh) Range (whoa) Vogues (uh huh) Henny (ugh) Cris (whoa) Remy (uh-huh) Mo (what!) Niggas (ugh) Gotta (ugh) Feel this (yea, yea niggas) Flow (Ugh, Brooklyn) YOU KNOW! What yall know about 60 diamonds in one chain 4 coupes, 2 cadillacs, and 1 range 100 mothafuckas all under, one name And we aint come to shower, we came to reign! [Foxy Brown] And it's the Fox to the 5 niggas got them glocks to ya We on ya block, like how not could ya? It's the dough and the 6-series, windows tinted Flow like whoa! Bitch, mind yo' business This is big pimpin', broads stiffen when the teams mentioned We comin' through wit' the bling drenchin' So test who? Ya whole crew'll get two through they vest too So fuck you, Diddy don't dickride now, that slut too Yall mothafuckas know how Fox and Sos' do (uh-huh) It's so true, It's nothin' to post a toast to Brook'Nam, Shook ones, Get aired like sitcoms Blowin' the X-5, wit' the 20 inches shoes on, NIGGA! (ugh) [AZ & Foxy Brown] Benz (ugh) Jags (ugh) Range (whoa) Vogues (uh huh) Henny (ugh) Cris (whoa) Remy (uh-huh) Mo (what!) Niggas (ugh) Gotta (ugh) Feel this glow (yea, yea niggas) (Ugh, Brooklyn) YOU KNOW! What yall know about 60 diamonds in one chain 4 coupes, 2 cadillacs, and 1 range 100 mothafuckas all under, one name And we aint come to shower, we came to reign! (UGH!) [Repeat hook w/ adlibs until fade]
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