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Foxy Brown

Inga DeCarlo Fung Marchand (born September 6, 1978), better known by her stage name Foxy Brown, is an American rapper known for her solo work as well as numerous collaborations with other artists and her brief stint as part of hip hop music group The Firm. Raised in Brooklyn, New York, her father Keith Stahler abandoned the family at a young age to pursue his career at ERAC records. Her albums include Ill Na Na in 1996, followed by Chyna Doll in 1999, and Broken Silence in 2001. She also performed on the 1997 self-titled album by the Firm, the only album to be released by that group to date. Throughout her career, Brown has held an extensive arrest record and served some time in jail. more »

Year:

1999

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Let's get it hype nigga 
Let's get it crump 
Yeah yeah yeah 

Pass me them swisher sweets let's get it crump 
If a nigga disrespect me I'mma prove my shit and dump 
Blast ryhmes like I pump turn your belly to jelly 
Veteran MC I don't think you rookies is ready 
Three hundred and fifty pounds of pressure to deal wit 
I run with suave always packin' something to kill with 
Feel this bitch, when I get rich I'mma still hustle 
Go down in history, paper taller then Bill Russel 
Kilo flows, I got 'em hid in the basement 
Choppin boys up, on some puttin' it in they face shit 
Eight Ball, F-a-t M-a-see-k, known for layin' it down 
And doin' shit the playa way 
Callabo's of the dough ain't no secret 
Space-age pimpin' means I don't do free shit 
Time waits for no one, it ain't gon' wait for me 
Yours truly, signed Eightball and MJG 

All my hard core niggas, what you want to do? 
My real thug-ass niggas, what you want to do? 
All my money making bitches if you ride with me 
I'mma pimp 'till I die and I'mma ride for free 
Now where them real bitches at 
Where them real bitches at 
Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh? 
And where my buck niggas at 
Where my buck niggas at 
Where they at, where they at, where they at, come on 

I ain't new to this 
Damn nice bitch that's true to this 
Money ain't never been a thing to me 
Always stack my dough, holla back (uh) 
Ass fat, thighs thick, titties perfect 
Inhale the cheese from here to Tel Aviv 
Y'all know it, shit I don't bluff 
And no dough? I don't f*ck 'em 
F*ck I'mma fake for? 
Make mine's, someone take yours 
Cause I'm no nigga like love be	'fore 
Make bitch scream like, gimme some more 
If a nigga broke, what'd you f*ck him for? 
Waste of time 
It's like we playette minds 
don't stop, get it get it 
Bitches, take it from a real motherfuckin' pro 
Y'all get that dough, we don't trust these niggas 
They gon' pimp if you let them 
From NY to the dirty south 
And them bitches' dime tight 
I got my mind right 
And my ice got the shine right 
And if it don't rhyme, bitches 
When them lights hit the wrist
You won't be sticking shit 
You be lickin' this 

All my hard core niggas, what you want to do? 
My real thug-ass niggas, what you want to do? 
All my money making bitches if you ride with me 
I'mma pimp 'till I die and I'mma ride for free 
Now where them real bitches at 
Where them real bitches at 
Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh? 
And where my buck niggas at 
Where my buck niggas at 
Where they at, where they at, where they at, come on 

I'm the pimp motherfucker, baby 
Ice cold, stories so high 
I built the whole village twice 
So tight fold crease right on the President's nose 
Pimp clothes, drinkin straight Henney and Buckstrum 
Touch toed, hoes take the center fold pose
Break a treat, make 'em pay to enter those 
Pros, slam those 
Game tied tight like bows, we never close 
Three-sixty-five, twenty-four 
Hand chose bithces a la mode, gettin' sold 
Bust a load, the killer ass scorin' it, gettin' blowed 
Keep it froze, took up with a tougher wild bow 
Stick of gold, somethin' from the school of the old 
Forever flows, I take it down as deep as it can go 
Burn rolls, braids tight, blazed afros 
We're pushin' hoes 
Tits get erect, lactose, pay the toll 
MJG is in control 

All my hard core niggas, what you want to do? 
My real thug-ass niggas, what you want to do? 
All my money making bitches if you ride with me 
I'mma pimp 'till I die and I'mma ride for free 
Now where them real bitches at 
Where them real bitches at 
Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh? 
And where my buck niggas at 
Where my buck niggas at 
Where they at, where they at, where they at, come on 

You dis', and you know bars where you can slow down 
Up in the morning and the code is 'bout to go down 
There's no repose now, better explode round 
Them jackets be on the lose until the dope is found 
Juvenile's my name, bitch 
I represent it to the end, the same shit 
niggas don't be wearin suits on theses blocks 
All you see is digibles and Reeboks 
I dealin' head to the bag, but lets grab two 
Willin' to bust a nigga hands if he had to 
You could feel him sayin' my nigga can use a hot boy 
Plug out, Blug eye Blug her 
Better get up off the blackboard 
Corporate at times, but your mommy a bounce boy 
Cash wasn't a million, never hit the spot boy 
You gon' cry son, who sold you the cows, huh? 
He in a cell block now 'cause you too high now 

All my hard core niggas, what you want to do? 
My real thug-ass niggas, what you want to do? 
All my money making bitches if you ride with me 
I'mma pimp 'till I die and I'mma ride for free 
Now where them real bitches at 
Where them real bitches at 
Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh? 
And where my buck niggas at 
Where my buck niggas at 
Where they at, where they at, where they at, come on 

Where the real ones at? Be-atch
Oh, you know how we feel 
About all you 'want to be' ass ghetto super stars 
Want to be like 'me ass" niggas 
Tryin' to be like Foxy Brown bitches 
I give a f*ck about your intermureal status, mothafucka 
You ain't nobody 
We been doing this, been doin' this shit 
We go way back with this baby 
Talkin' about this real shit on the mutha fuckin' microphone 
Pimps and hoes and gettin' money 
Tricks and hoes and fuckin' 
Muthafuckin' clothes and shit ridin' vogues and shit 
Think I'm riding all 20's and shit 
nigga what chu got? 
Brand new-assed nigga 
You don't know nothin' about this game 
Come on 

All my hard core niggas, what you want to do? 
My real thug-ass niggas, what you want to do? 
All my money making bitches if you ride with me 
I'mma pimp 'till I die and I'mma ride for free 
Now where them real bitches at 
Where them real bitches at 
Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh? 
And where my buck niggas at 
Where my buck niggas at 
Where they at, where they at, where they at, come on

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