Verse One: Foxy Brown
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Ill Na Na cap 'em, the Firm team can stop 'em
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36 moves, 37 ways triple days triple pays
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Na Na, Fox Boogie Firm momma, kineiver
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Lady Gadiva, like Scarlet whichever O'Hara
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It's hazardous, we lays the lazarus
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Dip and probably find her behind the liner, three na na
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So what the deal, God I kill for these three for real
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You soar cause you bustin' off shit to get ya rocks off
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The therough, the crime organized mad deniro
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And six point one five desero like hero'
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Team let's roll on 'em, watch 'em turn bitch
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'Mega stole on 'em, that's how we play this
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I slay this, copped the pair of fours fucked the draws
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Really, his pretty had the nigga leary
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Mad dipped in, Nas you flipped this
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Sos with VSO's twisted, from seperate the real from the fucked up
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We switch up, I gave the stroke though
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Ill skin color coco, we loco love is love talk the tre` ocho
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Status Illmatic, whatever raw dealer for real-a
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Baby girl, yet it's La Familia
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I die in a minute for 'em, so side dipped
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The four poin six range rover the feelin' over
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From Castilano to Columbo, easy the Genevezy
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Firm stay jigged in trash and pass, I swear
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You know the lose there, straight cop threes
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Can't knock thees and drop threes, we cop cheese
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Verse Two: Nature
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Peace and diagnosis, properly supply the dosage
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Leave them stuck like parol niggaz and breathes the focus
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Nigga when I squeeze ya pleads is hopeless, we wet though
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I jet from the block, niggaz can spot me like UFO's
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Dressed the low, jumped in the Q front for who?
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No need to stress it though, smokin' my dope countin' decimals
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Recognize this, real thugs respect violence
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The 1-9-9-6, some are rather dry snitch
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Coruptfully, my whole team recieve ???? to be
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Some are spare guns, shootin' fair ones in the public streets
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Believe the worst, so it seems the whole team is cursed
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We totured, drain the whole heat and squeeze first
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Never ending tales, when niggaz fall but some prevail
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They fake, callin' us together like four Navy war seals
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Must I start pullin' jooks or place my trust in God
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Force to cover my face, cameras held the case can solve
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Ya faith disolves when hump against the next coming
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For now I focus on Nature, bet I win something
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Verse Three: Nas Escobar
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I die for my niggaz, stick you for pies and lie for my niggaz
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Plead guilty and get the chair and fry for my niggaz
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It's essential that we all is there like ya mental
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We've been through life, cold blood living simple
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Though we learned from old dogs that made it, peeped who they played it
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We rated and then evaluated, calculated age is weepy
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The days that we see chips freely, beyond whips and TVs
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Stock bonds, Lou flipped the CDs
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Niggaz hate to see you on top, they'd rather be you what not
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I keep the dessert evil poncot, spot the Vickidees guy quick
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While poppin' shit that leave ya shot quicker than a hop skip
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Specialize in fly shit, bs on my breath while niggaz gossip
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On the tostic, I'm on some doe or die shit
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Verse Forus: Az the Vizuliza
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Check my lingo and all the white ice that make my rings glow
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I've seen doe, got a dime wife who Sandimingo
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Face it it's mathematics, basics far from fake shit
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My mind is sacred, my spins shine like a cuban braclet
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Egyptian pharoah, roll the coke that used to give me powder
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Now I enhale from ???? buckshots through my double barrel
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Beneath the town is how it's sounds travels, so what have you?
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Keep minds bests, never stopping until they grab you
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Used to bust shit down wit' test stocks and trust funds
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Cheese and CDs so my seed can so touch some, the foulness
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I once provoked is now behind me, it gonna take more than sellin' coke
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To now to bind me, you had me thinkin' I got to push leek
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To keep from sinking, that can out way life
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That keep live niggaz from linkin', I saw it coming
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That's why slowed down from from dumbin', most of my crew was runnin'
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Can't even afford a summons
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La Familia
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| Foxy Brown |
