[Intro: AZ (Foxy Brown)]
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Brooklyn (Ugh)
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(That's right) Quiet Money for life
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(Brooklyn shit) Black Sopranos
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Yall know what this is
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[AZ]
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Niggas wanna, sound like me
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Get down like me
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Wanna eat, fuckin' drink, lounge around like me
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Who dick bigga? Who stay bent? Who piss liquor?
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Who whip sicka? Yall some bitch niggas!
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See I'm still loaded, Still getting that dough
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Who jeeps deep wit drops? Still gettin' at hoes
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Mama bear told me stop slackin', shapin' the mold
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Make these rap niggas get on they toes (Ugh)
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Now I'm more vane, See, I'm more insane
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More and more, everyday the streets calling my name
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I'ma spaz like, who want what? I'm that nice
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With cash like, sheeit, I aint gotta flash twice
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So ball with me, Be grateful the lord sent me
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Absorb in me, Let off the semi 'til its all empty
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Tall or skinny, Small, hardcore, or friendly
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Feast yo' eyes on what the world envy
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[Hook: Foxy Brown (AZ)]
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What yall niggas want nigga?
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Ugh, Fuck yall niggas want?
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You heard? (Uh-huh, ugh, whoa)
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(What yall niggas want nigga?)
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(See, This is Brooklyn, this Brooklyn shit)
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[Foxy Brown (AZ)]
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Since Sugar Hill, Shit got reala
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Got more illa, more of not givin' a fuck
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More guerilla
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More paper chasin' only means more scrilla
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So, Cross me now and believe I'll kill ya
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More kidnappin' niggas, They snatch ya, come kill ya
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Tape and handcuff up, and cap peel ya
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Its that reala
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Hit ya, back split ya
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Keep that mac wit ya, or get left with the cracks wit' ya
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It's Sos' nigga, Live in the flesh, Up close nigga
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Hope you bought that toast wit' ya (Uh-huh)
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'Cause i'ma move like, so smooth like, whos hype?
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I'm all Brooklyn, and my crews tight
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Benz (ugh) Jags (ugh) Range (whoa) Vogues (uh huh)
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Henny (ugh) Cris (whoa) Remy (uh-huh) Mo (what!)
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Niggas (ugh) Gotta (ugh) Feel this (yea, yea niggas) Flow
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(Ugh, Brooklyn) YOU KNOW!
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What yall know about 60 diamonds in one chain
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4 coupes, 2 cadillacs, and 1 range
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100 mothafuckas all under, one name
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And we aint come to shower, we came to reign!
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[Foxy Brown]
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And it's the Fox to the
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5 niggas got them glocks to ya
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We on ya block, like how not could ya?
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It's the dough and the 6-series, windows tinted
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Flow like whoa! Bitch, mind yo' business
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This is big pimpin', broads stiffen when the teams mentioned
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We comin' through wit' the bling drenchin'
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So test who? Ya whole crew'll get two through they vest too
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So fuck you, Diddy don't dickride now, that slut too
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Yall mothafuckas know how Fox and Sos' do (uh-huh)
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It's so true, It's nothin' to post a toast to
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Brook'Nam, Shook ones, Get aired like sitcoms
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Blowin' the X-5, wit' the 20 inches shoes on, NIGGA! (ugh)
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[AZ & Foxy Brown]
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Benz (ugh)
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Jags (ugh)
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Range (whoa)
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Vogues (uh huh)
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Henny (ugh)
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Cris (whoa)
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Remy (uh-huh)
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Mo (what!)
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Niggas (ugh)
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Gotta (ugh)
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Feel this glow (yea, yea niggas)
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(Ugh, Brooklyn)
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YOU KNOW!
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What yall know about 60 diamonds in one chain
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4 coupes, 2 cadillacs, and 1 range
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100 mothafuckas all under, one name
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And we ain't come to shower, we came to reign! (UGH!)
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[Repeat hook w/ ad libs until fade]
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What Y'all Niggas Want?
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AZ |