Intro: Pretty Boy (Foxy Brown)
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Yo (uh huh)
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Don Pooh (yeah) '97 (uhh)
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Hah (Firm) Pretty Boy '97 (new shit)
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Fox Boogie '97 (Fox)
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Yeah (uh yeah) Funkmaster Flex (yeah)
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Yeah Brook-lyn yo
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Verse One: Pretty Boy
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20 foot celeings with that rough leather sofa
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Gucci loafers, spendin' weeks at the Stofa
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Motels makin' slow Moe's turnin' L's
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With Towana, fuckin' in the sauna
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Pretty Boy steady blowin' backs out
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And if your man front, gotta pull the gat out
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Now he laid out, cause I sprayed out
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Pussy Clyde on the played out
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Over some ass, you DOA'd out
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Ya'll can play in the low Inkeim houses
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While I got the crib and the Benz one thousand
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Verse Two: Foxy Brown
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Tight like Dee Dee, offi-cal
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Demi Sec plays, I lays and shakes the ass all day
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Lay low, in the cream cheese Bently
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And shake those, artifi-cal
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I'm Dom P, she was Fay yo
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Five carats to lay low, E-D
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Type speedy, you see me, I'm straight 3-D
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You PD, and why, you straight semi
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I'm semie, on the Medi, CK-1 and fakes none, da da
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Yo Flex, word on the street is uh, you set that mix tape shit straight
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Let me bless that, priMadonna of rap
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Black and Philipine, well up to Brooklyn
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And my muthafuckin' Firm team
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What up baby boys, it's love
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Keep it cocked, Firm chill, your rap princess got it locked
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And uh, see the, rap star, mama seita
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My 9 maticle greater, lit it up like cheeber
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It's our world, what you think
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To make it real simple, we do what ya'll can't, point blank, uhh
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Freestyle - Foxy Brown & Pretty Boy
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Funkmaster Flex |