Fox Boogie Brown is bad as hell
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Battle anybody I don't care if you tell
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I excel, they all fell
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Suited in Chanel, Fox Brown will rock the bells
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C'mon, uhh, rock bells, ill
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The Firm, c'mon, ride along baby
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Whattup Da Da, yo!
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Me and my Firm benos, rhyme to the death
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The mahogany Mami, and shine like Pledge
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Wouldn't suggest you try me, verses like Guillani
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What? I hurt it on purpose like Bonnie
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From the bottom to the T-O, P we flow
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C.O.D., Cash On Delivery
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Foxy ery-body watch me now
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Got these rap cats mad can't stop me now
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See the slanted eyes rise when I knock thee down
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I got one question for y'all, haha, Papi how?
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We don't playa hate we regulate in this camp
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Y'all do whatcha can, we do what y'all can't
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Amazing like Luther once the beat's looped up
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Rock the bi-dells and tore your whole group up
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It's Ill like Na Na when it feel like drama
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boy, me and the click roll tight like ganja
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See me Primadonna, breakin the nails
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Here come the game of game, to get the cake and we bail
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Know you tryin to get the picture but the frame is frail
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We gettin richer, you wish you ran game this well
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Rock the bells, uhh
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Some players like it, and some of them don't
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Cause I make a lot of cash and they girlfriends won't
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Fox brawl swing in Hell gonna rock the bells
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All you other MC's can't do this well, rock the bells
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Rock the bells, uhh
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From the, true borough, the B-K too thorough
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Down in D.C., Touch Me Tease Me baby
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C'mon, you know the tracks I get dumb on
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Can't front on me, playa haters the Sun on
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I regulate, Dan-non, down to Ra-mon
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I swung on hits y'all couldn't get run on
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Brown baby uhh, I been chromed out
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This ain't nuttin new parked Benz on out
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And I flows like, CK One
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Somethin in they hoes like, she fakes none, aight
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I'm the quintessential, mistress of the instrumental
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Y'all could Wait to Exhale, I'ma vent a little
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Set It Off like Jada, robbin the bank
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I got this money thing covered, from the dollar to the franc
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The pounds to the pence, it's like hustlin backwards
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Nuttin y'all said made a ounce of sense
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My moves be calculated, documented
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No matter what you sell, I got you in a minute
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Take a lot at your charts, watch me climb
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Turn it upside down, six digits to nine
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Inside out got reversable rhymes
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We could go pop widdit or run the block widdit
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Never before done til The Firm did it
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If it ain't for the paper then nah we not with it
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Got to stay driven so we can stay drivin
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Boom to my whole crew, gotta pull a diamond
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See me lookin hot in the crop Tercel
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Gettin richer, you wish you ran game this well
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Rock the bells
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Uhh, is it raw
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Uhh, uh-huh, to the core, uhh
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I'ma give it to ya raw, give your more, uhh
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Uh-huh, like that, yeah, c'mon, rock the bells
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Rock the bells
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Rock the bells
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Rock the bells
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Foxy's Bells
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Foxy Brown |