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Memory Lane
Verse 1 [Foxy]:. Hip-hop...Brooklyn...Damn the rap game and change/ Everytime I turn around niggas spit niggas names/ 96 was when the love was real/ When Big came and took the whole Brooklyn to fame/ Straight off of St. James, lookin' all dapper don you threw a party and bullshit it was on/ B.I.G's spot would never be claimed/ 'Cause Ms. Wallace, Cease, and Roc be carryin' ya name/ And later on 96 when Hovi came and ain't no nigga was a key to his fame/ Introducin' a little Brooklyn girl by the name of Fox Brown/ About to shut this whole rap shit down/ And to the world we was Bonnie & Clyde and everything my nigga Jay said I'm ready to ride/ Then I became the sky rocket of fame and 2 million sales later bet I rode the same.
Letter To The Firm (holy Matrimony)
[Chorus]. Uh, I mean damn. Me and you forever hand in hand. I'm married to The Firm boo, you got ta understand. I'll die for em, gimme a chair and then I'll fry for em.
Lights Go Out
[INTRO: Foxy Brown]. Yeah, whoa whoa. Black hand, whoa. BK, whoa whoa. 1, 2, 3, 4. . [PRE-CHORUS: Kiara]. Here we go buckle up. Cause you know we about to go.
Letter To The Firm
[Chorus]. Uh, I mean damn. Me and you forever hand in hand. I'm married to The Firm boo, you got ta understand. I'll die for em, gimme a chair and then I'll fry for em.
It's Hard Being Wifee
Ughh. Lately why'know how that sayin' goes. "Be careful what you ask for in life. 'Cause you just might get it". Dependin' on what you ask for. What you get you might now be able to get out it.
Job
Ughh. Gimme some. Ughh. Yeah yeah yeah heh. Ughh. Get sticky wit it. Ughh. Get your name back. Not that. Ughh. . Nigga want to lay up on my couch watchin' cable.
La Familia
Verse one: foxy brown. . Ill na na cap 'em, the firm team can stop 'em. 36 moves, 37 ways triple days triple pays. Na na, fox boogie firm momma, kineiver.
Ill Na Na
One time. Huhh, all up in ya like a bone when I. Johnny Blaze, the Iron Lung. Foxy Brown, the ill na na (yeah, see'mon, yeah, see'mon). Destination (c'mon, see'mon) plat'.
Interlude... The Set Up
Welcome to the Shark Bar, do you have reservations?. Yeah, two for Brown. Right this way. Reservations?. Ah. . Baby. Yo whattup?. We need to talk. Talk about what?.
Intro - Broken Silence
[News Reporters Speaking]. "Rapper Foxy Brown was arrested today in Raleigh, North Carolina on. Misdemeaner charges for an alleged altercation with a hotel employee..
If I...
Uh, c'mon, yeah.. Brooklyn, Brooklyn, take it back, take it back.. If I... Fox boogie, ragtop, six drop,. Get caught, think not, light Brown,. 'Cause we're not to be stopped..
I'll Be
That's right, papa, that's right. How we do, yeah, I'll na na. Uh huh, uh, come on. . What up pop, brace yourself as I ride on top. Close your eyes as you ride, right out your socks.
I Gotta Know
[Foxy]:. Uh, uh, come on. Uh, uh, nana. Niggaz!. Yeah, you know about the Na Na. Everything laced up. Cartier swimwear BBS blazed up. Bare shit, let me undress.
I Need A Man
(I just need a). Yo 7, this is Fever man, yes, indeed. This is another Ill Na Na production. Ill Na Na, Def Jam, baby, all the way, yes. . From the streets of BK.
I Can't
[Intro]. Uh, why'know, uh, Boogie Brown, uh. How you expect me to love you, nigga. Can't even trust you, uh. . So he played you, right?. Shot a little game then he blazed you, right?.
I Don't Care
I I I DON'T CARE. I DON'T CARE. . [Chyna White]. Yo, consider me a roll model if there's beef in the club. I'm that lil' white bitch that's gonna throw bottles.
Hot Spot
Uhh!. Guess who's back. uhh! Ayo! Crime a crime. Let's get it on. Emcees want to eat me. But it's Rammadan. Peep what's on the arm. When it's ice it's ice.
Gangsta Boogie
La La La La La. Hey!. It's the motherfucking be -are-O-W-N. Whoa. Slow your roll niggas. It's about to go down my niggas. I'm outta control still. Bubble slow and.
Hardcore
[Nas Escobar]. What?. That Firm shit, that Firm shit, what's that?. What?. That Firm shit, that Firm shit. . Everyday I'ma polli bout, who's the best hotty out?.
Hood Scriptures
Hey, you're 'bout to hear the most incredible shit ever written. Hard spittin', cigar splittin'. Pray, to your god and to them words in the biblical scriptures.
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