Tramp!. What you call me?! Tramp!. What you call me?! Tramp!. What you call me?! Tramp!. What you call me?!. . Homegirls attention you must pay. So listen close to what I say.
Uh yeah uh, The Firm. Lust, hate, envy, jealousy. Connivin niggaz. Nigga nature, uh, yeah. . Jumped out the ride, floss high, black tie. Cocoa to lye, three guys, slanted eyes.
Shimmering memories.. up in the studio gettin' low. Listening it's the realest shit I've ever wrote. This is a letter. From Inga. To my mother, and my brothers, and my baby.
Me da orignial ras cluda. Jean Paul Claude!. (Aiy, aiy, aiy, aiy). Jusy give me some room!. (Stinkin gwal!). Make ya momma sing!. . My guns, my funds keep both in eyes range.
(-Intro-). Fever Baby. OK, alright. Brooklyn,. Uh-Oh Uh-Oh. Yeah Uh Huh. . Bitches throw ya drinks up, Style when we be comin' in. Niggas throw ya guns up, Whyle when we be runnin in.
[Pretty Boy]. Yo, tell Foxy to hold all that down. Aight, hold on. . [Foxy]. Uhh, that's cool. First bitch, what. . [Foxy Brown]. There ya'll bitches go, straight yappin' again.
Lord have mercy, I'm so controversy. Bet you've never seen a star cry. I gave you my life. My blood, sweat, and tears. Hip-hop's bad girl for ten fuckin' years.
Blu Cantrell Hit Em Up Style (oops!) Album: Single. Verse 1:. While he was schemin'. I was leanin' in the beamer just steamin'. Can't believe that I caught my man cheatin'.
Fox so hot. Ya can't fuck wit me. Fox so hot. Ya can't fuck wit me. Fox so hot. Ya can't fuck wit' me. Fox so hot. Ya can't fuck wit' me. . Oh, Nana F-O wit the X.
Fox so hot. Ya can't fuck wit me. Fox so hot. Ya can't fuck wit me. Fox so hot. Ya can't fuck wit' me. Fox so hot. Ya can't fuck wit' me. . Oh, Nana F-O wit the X.
What the fuck is this?. This is outrageous. That's some Mario Brothers shit. I come to the studio drunk already. That's how I does it. It's nothing. We got your back Fox.
[Foxy] This one, is dedicated, to you. . [Wayne Wonder]. Foxy Brown.. Wayne Wonder... Puttin it down.. whoa-oh-oh-oh.. c'mon. . [Chorus: Wayne Wonder].
Let's get it hype nigga. Let's get it crump. Yeah yeah yeah. . Pass me them swisher sweets let's get it crump. If a nigga disrespect me I'mma prove my shit and dump.
The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear?. The Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?. When the wicked came against me to eat up my flesh.
Let's get it hype nigga. Let's get it crump. Yeah yeah yeah. . Pass me them swisher sweets let's get it crump. If a nigga disrespect me I'mma prove my shit and dump.
Bust your guns, uh, uh, yeah. Bonnie and Clyde shit. You hear me? Smell me?. (That's right, you know?). I'mma take this one straight to the top. And he dare get in the way, we smash, scrape scrape.
[Mystikal]. If it ain't about my paper (paper). The bitch don't call me. (Bitch don't call me). Cause I'm about my motherfucking business (my business).
Nigga the, ready to carry nigga?. Tighter ass. Yea, hunh you like tighter. Oh yea. Oh ya bustin' that hole. Hole, hole, hole. Bustin' that your motherfuckin' man hold 'em.
Nigga the, ready to carry nigga?. Tighter ass. Yeah, hunh you like tighter. Oh yea. Oh ya bustin' that hole. Hole, hole, hole. Bustin' that your motherfuckin' man hold 'em.
Bust your guns, uh, uh, yeah. Bonnie and Clyde shit. You hear me? Smell me?. (That's right, you know?). I'mma take this one straight to the top. And he dare get in the way, we smash, scrape scrape.