Foxy Brown - Bout My Paper Lyrics

Foxy Brown - Bout My Paper Video

(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)

So you can kill that talking (kill that talking)

If you ain't got no motherfucking confrontation

Then keep on walking

(Watch out there now)

Cause I'm about to show you what you paid for when you came here

Put your hands up, let's get this motherfucker started

 

(Foxy)

Who could talk about that money better than me?

Who could stay so hood femininely?

Who stay on 5th Ave spending them g's?

Who's just as controversial as Eminem be?

F-O-X-Y, East Coast, West Side

Who the fuck really want come test I

Don't start no shit tonight

You know them gangsta Brooklyn niggas is quick to fight

But we 'bout our dough you know how that go

You know Brown come through with the hot ass flow

And go straight at them, quickly go platinum

Still cocky, wrist still rocky

Real chunky niggas still want me

Still touring and shopping in every country

Fox, Pooh and Pretty run this city

 

(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)

So you can kill that talking (kill that talking)

If you ain't got no motherfucking confrontation

Then keep on walking

(Watch out there now)

Cause I'm about to show you what you paid for when you came here

Put your hands up, let's get this motherfucker started

 

(Mystikal)

I came here to take my dick out, LOOK OUT

If you ain't 'bout that sucking, fucking, smoking or drinking

The hooker GET OUT

I ain't come here for no foolishness

I'm cute as Lil Bow Wow but throw bows like Ludacris

Let me through here, let me bust something

Let me do this shit

The original booth, ain't no fucking duplicate

Passportin' when a pen on the pad

You gotta fuck me right now bitch, I'm the man

Dropping 12th Ward B's on 'em

Bitch I'm loaded so don't ask me about no motherfucking weed aroma

Yeah I'm Grammy nominated

When the 'Lou says James Brown ain't been this animated

Bitch I thought I TOLD YOU

I'm the rappin' Ray Lewis, nigga I'll fold you

That's how these niggas get they shit knocked down

From fucking with Mystikal and the chick Fox Brown

 

(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)

So you can kill that talking (kill that talking)

If you ain't got no motherfucking confrontation

Then keep on walking

(Watch out there now)

Cause I'm about to show you what you paid for when you came here

Put your hands up, let's get this motherfucker started

 

(Mystikal)

Foxy thing, watch yourself

Show me what you're working with

Foxy thing

 

(Foxy Brown)

Without that cash, what the fuck I'm gaining

Stop your complaining

When rappers fade, Fox is remaining

If you shoot just watch where you're aiming

This is real, it's not entertainment

The same way I ball I could quickly fall

But nah, I'm still here, till I retire

With them chrome things filling my tires

To my niggas in the slammer, with y'all stiff hammer

Ain't nothing change, titties still bananas

Still slim, still the prettiest rap broad

No bra, nipples still hard

Yeah La Pearla strings and Belvedere

How the fuck that little bitch do that there?

 

(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)

So you can kill that talking (kill that talking)

If you ain't got no motherfucking confrontation

Then keep on walking

(Watch out there now)

Cause I'm about to show you what you paid for when you came here

Put your hands up, let's get this motherfucker started

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Foxy Brown - Oh Yeah Lyrics

Foxy Brown - Oh Yeah Video

Verse One

I'm the most critically acclaimed, rap bitch in the game

Coast to coast, stash the gat in holster girl

Dark skinned, Christian Dior poster girl

Mo' rockin Timbs bitch and the Gucci loafers girl

Niggaz say I'm too pretty to spit rhymes this gritty

Fuck y'all thought? Be dancin around in suits like I'm (Diddy)

Pretty, show niggaz how we run this city

Respect my name, Boogie nigga, stay in ya lane

Like The Hurricane, rains on bitches like Sugar Shane

And dare one of y'all rappin chicks to mention Fox name

What's Beef? Beef is when bitches think it's sweet

See y'all frontin in the streets and let my gat meet ya

 

1- Why Yoooooooo, Why yo yo yo

Why Yoooooooo, Why yagga ya yo

Why Yoooooooo, Why yo yo yo

Why Yoooooooo, Why yagga ya yo (yagga yo)

 

Check, uhh

It's like I'm in my own fuckin world, I speak how I feel

Sometimes I feel like I'm just too fuckin real

I love to stack riches, no disrespect y'all

I respect the rap game, but I don't fuck with rap bitches

I'm speakin from my heart

It's not that I'm too good, I'm just hood

Been like this from the fuckin start

Since I bust my gun in ninety-six

Y'all never see me flick up with them fake-ass chicks

Bitches smile up in your face, turn around and pop shit

You a industry bitch, I'm a in the streets bitch

I might breeze through Prada, Chloe or Tiffs

But, other than that it's just me and my six

 

Repeat 1

 

I dream filthy

My moms and pops mixed it with the Trini' rum and whiskey

Uhh, proper set off

Six sped off, gats let off, I speak calm

Gangsta, and pours off like Screechie Don, bwoy

Who y'all know rock Prada like Fox

Pop bottles in the back of the cellar with Donatella

Cartier wrist wear, Pasha Kay face

Got niggaz stand in line just to get a sneak taste

Act like y'all don't know I keeps gat beneath waist

And like a hundred thou' each crib in each safe

When Fox come through she a go done de place

I'm like Marion Jones, what, who the FLUCK wan' race?

Listen, never trippin, never catch Brown slippin

Fuck, y'all only nice around mics like Pippen

Shit, to all my thugs that's Blood'n or Crip'n

I'm still shittin, still lowridin and switch-hittin nigga

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Foxy Brown - Na Na Be Like Lyrics

Foxy Brown - Na Na Be Like Video

Trini.. yeah yes, Pretty Boy

(99 Def Jam) I said it

Fuck y'all bitches want, whoa

I'ma stay poppin shit

Anybody want it? Come see me, what?

Fame.. yagga..

 

Foxy Brown

I flows sicker like, tote quicker like

Na Na pop shit like spit hot shit

Bitches love to gossip, catch me in my crop shit like

I spit flame bitch fuck's my name? Na Na

Like, I'm the bitch Prada wan' pitch

Rude gal, back court, big gun

Big tings a'gwan like, I'm undisputed

Now y'all got to bow when you see me, fuck's my name? Na Na

Like, I'm the bitch pushin big 6

Likkle broad, five foot, pop big shit like

See my clique, ride big dick like

Swiss hole y'know? Handcuff shit like

Supreme bitch, y'all broads is ancient

I'll bank your whole shit, top draft pick like

I'm the Prince Nasheem of this shit

Come test me; and leave with your vest swiss cheese like

 

Chorus

(Na Na be like) Flawless ice shit

Sassy-ass chick, I started this shit

(Na Na be like) Big bone gal

Whoa, light-er, come smoke the skunk ya

(Na Na be like) Yagga yagga yo

Say we nah sucky duck iffa we ain't a name brand, eh

(Na Na be like) Runnin this here

Bet I have y'all broke bitches all runnin this year, whoa

 

Foxy Brown

My wrist thick, light gray shit

Call me, Sunsplasha, Don all wetness, whoa

I switched up, put the 6 up

E'rybody want chop 6, rock bald wrists, whoa

I've done this, spit hotness

Na Na tote big fifth; fuck's my name? Na Na, whoa

And my pussy niggaz wan' lick

And my big tits son a wan' come kiss

I'm me, all no see when I want rudeness

And you 'onna 'ere come spit bullshit, whoa

I might care, but I won't go there

I might rock this, but I wan' come stick, whoa

I'm the chick that'll drop my shit

'fore a eedyot nigga wan' pay nice price whoa

It's my life and I wan' live like

Ah art gyal dis and I wan' sound like, whoa

 

Chorus

 

Foxy Brown

Bitches wan' test my aim; I spray sick like lunatic

Shit better keep pushin your shit back

Ya nah threat me, oh you wanna try Nani?

Beer gun shot, I need a Punani-dani

Woof, (??) yagga ya suck ya (?) mouf

Pussy what big gun inna ya mouf gal

Eh-eh, eh-eh, Na Na talk greasy what?

Eh-eh, eh-eh, an' who de ras wan' see me

Eh-eh, eh-eh, my diamonds is Blue Streak

Shit Tito brand, money wash my hands, Sopranos style

Eh-eh, eh-eh, Ruger in Chanel purse

You think you're nice bitch, spit behind my verse

Eh-eh, eh-eh, eh-eh, eh-eh

So bow down bitch, fuck's my name?

Na Na, wha wha? Na Na, wha wha?

Na Na, Na Na, Na Na, yagga yagga yo, whoa

 

Chorus repeat 2X

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Foxy Brown - My Life Lyrics

Foxy Brown - My Life Video

(Nigga, uh)

Yeah, huh (nigga uh)

Why don't ya'll take a look into my life?

See what I see

(Nigga uh, nigga, nigga, nigga uh)

 

At the age of fourteen, introduce to coops

Learnin' how to seduce niggaz takin' they loot

Quickly, got involved with this money lifestyle

The finer things, all kinda things, power, money

Cars and diamond rings, and nice braids, flaunt it

The Gucci boots with the G's on it

A high price for this 'high price' life

 

While I'm on tour is my man cheatin' just for spite?

And if you only knew I hold my minks at nights with cheap

Or no other hands can hold me right

My girls ain't the same, guess it's cuz the fame

Bitches smile in my face and throw dirt on my name

Mad cuz I made it, now friends intimidated

Hate it that I'm in the same game as them

With mo' fame than them, they know who they are

This life is no joke, got us havin' to broke

 

You was my sister, who used to dream together

How we could make it real big, do our thing together

Huh, Thelma & Louise together, remember them days?

Them niggas we played? Now we don't even speak

Went our seperate ways, seperate lives

Lost friendship for pride, playin' the game

About to forfeit high price life, I can't afford it

 

1 My life, do ya feel what I feel?

My life, a black girl's ordeal my life

Do ya see what I see?

Have you been where I've been?

Can you go where I go?

 

My life

Do ya'll know what it feels like?

Do ya'll know what it be like?

Do ya see what I see?

Have you been where I've been?

Can you go where I go?

 

Daddy's girl, in his wildest dreams

Said he think that lil' Ing will be illest in this rap-thing

Age 4 in my mother's shoes, swore I could sing

And even as a little girl I was doin' my thing

Uh, confused, I ain't asked to be born

Nigga so dumb, shoulda used a condom

Ask mommy every day, when daddy gon' come?

But he never showed up

 

I would pimp for them, became demented, then men?

Resented them, just the scent of 'em made me earl

'Specially the baller ones tryin' to buy me with pearls

All I needed was love, all I wanted was love

 

Lack of love had me fallin' for thugs

The niggas who ain't care, just like Daddy

If he ain't care, why should they?

For this 'high price' life, it's the price I pay

 

Repeat 1

 

All my girls cross the world that feel what I feel

Hearts bruised, then been way I been, keep it movin'

Let him do his thing, I'm the one he's lovin'

I'm here to show ya'll, havin' a kid ain't meanin' nuthin'

 

That ain't keepin' him, 'specially if he in love with another chick

Then you stuck with the 'babymother-shit'

Don't be lovin' niggas more than yaself

Let 'em roam, a dog always finds his way home

 

Shit, ya'll don't wanna take my place, cashin' cases

Spit in faces, I never seem falsely accused

While some say it's rude

But if I was a dude, they all be amused

But I'm a woman, so I'm a bitch, simple as that

Double-standards, call him a Mack, call me a hoe

Say I'm in it for the dough, but tell me

What tha fuck he in it for?

 

Wanted it all, now it's all mine

Loneliness, sorrow, confusion and pain

Nightmares, headlines, Rapper found slain

If it wasn't for my moms I'd drown in this pain

Now ya'll see what it's like, ya'll don't wanna be me

Cuz it ain't always what it seem on TV

Shit, but this is my '9 to 5' ya'll

Sometimes I wanna slit my wrist and end my life ya'll

 

Repeat 1 until fade

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