Broken Silence

[young gavin]
Through this hard times, the negativity, the jealousy

[foxy]
Yo carolina blue six - hottest bitch on the block
Used to willie ducatti, saco, prada kick
High school, got signed wrote them platti hits
Tito was the same shit, got a platti wrist
They say i'm stoosh cause i cover my bush
In that dolce gabbana, i'm a hot little mama
The number one stunna
Slim, skin copper
Like bare bra, i'd eat that gravy proper
You got a money fetish
You wanna see me where your bed is?
Playboy y'all got to give me five letters
Like prada, jacob, fendi boots
C. dior, clothing, suits
Range rover, gucci shoes
First class, flat class, paris

[young gavin]
Don't hate me cause i'm ballin'
Lord take me if i'm fallin'
I think i hear them callin' me
Why the keep on callin' me?
Don't hate me cause i'm ballin'
Lord take me if i'm fallin'
I think i hear them callin' me
Why the keep on callin' me?

[foxy]
If i was to die, it be too many cowards alive
Fox brown, bonnie minus the clyde
And today i'mma make this one promise to god
Even if i go wood, i'mma keep it so hood
And i got chills when i signed my deal
And i shed tears when biggie and pac got killed
It's only one other broad that really got skills
She's alright, but she's not real
Brown, i'm hot with no rehearsal time
And i stays on tour like the circle line
Ain't a bitch that could emulate my classic delivery
I rep' new york like the statue of liberty
Mentally i'm in my own zone holding my spot
Fox, basically i'm the female pac
And it's like my life is a thesis
Sometimes i feel like i'm talking swedish
Y'all niggas don't get it
And me i'm balling, the streets keep calling
Lord take my soul i feel like i'm falling

[young gavin]
Don't hate me cause i'm ballin'
Lord take me if i'm fallin'
I think i hear them callin' me
Why the keep on callin' me?
Don't hate me cause i'm ballin'
Lord take me if i'm fallin'
I think i hear them callin' me
Why the keep on callin' me?

[foxy brown]
Before me there was many but none so hot
They had no other choice but to run they spot
Rock since 15 i was bound to ball
Think it's time to run my resume down to y'all
See, touch me...platinum
Ain't no...gold
Total...500,000 sold
Ill nana...2.8
The firm...another mil
Then chyna doll came, it's pretty much the same
And anything we rap about you see us do
Now we stay in demand like ps2
Lot of planes, lot of cars, a lot of chauffeurs
Lot of gucci, lot of louis, lot of proda loafers
Couple dollars and with that i bought my range
Pretty in red got a lot of ass off my name man.
Yeah i'm ballin the streets
Keep callin lord take my soul i feel like i'm fallin.

(don't hate us)


Chorus (2x)

[news reporters speaking]
"rapper foxy brown was arrested today in raleigh, north carolina on
Misdemeaner charges for an alledged altercation with a hotel employee.
She was arrested and released on a thousand dollar bond but if found
Guilty of the charge, she could face up to sixty days in prison."

"gun fire erupted today outside a greenwich village radio station. the
Gunplay allegedly stems from an ungoing feud... both artists claim no
Involvement in the incident. no arrests have yet been made in
Connection with the shooting."

"in other news, rap artist foxy brown was hospitalized yesterday after
An apparent overdose on a common prescription drug. while the overdose
Was allegedly an atempt at her own life, no one from the hospital nor
Foxy's family were available for comment. stay tuned for more news"

"inga marchand, also known as rapper foxy brown, was taken to a local
Hospital today, when the range rover she was driving spun out of
Control at a brooklyn sidestreet. although she was not seriously
Injured, marchand was later arrested for driving with a suspended
Liscense. this is just another in a long list of offences that have
Plagued this brooklyn rap star."

[foxy brown]
Yeah, you know its been a long time since y'all heard my voice
Maybe what, 2, 3, years or somethin
Up and down been high and low
Even been at the point of no return, no hope
Just wanna let my fans know that i'm still here
Y'all holla back

The sound was broken, too many years being political
Its kinda hard to do when everything your seeing is critical
Is all my fault what they said in the news
But its funny how the public seems to get it confused
They act like they aint got nothin better to do
All they want is a statement, the hattin is blatin
But we never paid attention to those who hate us
Til my face was on the cover of all the local papers
But still un-phased, i kept my cool
Plottin, carefully, every step i choose
And my, cool-whit poin, and my write finery
Everybody wanna know my side of the story
Well here it is, the whole truth, plain and simple
This'll finally explain all the pain i've been through
And in no way shape or form of my provoken violence
Please try to understand my "broken silence"