Ill Na Na

Uhh, c'mon yeah *laughter*
Brooklyn, brook-lyn, 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
If i...


I came up fast in this crap game they call a rap game
What the damn she's killin it again from that dame
Now every snake fake-faced o jig
I'm like, just don't sell me the 'bridge, i buy lakes
Friends even bend rules, chicks i lent jewels
Says, "she's actin funny now, oh she's got money now"
Tryin to do my thing y'all, need you on my team
But you aint gon' stop my dream, or block my cream
I liked things better when you called me ings
A year before rap city, way before screen scene
'fore they knew who foxy was, you probably was
The first to keep it real wit all my secrets concealed
Things got ill the minute i got a deal
And my time got shorter and you was havin a daughter
Had to stop hopscotch, get off iran
Damn i wish we were still playin jump

Chorus: repeat 2x

If i could take this back i would
If i could rewind the time to when it was all good
I would, take it back to when we said good-bye
If i...

My so-called man thinkin he slick cause i stay on tour
Thought he'd never get caught tryin to play on whores
I cried as my keys was scrapin the car doors
From the trunk, to the hood, by the wheel and the floor
Exposed my vulnerable side, had me open wide
Said you forever keep it real, but you lied
Was the first to feel inside, the ill na na
Had me thirst when you whispered to me, "how it feel mama?"
Yeah, but don't hurt it, i like the way you work it
No diggity, don't stop get busy
Blew up your pager, checked your clothes
Duked your house keys, stole your beeper code
What happened to the mo's and the occasional roses
Massages and the bubble baths, rubbin my toes as
I realize you was just misleadin me
I shoulda known, you left your last chick to be with me

Chorus

Mommy dearest tried to prepare us for a lot ahead
You never heard, preferred to smoke your lye instead
On the one to one combo told me you'd die for bread
That's why i spend these nights, cryin in the bed
You had the deep dish six, your rep was widespread
I tried to intervene you said it was over my head
Said i'd never understand the plight of a black man
Right, but i'm tryin to keep you in my life
V.i.a. satellite, talkin them burn outs
Soon you had me whylin and you turned me out
Taught me bout how to win, the code of the streets
Luxuries and wealth untold it was sweet
And one night you asleep after work was chopped up
Felt somethin strange in my veins, i popped up
One foot in the house shoot flew to the horn
Got the cell operator, i knew you was gone

Chorus 1.5x

Uhh, i mean damn
Me and you forever hand in hand
I'm married to the firm boo, you got ta understand (understand)
I'll die for em, gimme a chair and then i'll fry for em (fry for em)
And if i got ta take the stand, i'ma lie for em (lie for em)
It's me and you, hand in hand (forever)
I'm married to the firm boo, you got ta understand (that be we)
I'll die for em, gimme a chair and then i'll fry for em (fry for em)
And if i got ta take the stand, i'ma lie for em (uhh, suga)

Whattup firm we got these niggaz cornered, so maintain
I got the drugs here, a good amounts the bed behind the back stairs
Like twenty grams plus the caravan
I left the keys by the safe, erase the phone and flip the license plate
Got all the phone calls tapes, and all the weights and ice
To get the dough and the guns, and then we straight
He had the block locked he knew the spot block
On some real web shit to get your spot knocked by killer cops
Tryin to get your shit rocked, he don't know, cause all along
We was plottin to drop on the low, he straight snitch
He don't know how it go, he saw nas in all the lex
Then a triple gs, foreala, i kinda think he got a
Feeling i'm squealing me and tone was on the phone
Probably thinkin we dealin this bug, make sure un got all the guns
His man son had the whole mob of arsons
Runnin through parsons

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 him, gimme a chair and then i'll fry for em
And if i got ta take the stand, i'ma lie for em (lie for em)
It's me and you, hand in hand (hand in hand)
I'm married to the firm boo, you got ta understand (forever we)
I'll die for him, gimme a chair and then i'll fry for em (nas, az)
And if i got ta take the stand, i'ma lie for em

Check it peep the plot, so when i beep him y'all be creepin
Cormega know the spot, diminish him, 'mega finish him
We power, the whole team shinin through like ma rule
Worse come to worse we got shorties layin on forty-first
They want the firm som'in awful, to tax som'in
The way we style have a nigga tryin to blast som'in
I guess the way we politic em probably got the niggaz
I know they layin like "dunn, we got ta stick them niggaz"
In due time, they probably see the apple sour
And once, we takin over, they'll realize the world is ours
The faggot niggaz don't deserve bein cream
A bunch of snitches on the same team, tryin to reign supreme
Brooklyn queens thing, we lionhearted never dear departed i mean
You're fuckin with scarlett o'hara
Desert em like sahara, shit you never heard the firm strictly murderous
Gun is out punana, the firm's first lady organizer

G'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
And if i got ta take the stand, i'ma lie for em
It's me and you, hand in hand
I'm married to the firm boo, you gots ta understand
I'll die for em, gimme a chair and then i'll fry for em
And if i got ta take the stand, i'ma lie for em

The general, soak time, my partner in crime, nas and 'mega
Gon' cry together, shit get real, we gon' die together
I'm like whatever for my team through the cheddah
Through the cream we gonna stay together, it's doe or die
Through the slanted eyes, i organize family style
Lady godiva, forever firm fox boogie never lonely
We were wed in holy matrimony, whatever
Whichever, however, uhh, firm style

I mean damn, mean 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
And if i got ta take the stand i'ma lie for em
It's me and you hand in hand
I'm married to the firm boo, you gots ta understand
I'll die for em, gimme a chair and then i'll fry for em
And if i got ta take the stand i'ma lie for em
(repeat to fade)

Intro: method man

One time...
Huhh, all up in ya like a bone when i...
Johnny blaze, the iron lung
Foxy brown, the ill na na (yeah, c'mon, yeah, c'mon)
Destination... (c'mon, c'mon) plat'

Verse one: foxy brown

Yo na na so ill, first week out
Shipped a half a mil, niggaz freaked out
She's all about sex, pard-on, check your facts
And the track record, i'm all about plaques
Shakin my ass half naked, lovin this life
Waitin for kim album to drop, knowin it's tight
Standin center stage, closin the show holdin a gat
Since you opened up, i know you're hopin it's wack
Niggaz, screamin my name on record straight whylin
Maybe i'll answer back when you reach a hundred thousand
This is ladies night, and the mercedes's tight
When i'm coming home? maybe tonight
Leave my food by the microwave, kiss the baby goodnight
It's my time to shine it's playtime tonight
I'ma try to stand my ground, know when i fall
I left your ass home alone, hopin i call

Chorus: method man

Who's got the illest pussy on the planet?
Sugar walls comin down niggaz can't stand it, the ill na na
True absolut vodka, straight shots
For the has-beens and have-nots, dolla dolla
Real and it don't stop, we movin up
First the mansion then the yacht, sound proper
Straight cash get got, bloodhounds
Tryin to hunt down the brown fox, the ill na na

Verse two: foxy brown

No more sexin me all night, thinkin it's alright
While i'm lookin over your shoulder, watchin the hall light
You hate when it's a ball right? ladies this ain't handball
Nigga hit these walls right before i call mike
In the morning when it's all bright, eggs over easy
Hope you have my shit tight when i open my eyes
While i'm eatin gettin dressed up, this ain't yo' pad
I left some money on the dresser, find you a cab
No more, sharin i pain, sharin i made
It's time to outslick niggaz, ladies sharin our game
Put it in high gear, flip the eye wear
Nas ruled the world but now it's my year
And from, here on i solemnly swear
To hold my own like pee wee in a movie theater (uh-huh)
Yeah i don't need a man's wealth (yeah)
But i can do bad (bad) by my damn self (self)
And uhh...

Chorus

[method]
Uhh... vodka...
Not... not...
Dolla dolla... stop stop...
C'mon c'mon... yah, it's the ill na na

Verse three: foxy brown

No more waitin to exhale, we takin deep breaths
Ladies take this over, i be fox so peep this
Love thyself with no one above thee
Cause ain't nobody gon' love me like me
If he, don't do the right thing like spike lee
Bye bye wifey make him lose his nike's (uh uh, yeah)
Hit the road
Mami told me in order to, find a prince
You gotta kiss some toads

Chorus

[rich nice]
The following previews have been approved for all audiences
By the committee for audiovisual sound

*sounds of traffic*
On the mean streets of new york, everyone has a crew
Now the music industry has one of their very own

*music starts*
Violator entertainment present
The most thrilling trio since three the hard way
Yogi, chaddeo, and the mighty hah
The cru

[the cru]
Uhh, uhh
Can you feel it?
Uhh

Now once upon a time let's see if i remember
Back in january (nah chill it was december)

[rich nice]
Also coming...
In the summer of '96 we saw nas escobar captivate an entire industry
Little did we know when he stepped through the door
The firm he represented would be right behind him

The kid got his own firm, tch, de canta mari con cormega
Mamaow

From the most lethal conglomerate on wax
Foxy brown, az, nas escobar, and now introducing
Cormega the executive

[cormega]
This how it went down
Add to undergrowth therapy, now surgery
A nigga wetted me but, he didn't murder me dunn
I survived, he thought that i died
Now it's time to throw the nine clip in, mission revenge
Once was friends, but that shit's dead
That stupid motherfucker shoulda shot me in the head
*boom*

[rich nice]
And now for our feature presentation
Trackmaster entertainment in conjunction with violator entertainment
Bring to you... foxy brown
The album

"what the hell do you think i'm runnin here, a chicken coop?"

[barry white imitator]
Foxy, the word's on the streets from new york to cali
You're the one
But you gotta be careful
There's a lot of haters in the game

"this bitch rose thirty-seven thousand five hundred dollars
Workin part time"

Ya know somethin foxy?
You're headed for the top... top...
Straight ahead
And when you get there, you gotta stir it allll up
You see you're gonna make so much money
When you walk down the street
They're gonna think your pockets got the mumps
Can you dig it... dig it... dig it...

'member mossy, 'member the sweet dreams
'member the cocoa leaves, 'member sega gene-sis
Now we live in love like genovese, stash twenty g's ease
Crib in belize please, forever cheese
Crib all fresh high-tech nigga, art deco
In the villa room, sippin demi sec, ohh?
Seperate the classiest from the nastiest
Bugs, on some ninety-six ill shit
Niggaz used to rock swatches and style 'member?
Now they 'bezle on the rolexes chips like december
In havana, the cabana, copa
Now fox is flippin more chips than oprah
Lizard skin sofa, ice flooded don
Like imelda marcos, the donness, i be the peron
Pure precon foot action tone
Like the brax-ton, fox nigga get your smash on

*sung chorus*
No one's gonna love you, the way i do
Nobody, i can love you better
No one's gonna love you, the way i do
Nobody, baby your best bet is me

It was the floss thang, for them niggaz to thug walk thang
And for the chips, reebokses and new york thang
Small thang, and to the hottest, goddess
Caramel skin-tel, try this, and die the hardest
Heartless, it was cool to shoot skully
He's remind me, something like r. kelly
Back in the days, maxes and cresses
Now it's 6's with chrome rellies, and bbses
Undress this, no deal, no skills off this
And from where i was holdin, before this
Bad chick before all this, peep the wrist action
Fendi sell ices around the bezelle
No sale, suited up in bendel, boogie
Oh well, could tell, i floss well, uhh
Peep the hustle, steamed shrimps and mussels
Lampin, in the hamptons, quarter mile from russell's

*chorus*

If we was all don like demarco, runnin crazy
Niggaz, won't be haters, ballin, like briqueze
Presedential suites at ramada, in nevada
Cheese like ricotta nigga, bet i'm droppin
Twenty g's on roulette, playa, what you bet?
The cris have a nigga trippin wet, uhhhh
Seven figs on a bet, 84 be 48
Five on the plate, high stake, indo
Bet they went from pujos to pushin benz-o's
Dippin on a van whip with the dipped lorenzo's
The sassiest, mahogany brown
Switch from, rockin lottoes to coppin movados
Peep the mix like mulatto, feel on
Tryin to chill on the ville sit back and get these mill-ions
Yeah, now you ballin, please
Your stash wasn't swollen till my dough started rollin

*chorus*