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[fox] ahh, trackmasters
My boo
[dru] dru hill, foxy
[fox] right
[dru] ill na na na, na na
[fox] na na, uhh, that's the shit

Verse one: foxy brown

Playa haters ery minute wanna stop my dough (uh-huh)
And every other minute wanna rock my flow (you know)
And every third minute, y'all wanna swerve in it
Come quick like a virgin in it... aowwww!
So far, came through this year with no bra
Sheer shirt, shakin my na na, this head hurt
Got em strung, let em know i'm like a icee
For the best effect you got to use your tongue
Find my g-spot get me hot i'm ill
Foxy, chocolate baby, got milk?
Shake that ass like you just don't care
Cause y'all just rookies of the year, what?
Work niggaz, like you one of the live niggaz
Fly niggaz, known to handle a pie nigga
Chick in the, off-white pearl six
On the cellular, gettin them open like girl 6
It's on

Chorus: dru hill (with variations)

She's a bad mamma jamma
Just as foxy as can be (as foxy as can be)
Heyyy, she's a bad mamma jamma
Just as foxy as can be (as foxy as she can be)

Verse two: foxy brown

Player haters ery minute wanna see your clothes (uh-huh)
Then every other minute wanna know what you drove (uhhh)
Then every third minute, wanna know if the fur's rented
That's why i got no time for hoes
It's the brown fox, surround blocks, sound nice
See me dressed, d-b-s, brown rocks
See me just, play the low pro
Got these rap chicks in a chokehold, biotch!
Basically, you're wastin your time hatin me
I'm like one point five, got to make it three
My name will forever ring
Got em screamin "damn fox!" on erything, hell yeah
For the paper rip a hot draft
Only for the right dough shorty got that? still in here
I'll be down when you're goin broke, ill na na
Master tracks like tone and poke, and it's on

Chorus

Verse three: foxy brown

Playa haters ery minute wanna shit on wax (uh-huh)
Then every other minute talk behind your back (uh-huh)
Then every third minute wanna rock you venice and bourbon
Nah i ain't got time for dat... that's why
I fakes no jacks, i got chips to gain
I'm like bo jack baby, i'm hip to the game
I know it well, rock prada over chanel
A h-class hoe with the h. findel
Rhyme deep in footwear, via spiga
Like aaliyah, one in a million
There's mc's in this rap shit comin in illin
Like i did, laid the groundwork for five hits
Member when i told y'all first week out
Shipped a half a mil, niggaz freaked out
Love yourself, put no one above thee
Cause ain't nobody gon' fuck me like me, it's on

Chorus 2x

[dru hill sings a bunch of na na na's and yahoo!'s]

Verse one: nas escobar, az the vizuliza

As far back as i can remember, i always wanted to be in the firm
I can remember when i first met sosa, it was a glorious time
There were wise guys everywhere, we were around
Twenty one, twenty two at the time
Yeah every place we go, every party
People would stop and stare when we walked in
We would give the doorman a hundred dollars just for opening the door
Sosa would give the bartender two hundred dollars just for keeping
The ice cold, yeah we were legends and we still are

Two hundred fallen angels, we balling from every angle
Heavy bag gold, panamania changed angle
Let's tangle, tabernacles
Ill lukiens coming at you, fuck parus
A billion years b.c., originally black jews
Cashsews honey now roasted, let's kill the colprate
He owe us shit, toe toe toe with that four four bit
Fuck the hoe shit, mercury back tax ?birth? for me
Personally i existed when earth was in need, indeed
Human lifeform transformed from light storms, poltrons
Electrons nuetrons, iced long
Nights long, repltilaians i'll see ya'll in the next millenium
What world are we really in, amphibians moved to the carribean
Underwater force, placed under the court of law
Usually sport warlaw, my mind stay core raw
Fill of ambiants, love fine carats and cars that launch
Nonchalaunt, usually there are jimmies up in the palms
Play low style, guteians change my whole profile
Left the dope pile, bet the guard be around for awhile
Firm islamic, hit the croner of the earth just like a comet

Verse two: az the vizuliza, nas escobar

See i like esco, he knew everybody and everybody knew him
He was the type of guy who routed for the bad guys in the movies
But hey

Die for this firm, live for this firm
Niggas learn, never should come before your fam
From ki's to ported grams, these are corners in the blue van
E's upon on us, cause of warrants
While we smoke hash cheese enormous, stack cheese
Travel the world like taurus, went half with sosa for four bricks
Down in camdon, we handlin' to d.c.
Chips on fights with china white's by they tight pp
Wanting pc but all they get is good dick or four clips
For loose lips, by the jungle flise
Suck the pearl tongue juices, off you fly misses
Take her out to the spark's stakehouse, gentelmen style
Coincidental, family's here
Meet fem fatale, french connection
Persian wet don, let's get this "f" on
The ebony queen, fox you grab my left arm
Dre made a qb the conton, bk and so on
Family strong ???? nature, make sure we all get this millionaire's paper
What a sweet site for sour eyes, may we rise
Hope for now on we never cross sides

Veres three: foxy brown

You know what, most hoes would have left these cats a long time ago
I mean if your man gave you a gun to hide, what would ya'll hoes do?
But you know, the shit kinda turned me on

Black madonna, hoes kill for they popals
Never seen a bitch like this, queen misses
Rock bds's on the left wrists, trick check this
Respect this, firm's niggas lie knee deep in this bitch
Wanna need bitch and have my pussy bleed, swear for 'em
Fuck and take the chair for 'em, whoever dare cross us
The thoughts that thoughts across a bitch's minds, pops the nine
Leave 'em resting in peices, while my thorough bitches peep this
Death before decid-a, screw me on the dick-a
Lace me in gabanna, peep dat
Think i'm flippin' on these three cats,
Set yo clown ass right up with my down ass
Bitch to hold the cash and g's, stash the guns for 'em
And the icedy e berkee, breathe the the sun for 'em
Long dick style, swallow the enemies cum for 'em
Pretty ass hoe, bitches fuck 'em and i dumb on 'em
When nas pop the crist, fox cops the fifth
Make my doe up for oz's, now hoes that's real uhhh

[andre rison]
Hey rison, runnin' with fox
You shoulda seen they faces
Straight packin' the kc from green bay
Back to j' with the mami from bk
Hot tubs and yacht clubs is how we play
Even on the field it's allowed to fear
Just call me mike tys' cuz i got your ear
I'm hot, the shit, so it's real, feel the fire
So yo, show me the money, type gerry mcguire
Me and mrs. brown the way it has to be
Is there heaven for a balla'? ask master p
It's a season for changes, reason for dangers
Nintendo 64's and four point six ranges
Triple beams away i cripple teams for pay
Me say it's for the sign on the cartier
It's matching cars and super bowl rings
Cuz real playa's do real things

[foxy]
Real nigga's do real things
Nana got her eyes on you
See that's how i plays
Kinda feeling baby boy since his green bay days
Huh? believe that, ain't no deceiving that
Definitely tryin' to see that
Can you put it down right? lemme wide-receive that
Uh-huh? lemme flash that mac, it's phat
In fact, we can make it happen with my double platinum
Stay stashin' in the twin five matchin'
Please, stay they yappin'
See me rock to nuthin' but the platinum rings, stylin' things
Get up in your stacks and take a little (*edited*)
Good taste (*edited*) make you shake
They see me knock your skirts in, i'm 'bout it
See them flames all around my name?
Ill nana? definitely do her thing, feel the fire
Keep me flyer than the average with no marriage
Lay my thing down and control y'all little (*edited*)
Stack it up, hear you having chicks tattered up playin'
Switched on a (*edited*) from the falcons to the chiefs
No way (*edited*) i holds it (*edited*)
Old soul, no effect, break me off, snatch yo man
Dead go plans, make ya (*edited*) feel (*edited)
Rich stay flooded? na, you the illest

1 - [both]
Is you wit it wit it?
Yeah, i'm wit it wit it
But should i hit it hit it?
Nah, can not get it get it

Is you wit it wit it?
Yeah, i'm wit it wit it
But can i hit it hit it?
Nah, can not get it get it

Yo, is you wit it wit it?
Yeah, i'm wit it wit it
Then let me hit it hit it?
Nah, can not get it get it

Is you wit it wit it?
Yeah, i'm wit it wit it
So let me hit it hit it?
Only if i get it get it

[andre]
Dream team '99, the receiver
Who'd a thought we'd make it hot like a fever
All my dogs and cats the guard mine
And i touch (*edited*) on the fifty yard line
Balla's recognize y'all know that dre flow
Be like bill clinton with the presidential role
You won't catch me without a dime
And so whatchu want, cristal, dom p, or mo'
You call the play, we could do it on the creep
Don't let me find out that your girl's a freak
She can come see me if the dough is right
And front the eighty inch on a monday night
In the back of the benz, six coupe, drop top
All up in her (*edited*) cuz the chiefs don't stop
Y'all cats ain't know it's all 'bout the game
Burn the house down cuz the mic's in flames

Burn it down
Make it hot
Burn it down
Make it hot
Burn it down
Make it hot
Burn it down
Make it hot

Repeat 1 until fade

[nas escobar]
You ever dance with the devil under the pale moonlight?
Desperados, travellin
What the fuck's up son?
We could do this word up, we could do this

Chrous: the firm

Spend too many nights on the henny gettin right
Breakin big face bennies, bettin against the friendly dice
I can't call it, it's goin too good to spoil it
Tell it like it is, the raw shit never recorded
(repeat 2x)

[canibus]
At a thousand degree celsius i make mc's melt
Fuck my record label i appear courtesy of myself
Let me explain how i maintain thresholds to pain
I walk across the sun barefoot lookin for shade
I rearrange your rib cage like a twelve gauge at close range
And change the position of your brain
My hard raps penetrate through your hardhats and all that
Nigga, get ya wig peeled back
I scalp you like the indians on horseback
Running bull will hit you harder than runningback
Stunning man with brave and cunning rap
Swiftly running laps around 48 tracks
Like uncut crack you fiends keep coming back
Heads is flippin like acrobats on gym mats
From wax to analog tapes to digital dat's
It's critical black, that canibus is ill like that
In fact perhaps you should quit rap, instead of always
Tryin to diss back, cause niggaz keep tellin you that your shit's wack
I rip raps, hardcore raps rushin you to the floor mat
Put you in the figure four, break your thorax
Jump off the top turnbuckle and land on your back
Til i hear it snap or crackle, the ref says chill black
You get clapped bringin the wrong raps to combat
Like bringin a paint gun to a shoot out with real gats
Y'all niggaz is wack, rappin over microphone feedback
My intelligence begins where yours peaks at
From fox boogie in the see-through brasierre, to nasty nas here
My nigga nature'll explain it further if it's not clear

[nas and foxy brown]
Millionaire look at the sky make sure it's still there
Ice grill stares and my jewelry is in every year
Pierre cardan back in a dapper dan time
Now flex, angle wrecks, foxy rock van klein

[nas escobar]
Initiated to the firm shit, real thugs learn quick
Sit back and feel the ultimate hit
Initiated to the firm shit, real thugs learn quick
Sit back and feel the ultimate hit

[az the visualiza]
Yo lock in, do the knowledge, follow the doctrine
We clockin, on your airwaves, keepin it rockin
Blaze up, make fire, light your purple haze up
Betcha tired, bitch ass niggaz need to be caged up
So raise up fuck the playin, i'm sick of layin
I can picture sprayin off an sk, shells ricochetin
Snatched up, in supreme court, eyes half shut
Co-defendant caught a life sentence, seem him crack up
React what, who will, bail two mill'
Nigga cool still bet i'll be home before the news will
Blast fuse and leave purple frank matthews
Perhaps you confuse the concept black, cash rules
Incog-ged, another had more deez involved
Known freeze condo seize seven keys dissolved
Daily routine, speakin up for niggaz who sling
Hand to hand on them street corners claimin you king
It's time to lock this, join with us, let your glock spit
Guzzle the toxic, only fake niggaz drop snitch
Get your guns out, it don't take much for me to dumb out
Play one route, lay ya shit down and run south

[nature]
Here's the cause of this shit, more statistics
Deeper than the laws of physics, malibu sand ,the gorgeous bitches
Weed from 1-2-5, my whole crew live
A true desperado, one that never choose sides
And show sympathy, just qb, an entity
Stock exchange, top of the game, watch you mention me
Image is nothin just obey your thirst
I blaze the purple haze, sit in a daze, then display your birth
For those concerned or just eager to learn
I speak for the firm, was told to keep the cheeba to burn
Stashin my riches, past traditions, like olympics
Pass the torch flip shit so y'all could picture my thoughts, i'm driftin
It's type ill wakin up lookin like filth
Twenty years younger same hunger same ice grill
Genetically form grade a pedigree
Born to carve rhymes, a swift tongue helped to set it free
Theoretically peep how we bless this, young and restless
Guns and westins, learnin to connect through lessons
From cool feats to camps, niggaz shoot back
It's a proven fact, nine-seven's mine, y'all niggaz move back

Chorus

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
Lady gadiva, like scarlet whichever o'hara
It's hazardous, we lays the lazarus
Dip and probably find her behind the liner, three na na
So what the deal, god i kill for these three for real
You soar cause you bustin' off shit to get ya rocks off
The therough, the crime organized mad deniro
And six point one five desero like hero'
Team let's roll on 'em, watch 'em turn bitch
'mega stole on 'em, that's how we play this
I slay this, copped the pair of fours fucked the draws
Really, his pretty had the nigga leary
Mad dipped in, nas you flipped this
Sos with vso's twisted, from seperate the real from the fucked up
We switch up, i gave the stroke though
Ill skin color coco, we loco love is love talk the tre` ocho
Status illmatic, whatever raw dealer for real-a
Baby girl, yet it's la familia
I die in a minute for 'em, so side dipped
The four poin six range rover the feelin' over
From castilano to columbo, easy the genevezy
Firm stay jigged in trash and pass, i swear
You know the lose there, straight cop threes
Can't knock thees and drop threes, we cop cheese

Verse two: nature

Peace and diagnosis, properly supply the dosage
Leave them stuck like parol niggaz and breathes the focus
Nigga when i squeeze ya pleads is hopeless, we wet though
I jet from the block, niggaz can spot me like ufo's
Dressed the low, jumped in the q front for who?
No need to stress it though, smokin' my dope countin' decimals
Recognize this, real thugs respect violence
The 1-9-9-6, some are rather dry snitch
Coruptfully, my whole team recieve ???? to be
Some are spare guns, shootin' fair ones in the public streets
Believe the worst, so it seems the whole team is cursed
We totured, drain the whole heat and squeeze first
Never ending tales, when niggaz fall but some prevail
They fake, callin' us together like four navy war seals
Must i start pullin' jooks or place my trust in god
Force to cover my face, cameras held the case can solve
Ya faith disolves when hump against the next coming
For now i focus on nature, bet i win something

Verse three: nas escobar

I die for my niggaz, stick you for pies and lie for my niggaz
Plead guilty and get the chair and fry for my niggaz
It's essential that we all is there like ya mental
We've been through life, cold blood living simple
Though we learned from old dogs that made it, peeped who they played it
We rated and then evaluated, calculated age is weepy
The days that we see chips freely, beyond whips and tvs
Stock bonds, lou flipped the cds
Niggaz hate to see you on top, they'd rather be you what not
I keep the dessert evil poncot, spot the vickidees guy quick
While poppin' shit that leave ya shot quicker than a hop skip
Specialize in fly shit, bs on my breath while niggaz gossip
On the tostic, i'm on some doe or die shit

Verse forus: az the vizuliza

Check my lingo and all the white ice that make my rings glow
I've seen doe, got a dime wife who sandimingo
Face it it's mathematics, basics far from fake shit
My mind is sacred, my spins shine like a cuban braclet
Egyptian pharoah, roll the coke that used to give me powder
Now i enhale from ???? buckshots through my double barrel
Beneath the town is how it's sounds travels, so what have you?
Keep minds bests, never stopping until they grab you
Used to bust shit down wit' test stocks and trust funds
Cheese and cds so my seed can so touch some, the foulness
I once provoked is now behind me, it gonna take more than sellin' coke
To now to bind me, you had me thinkin' i got to push leek
To keep from sinking, that can out way life
That keep live niggaz from linkin', i saw it coming
That's why slowed down from from dumbin', most of my crew was runnin'
Can't even afford a summons