So Hot Foxy Brown

[Intro - Foxy Brown] 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 [Foxy Brown over Intro] Oooh, Nana -

Fallin' Foxy Brown

[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

I Don't Care Foxy Brown

So what if there's a hundred labels that got the bid? So what if I dreamed the devil never dared me to sin? So what if the industry compares me to him? So what if I write hard?

Tables Wil Turn Foxy Brown

[-Intro] Foxy Brown (Baby Cham) Ugh, Ehh, Uh! (What, WHAT!) (What's bumpin', Baby Cham, Fox Brown) Uh! Fox Brown, Baby Cham Ugh, Kingston, Brooklyn, WHAT!

Run Dem Foxy Brown

[Foxy] Whoa [Cham] A wha de blood claat dem fool dem [Foxy Brown] Who the fuck told bitches they could do what I do And all of a sudden all y'all bitches got accents too Bad gyal, bitches can't

I Can`t Foxy Brown

[Intro] Uh, y'know, uh, Boogie Brown, uh How you expect me to love you, nigga Can't even trust you, uh So he played you, right? Shot a little game then he blazed you, right?

I Can't (Feat. Total) Foxy Brown

[Intro] Uh, y'know, uh, Boogie Brown, uh How you expect me to love you, nigga Can't even trust you, uh So he played you, right? Shot a little game then he blazed you, right?

Baller Bitch (Album Version (Explicit)) (Feat. Pretty Boy, Too Short) Foxy Brown

[Pretty Boy] Yo Fox and $hort, yo Don't let that pretty shit fool you, yo I ain't pay that bitch phone bill [Foxy] This is for all my ballin' ass bitches All over, worldwide Shake them thighs for them

Dog & A Fox (Album Version (Explicit)) (Feat. DMX) Foxy Brown

shit I'm kickin' Got you stickin' niggas you got love for Bring 'em up, touch 'em with the buzz saw Bitches slingin' rocks, swingin' glocks, bringin' knocks Holdin' down the fort even when it's steamin' hot

B.K Anthem Foxy Brown

[Chorus: Foxy Brown] Lemme tell you where I grew up at Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, blew up that Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at Brooklyn! Beef, who want that?

`Bout My Paper Foxy Brown

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

Ride (Down South) (Album Version (Explicit)) (Feat. Juvenile, Eightball, MJG) Foxy Brown

And where my buck niggas at Where my buck niggas at Where they at, where they at, where they at, come on [Foxy Brown] I ain't new to this Damn nice bitch that's true to this Money ain't never been a thing

Get Me Home Foxy Brown

Daddy please I'm takin it all from the stash to the keys So let me see Boo I'm bout to dips my man for you...

Get Me Home (Feat. Blackstreet) Foxy Brown

Daddy please I'm takin it all from the stash to the keys So let me see Boo I'm bout to dips my man for you...

Na Na Be Like Foxy Brown

[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?

Foxy's Bells Foxy Brown

Fox Boogie Brown is bad as hell Battle anybody I don't care if you tell I excel they all fell Suited in Chanel Fox Brown will rock the bells C'mon uhh rock bells ill The Firm c'mon ride along baby Whattup

Cangsta Boogie Foxy Brown

I'm too hood F-B the rap Angelina Jolie Everything from Carty to Chloe Posha here little Fifthmar there Nigga It's not a game on the mic I'm insane Snatch back my lane I'm a vince Carter this Brown

Candy Foxy Brown

[Kelis] I taste just like candy, candy I taste just like candy So dance with me [Foxy] Yo now let me paint y'all a whisper Fox pimp hard, quiet just like a whisper Don't get it mixed up Bad little

Get Me Home (Album Version (Edited)) (Feat. Blackstreet) Foxy Brown

passion, I'm like, Slow down before you crashin Never mind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you Or the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu Marry who Daddy please I'm takin it all from the stash to the keys So

The Birth Of Foxy Brown (Album Version (Explicit)) Foxy Brown

[Intro]Uh, y'know, uh, Boogie Brown, uh How you expect me to love you, nigga Can't even trust you, uh So he played you, right? Shot a little game then he blazed you, right?

730 Foxy Brown

I can't let it slide How could I smile when I'm hurtin' so bad inside?

Star Cry Foxy Brown

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 f**kin' years Lord have mercy, I'm so controversy Bet you've

Broken Silence Foxy Brown

[Foxy Brown speaking] 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?

Bonnie & Clyde (Part 2) Foxy Brown

[Fox] Damn, seem like forever [Jay-Z] We trade shots [Fox] We spray blocks [Jay-Z] And we never fail [Fox] Yeah, but we stay hot 1 - [J] Now would you die for your nigga?

Run Yo S*** Foxy Brown

We got your back Fox Fuck these bullshit niggas These bullshit bitches (They GI Joe figgas) They don't really want beef, STRAIGHT UP Ugh Fox Brown shit, CNN shit That Brooklyn shit, that Queens

Bonnie & Clyde (Part 2) (Album Version (Explicit)) (Feat. JAY-Z) Foxy Brown

[Fox] Damn, seem like forever [Jay-Z] We trade shots [Fox] We spray blocks [Jay-Z] And we never fail [Fox] Yeah, but we stay hot 1 - [J] Now would you die for your nigga?

When The Lights Go Out (Feat. Kira) Foxy Brown

ride (lets fly) Baby when the lights go out I’m gonna light up your life Take you for a ride on this rollercoaster [VERSE 2:] I only met one nigga that deserved it And he a gangsta so

The Letter Foxy Brown

[Ron Isley] *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 [Foxy

Baby Mother (Album Version (Explicit)) Foxy Brown

Foxy - Hello? Girl - (whispering) Bitch Foxy - Ey yo, who is this? Girl - Yo, this is f*ckin' Baby Mother, put yo man on the phone Foxy - What?

The Promise (Feat. Havoc) Foxy Brown

[Foxy] Uhh uh huh Firm [Havoc] Infamous [Foxy] The Brook lyn Q B *chorus* [Foxy] My mind is the drama that got me lookin back [both] constant [Foxy] Some Don shit Foxy get ready to [both] bomb shit [Foxy

BWA (Explicit Version) (Feat. Mia x, Gangsta Boo) Foxy Brown

[Foxy] Ughh, let me show ya how it go down When you get three of the illest bitches Together on one track And we all got attitudes 1 - I'm a mother fuckin' bitch (With an attitude) I'm a mother fuckin'

My Life Foxy Brown

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

Fox Boogie (Feat. Kid Capri) Foxy Brown

We up in here chillin this is the Kiiiiiid Capri And I'm in the house with Foxy Brown For the nine pound plus one And we got things goin on in a big way in here YouknowhatI'msayin?

Intro... Chicken Coop Foxy Brown

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

Hood Scriptures Foxy Brown

[Foxy Brown] HEY, you're 'bout to hear the most incredible shit ever written Hard spittin', cigar splittin' PRAY, to your god and to them words in the Biblical scriptures Critical bitch must, flow

Letter To The Firm, (Holy Matrimony) Foxy Brown

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

(Holy Matrimony) Letter To The Firm Foxy Brown

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

The Chase Foxy Brown

layin in the Bentleys stoned flossed on me and Capone Picasso, Mardi Gras, play the low in a six-double-oh Benz chrome, dominicano Superstar Lila Escobar holy matrimon' Tied to The Firm, die for The Firm So

Big Bad Mama (Radio Edit) Dru Hill

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

Na Na Na Be Like Foxy Brown

Eh, eh, and who's the ass wanna see me My diamonds is Blue Streak You Tito brand, money wash my hands, soprano style Nubian Chanel purse You think you're nice then sneak behind my verse So bow down

Tramp Foxy Brown

Home girls, attention you must pay So listen close to what I say Don't take this as no simple rhyme Because this type of shit happens all the time Now, what would you do if a broke nigga came by?

Tramp (Explicit Version) Foxy Brown

Home girls, attention you must pay So listen close to what I say Don't take this as no simple rhyme Because this type of shit happens all the time Now, what would you do if a broke nigga came by?

If I... Foxy Brown

ya'll, need you on my team, but you aint gon' stop my dream, or block my cream, i likes things better when you called me -ings, a year before Rap City, way before Screen Scene, before they knew who Foxy

Ill Nana Foxy Brown

Up in you like a bone (echo) Johnny Blaze the Iron Lung Foxy Brown The Ill Na Na Yeah, yeah destination, come on, plaque.

Can You Feel Me Baby (Album Version (Explicit)) (Feat. Pretty Boy) Foxy Brown

You be thinkin' you fresh in your Moschino wear And if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be nowhere Huh, even ya crew knows you just too soft I'm just waitin' for the right time to cut you off, for real So

Ill Na Na (Feat. Method Man) Foxy Brown

Up in you like a bone (echo) Johnny Blaze the Iron Lung Foxy Brown The Ill Na Na Yeah, yeah destination, come on, plaque.

Saddest Day Foxy Brown

[Foxy] This one, is dedicated, to you [Wayne Wonder] Foxy Brown.. Wayne Wonder..

My Life (Cradle 2 The Grave) (Album Version (Explicit)) Foxy Brown

re big Money came into play and best friends went they way, shit I wish it never had to go that way, uh The price of fame can cost a whole friendship Yeah we got dollars, but it''s senseless So

We're On Fire (Feat. Mavado) Foxy Brown

So wanna bloodclaut this man, bad gal 'bout here Drips out the pussy them na friend gal 'bout here Bitch now the body sting round here Big star body, kill off every dirty gal roll near Bitch bust a shot

Interlude ... The Set Up Foxy Brown

[Foxy] Yeah two for Brown [waiter] Right this way [man] Reservations? [Foxy] Ahahahah *piano keys crowd background* [Foxy] Baby [man] Yo whattup? [Foxy] We need to talk [man] Talk about what?