I Can't (Feat. Total) Foxy Brown

Nigga cop the broach in the double R And you got the notes, so I know you not broke, nigga [Total & Foxy] 1 - (I ain't fuckin' wit' you) I can't rock with you no more (You and your bullshit) (How can I

I Can`t Foxy Brown

Nigga cop the broach in the double R And you got the notes, so I know you not broke, nigga [Total & Foxy] 1 - (I ain't fuckin' wit' you) I can't rock with you no more (You and your bullshit)

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

t do that I cruise all slow in the S-Class down Classen Pullin' up in traffic on Nostrand and Patchin' I took six years off, I let 'em have rap And y?

No One Else (Puff Daddy Remix) total

) [Foxy Brown] Brown nigga, uh, chromed out six and shit Bubblin' layin' up with them Colombians Oh fuck no, I gets dough, Foxy Brown Mama Jig suits from Garbana True, all a nigga who you callin

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

can spit it nigga, same as y'alls, same shoes, same cars Ain't like a chick ain't bawlin' herself Can you give me mo', then I'm holding myself I ain't tryin' to trip on no dick I ain't tryin' to have no

I'll Be (Feat. JAY-Z) Foxy Brown

[Foxy] What up pop brace yourself as I ride on top Close your eyes as you ride right out your socks Double lose his mind as he grind in the tunnel Wanna gimme the cash he made off his last bundle Nasty

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

It's Hard Being Wifee (Explicit Version) (Feat. Noreaga) Foxy Brown

Ughh [Foxy] Niggas might take advantage if you let 'em Play your cards right, and if you fuck 'em in the same night Make sure that he don't snitch Must be up to sumpin' or be lyin' on his dick Shit, you

I`ll Be (Feat. Jay-Z) Foxy Brown

[Foxy] What up pop, brace yourself as I ride on top Close your eyes as you ride, right out your socks Double, lose his mind as he grind in the tunnel Wanna gimme the cash he made off his last bundle

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

't done grievin'' Big and Pac gone and look we still beefin'' And son even, we at odds in these days where niggas die over cars and they chains I thank God that I''m saved and I''mma hold it down

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.

Stop (Feat. Foxy Brown) R. Kelly, JAY-Z

can give a fuck what these rappers sayin' bout me That just let's me know, they can't go a day without me Scared of me succeading, that's the reason you doubt me Cuz if you ain't believe me, you wouldn't

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

pump, turn your belly to jelly Veteran MC, I don't think you rookies is ready Three hundred and fifty pounds of pressure to deal wit I run with Suave, always packin' something to kill with Feel this bitch

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

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

I know to watch you close And if it comes to extremes I always got my toast But you don't know that I know that you an evil nigga Cuz I'm laughin' and frontin' like I believe you nigga You be thinkin'

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

king, whoa B.k, whoa whoa 1, 2, 3, 4 I'm good, buckle up Cause you know we about to go Take a trip to a place Somewhere like outer space Don’t be scared I’m the captain anything can

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

[DMX] Uhhhh uhhhhhh Let's do it we're startin' Uh come on boogie boogie uh uh Lets do it let's do it DMX come on I been playin' bitches all my life from that hoe to my wife You think I give a fuck like

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

I'mma take this one straight to the top And he dare get in the way, we smash, scrape scrape It's real like that, you know what I mean?

Get Me Home (Feat. Blackstreet) Foxy Brown

I gotta get you home with me tonight. Ooh, baby. I gotta get you home with me tonight.

Job (Explicit Version) (Feat. Mya) Foxy Brown

[Intro] Ughh, gimme some Ughh, yeah, yeah, yeah, heh Ughh, get sticky wit it Ughh, get your name back Not that, ughh [Foxy] Nigga wanna lay up on my couch, watchin' cable Hands all in his pants, feet all

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

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?

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 -

Friend (Feat. Foxy Brown & Simone Hines) Diddy

(Let′s) ″live your life″ Do you love me baby I′ll be your friend Do you love me baby Though I love you like a brother I would rather be your lover Verse Two: Foxy Brown Erybody wanna be Pam Grier

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

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

Yeah ahhh Firm biz, what is, Blackstreet Na Na, steady rise, peep this out Oooh, bab bayyy, gotta get you home with me tonight gotta get you home Hold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox Gets my swerve

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'

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?

730 Foxy Brown

They say I'm 730, say I spaz out FB is ill, she'll wild out Can y'all feel my pain? I can't let it slide How could I smile when I'm hurtin' so bad inside?

Dollar Bill (Feat. Foxy Brown) R.Kelly

Foxy Brown: Na na so sick make your toes twitch Get up in yo ass and ride that shit Oh yeah dare you act shady with the first lady Let's go half on this baby Inner thighs thick so when we fuck

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?

I`ll Be Foxy Brown

[Foxy] What up pop brace yourself as I ride on top Close your eyes as you ride right out your socks Double lose his mind as he grind in the tunnel Wanna gimme the cash he made off his last bundle

I'll Be Foxy Brown

[Foxy] What up pop, brace yourself as I ride on top Close your eyes as you ride, right out your socks Double, lose his mind as he grind in the tunnel Wanna gimme the cash he made off his last bundle

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

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

My Life Foxy Brown

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

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

`Bout My Paper Foxy 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)

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?

Intro... Chicken Coop Foxy Brown

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

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.

Star Cry Foxy Brown

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 See I know how it feel to wake up f**ked up How can the spectators say Fox is stuck up How

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?

I Don't Care Foxy Brown

I I I DON'T CARE I DON'T CARE [Chyna White] Yo, consider me a roll model if there's beef in the club I'm that lil' white bitch that's gonna throw bottles Me and the fam has this whole model Fuck

Chyna Whyte Foxy Brown

Tell the mans and them, look, y'all ain't have shit 'Til y'all motherfuckers switch and smoke this shit The reason Mike fucked around and moped his bitch In his jones, little son Troy is loc-ed and shit I

Bonnie & Clyde (Part 2) Foxy Brown

I'mma take this one straight to the top And he dare get in the way, we smash, scrape scrape It's real like that, you know what I mean?

Na Na Na Be Like Foxy Brown

Neno, I said it, Fame I flows sicker like Tote quicker like Na Na pop [shit] like spit hotness Chicks love to gossip Catch me in my crop [shit] like I spit flames Na Na What's my name, Na Na

No One`s Foxy Brown

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