My mind is the drama that got
me looking back on since the dawn shit.
Foxy, you ready to pawn shit.
Blink the eye,
Mr.
Comet.
The comet, it's not a threat,
it's a promise.
Who be the mahogany, my me,
the slanted eyes, hold it down, boogie, fox
You bitch niggas strip, you web niggas dead on,
get fuckin' wet on, shit it on
I'm on the low, fuckin' with
Dawn like
Wano, 30 inch, four strato
Milly
Yon,
Sophisticado,
Illy
Movado,
The
Firm's baby girl, my fam be my whole world
It figures, cause she a die for them niggas,
doe a die status
My mob be the baddest, from
Brook
Lawn to
Queensbridge, it's pure havoc, havoc
We on the job fuckin' with
Marv, they had to drop on him
The slanted eyes peep the rocks on him
He kinda jig and he bubblin' big
Dig a hole, holin', sauce,
watch this cast start fallin'
In
Betho, 20
G, crap sweat though
Naj, you shoulda seen a nigga
Jethro
Had it on blast, shoulda seen me
shakin' all of my ass
Of course me, I threw the gas,
thug nigga turnin' real saucy
Firm lay low,
I'ma play if you say so
So stay close like I'm bout to twist, babe, bro
I laid it down, went a couple of
rounds to try to flaunt him
I threw it on him,
now he's right where I want him
Got my mind in crooked ways
Saturated up in
Alize
You ain't a threat nigga,
so get big nigga
Baby girl, crossin' over,
send your soldiers
Touch a fucker,
Russia, this world is colder
Like a day in
December 25th
Son, I got gift for monkey motherfuckers
They wanna rip, get your shit split
Push back, drill that ass,
don't look back
Respect this, like a
Lexus
Reaper
Man, I took that, broadcast to
Deathdog
Like shopper goin' to
Shipmong, handwritten obituaries
Vocal through my cords, lights out
Let's pull the nines out,
let's find out points
Shook ones, they pointing dimes out,
this ain't hard
Straight up or down,
you get your deck pulled
My hand is full of fake niggas
opposition
Expensive intuition, fuck a rap competition
Got
X -Fold, get a grip, I never let go
The
Teflos, the
Rappanoid said that ass is wet though
Triple
P,
Paranoid plus
Petrol
Scared to death,
put the pedal to the metal
Ghetto
Connections,
ID4, take your section
You only get one chance,
ain't no second guessing
We blessing,
peeping your style or never testing
Lessons of life,
walk the night with your weapon
So this the drama,
they got me looking back constantly
Some dumb shit,
Foxy, get ready, bomb shit
Blake and
I,
Mr.
Carmen, no comments
It's not a threat, it's a promise
Fox
Bulls, what up?
They get the jack, what the fuck?
Lucked up, the thug nigga took a
L
Nigga bitched up,
that snake nigga slither like
Jake
It all great, ain't no threat done
Fuckin' with them niggas, that's fake
They got though,
pushin' the 850 out though
They sayin' nada,
they know the firm gettin' nachos
Cheddar like whatever
I see money frontin' in the land I got him,
I got me, I'm fuckin' his man
Murderous, mami,
I threw the kiss, he was his
Ooh, shoulda seen that ill rollie on his
wrist
It seemed like he fuckin'
with cream
Somethin' mean,
you'll be straight with his aid
And dead or more on all his heroin
Realistically, boppy, it's history
Mami, I got this, chill, papa,
let me rock this
I'm fuckin' with fours, the cop this
Let me plot this, ice, he nothin' nice
If he front, take his life at
the shark bar
Fuckin' with
Duke, him and his mans
Really frontin' bull,
got on a red velour, feel I suit
Here come my niggas now,
when the black come a -stuntin'
Yeah, that's the firms,
you can fuck up the body somethin'
What up now, dude?
His eyes cry from the inside
I seen all of his fans, cause he about to fry
He looked at me through his right eye,
was like, mommy, why?
I felt fucked up, I can't lie,
he was shook
Mega opened his chest,
ain't nothin' left but the sky blue land
And that nigga's last breath, last breath
My mind, it's the drama,
that got me lookin' back constant
I'm done shit,
Foxy, get ready to bomb shit
Blinkin' eye,
Mr.
Comet, the comet
It's not a threat, it's a promise
My mind is the drama
That got me lookin' back constant
I'm done shit,
Foxy, get ready to bomb shit
Blinkin' eye,
Mr.
Comet, the comet
It's not a threat, it's a promise
Yeah, it's not a threat, uh
Mob
D,
Havoc, and
Foxy
Duo, uh
To the death, baby
Boom,
Escobar, 600,
SoulSide,
Mega,
Ice,
Grand
Whiz, where you at, baby?
Queen
Bridge,
Don
Poole, the whole
Brooklyn, pretty boy.
Foxy Brown
