Hood Scriptures - Foxy Brown

Hard spittin, cigar splittin

Pray, to your God and to them words in the biblical scriptures

Critical bitch must, flow to the shit that just fit her

Rode, with the best auto that money can buy me The best damn mami, def jam signed me Hoes, you know theyll never compare to my status

Nothin matters, Im the fuckin baddest see

Fame, is worth it if you got money to match it Im hotter than acid and dont even practice

Game, guess I got it at birth from my momma

Ill na na, real drama, see i Ball, til I cant or Im covered by maggots

I straight spaz it and let yall have it Bloaw!

Hey… im speakin to the hood!

Splurge, when Im gettin my money its nothin

Always bussin, flows is disgustin

Woah, Im constantly multiplying my digits

Fox the richest, please no pictures

Ones, that I be countin be keepin me smilin

We out wildin, shout to the island!

Dun, I keep it gangsta for all of my soldiers

Its so over, keep yall composure

Style, when we want and we love when they hate us Dont debate us, flows not contagious

Foul, we can be if yall niggas provoke us Buenos noches, do not approach us Floss, til the law say I cant or Im finished

Pour the guiness, Im a straight menace!

Bloaw!

Hey… im speakin to the hood!

Know, what I built I aint tryin to mess up Barbie dressed up, youre just my successor

Whoa, I hear your companys holdin that budget

I always thug it hood for the public

Benz, my cream materials iller than average

Lots of baggage, shopping savage and my Fans, say that my album is close to a classic

They dont, gas it, yall gots to have it Shoes, got to be christian or gucci or prada

Who could stop her, aint a bitch, hotter

Lose, you always will when you go against foxy

Wrist, rocky, yall bitches watch me Rise, til they kill me Im ballin and spending

Laws Im bendin til my life is endin, now!

Bloaw!

Hey… im speakin to the hood!