Brooklyn Bitch

[Intro: DJ Whoo Kid, Foxy Brown, Shyne] Skies, Atlanta Yeah, Brooklyn Uh, Brooklyn Eh eh eh, Brooklyn Eh eh eh, Brooklyn Brooklyn, where you be? Brooklyn, where I be? Brooklyn, where you be? [Chorus: Foxy Brown, Shyne] This one is for my hoods in the street getting paper Cooking 8, balls like Tony Draper Get that money, take that money, don't stop Cause when your heart stop, the balling stops Uh, this one is for my chicks getting Franklins Fuck niggas, use your figures to this anthem Get that money, take that money, don't stop Cause when your dough stop, the balling stops [Verse 1: Foxy Brown] Uh, tired of watching honeys watching my watch and Watching these niggas as they play in my crotch They go top, like the CL coupe, I can't drop Pray I flop? Did you pop? Pussy pop, we go pop, uh And that pussy have you speaking in tounges and The backshot have you leaking your ones Cop all the hot shit like the yellow rock shit My hollow point tips will leave you jointless Na Na, y'all bitches' pointless And y'all hoes' broke, the fuck your point is? Is y'all mad cause my wrist stay laced up? Thighs thick, brown skin, baby-faced up [Chorus: Foxy Brown, Shyne] This one is for my hoods in the street getting paper Cooking 8, balls like Tony Draper Get that money, take that money, don't stop Cause when your heart stop, the balling stops Uh, this one is for my chicks getting Franklins Fuck niggas, use your figures to this anthem Get that money, take that money, don't stop Cause when your dough stop, the balling stops [Verse 2: Foxy Brown] Highly respected hoe, I pushed the 4 Dot 6, y'all ships cruise the tropics Minks and AKs stashed in closets Fuck the gossip, I makes deposits Tote the magnum, leave a chick numb Or a nigga too, put 'em in critical Condition, kiss him with the fifth He ain't know chicks' quick? So I left him stiff No joke, what I tote make any bitch broke Wouldn't wanna be you behind my gun smoke Huh, watch your lungs choke Slowly as I Show these cats that I'm nice and shit Pussy tight as shit like a vise-grips See? Went from cracks to the money I stack Pussy got him mic time, he'll never go back [Chorus: Foxy Brown, Shyne] This one is for my hoods in the street getting paper (Uh) Cooking 8, balls like Tony Draper Get that money, take that money, don't stop Cause when your heart stop, the balling stops Uh, this one is for my hookers getting Franklins Fuck niggas, use your figures to this anthem Get that money, take that money, don't stop Cause when your dough stop, the balling stops [Verse 3: Foxy Brown] Talks that gutter shit, "Brooklyn, exactly" That's what I tell 'em when motherfuckers ask me Where I'm from, what's the origin I'm from the place where them thugs and killers barge in Your castle, shoot you in your Adam's apple Get your safe, get your goods without no hassle Love God, but still jokes to chapel No fear, fuck the judge and gavel While some travel On trips to Maryl' I bake cake, lay weight in the back of the alleys From the place where Harry met then raped Sally Niggas is bastards Niggas' mothers never married On Micheal's, they want Fox to rock it Money, skyrocket it, stones, I rock it If it's igloo cube'd up, I rock it Range in the 4, summertime, I drop it Stop it, if for a minute you think Without the mink your dick gon' sink Up in me? Nigga please, from where? Fucking me for free? Nigga, not here I swear, y'all motherfuckers kill me, uh Spittin' lame ass game, you feel me? Talkin' 'bout bill me? Better pay upfront Add fifty to stick me or none of this cum