[Outro: Foxy Brown]
Check it
[Verse 1: Foxy Brown]
You only as good as the songs that you leave behind, well, since my brain is legible
Read my mind
They say, "Fox, the streets love you, but you need to grind"
I love the rap and I breathe the rhyme
Whose sorta like close encounter of the deeper kind?
Every time I leak a song, I tend to freeze her shine (Every time I leak a song, I tend to freeze her shine)
All you garbage-chicken-artist bitching for fame
I'm the hardest-spitting-Goddess bitch in the game
I wear my heart on my sleeve
Watch it, punk
Niggas love to see Fox in pumps
It took y'all years to achieve what I got, in once
The type to, stop the
Front with the Glock and pump (Blocka!)
'Bout to lock up the game for good
I got a attitude problem, blame the hood
I got this hot sixteen, that'll set you free
Y'all wanna be number one? Y'all gotta get through me (Check it)
Jewels, who had the most slept-on classic album in rap?
No promotion, five hundred thousand with that
I may be petite, but trust me, I'm thorough
Who the one that made the anthem just to my borough?
Who the one that had 'em jam Bob Marley hooks?
Who the only rap chick with a yardie look?
Who was the first wearing Norma Kamali?
Who brother went and bought a Ferrari?
Young Gavin, young F.O
Been doing it since the shoot-outs and club Esso's
Mami got peso, and beso mami more than a linda
Only the family call me Inga
I'm by your side when you need me
If Lyor and Kev' could get it right, then I'm 5 million easy
Regardless, bitches, I hope you see
That to be number one, y'all gotta go through me
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