Too Real

[Intro] Brooklyn, yo Eyo, it's the Ill Na Na baby! Brooklyn, let's get it in [Verse 1: Foxy Brown] I've been a star since a virgin in highschool Since the age of fourteen I've been a rap bitch version of Mike ??? And I don't know how to trust, the church or the rifle God or the devil, the burner or the Bible Got a black cloud on me, I've been cursed by my right ones I'm back bitches! The retun of ya Idol F-to-the-O-X, B-double-O Black hand keep them Lambos and them black Impalas I wreck the style homie, ain't a bitch chilla I fucks with gangstas baby, like prince Miller And when they locked Tuquan, I felt the East split up He and his Feds, but he left his legacy in killa I keep my killaz on that Brooklyn shit Fox ripped the world like the Brooklyn Bridge I'm back now, Brooklyn ain't never looked this big I hold it down while y'all lookin' for Big Next blakka Miss [Chorus: Foxy Brown] I'm in my own fuckin' world, I speak how I feel Sometimes I feel like I'm just too fuckin' real Foxy Brown, uh, what the deal is? They ain't got a clue what we about to do I'm in my own fuckin' world, I speak how I feel Sometimes I feel like I'm just too fuckin' real Foxy Brown, uh, what the deal is? They ain't got a clue what we about to do [AZ] FB! You know what it is AZ of course [Verse 2: AZ] What up boogz? You know I would if I could Bring the hood on the V.I., my man from C.I Said his ball was in the mess hall witchu at jail time Lookin' like you was right at your crib in Alpine No signs of a warrior's face I know you sprayed if your peer wasn't so soft while he helped you escape But on the real, we never got a chance to build With all the bullshit somebody shoulda told you to kill To the steel, so many rappers lost they mind Like twentyfive to life never forced they mind Your moms cryin', we spoke, I almost choked Was there the same day to brought yo ass up in the post It's getting close, see you soon, sometime in June Utilize the red goons for yo mind to bloom A flesh wound always heal, but death that's it I'ma go now, but let that sit [Chorus: Foxy Brown] I'm in my own fuckin' world, I speak how I feel Sometimes I feel like I'm just too fuckin' real Foxy Brown, uh, what the deal is? They ain't got a clue what we about to do I'm in my own fuckin' world, I speak how I feel Sometimes I feel like I'm just too fuckin' real Foxy Brown, uh, what the deal is? They ain't got a clue what we about to do