How We Get Down

[Foxy Brown]

Uh huh, hey yo

It's the Ill Na Na baby!

Brooklyn

But right now, I got my motherfuckin' squad with me

Blackhand the label

Blackhand the motherfuckin game

Fox, Brooklyn baby

Let's get it in

[Hook]

Q-U be on deck

First nigga move, nigga get hit

That's how we get down

My niggas animals, blew

The hammer goes blew

The cannon balls bew

That's how we get down {bang}

That's how we get down down

That's how we get down

Yeah that's the way that we rollin'

That's how we get down {bang}

That's how we get down down

That's how we get down

Yeah that's the way that we roll

That's how we get down

[Verse 1: Grafh]

My Queens niggas rep-reppin

My OG's avoided a death sentence

They disrespect it to get questioned

We don't die, we multiply like a we Gremlin

They say the white man is keepin down

Well you black and the fuckin sun's keepin' you brown

So word hard, I grind and I plot for robbery

The front is gonna be the first time that I shot somebody

My goons dropped somebody, my goons drop somebody

Don't let your moms fool you, you are not somebody

So don't talk to me, you get popped tryna polly

I got a good ass lawyer I get shot for a body

I never see a cell I get locked in the lobby

Come home in a drop-top Ferrari

I got a Glock loaded with hot tamales

That pop shots the size of broccoli

[Foxy Brown]

Blackhand

[Hook]

B-K be on deck

Brooklyn, lame niggas get hit

That's how we get down

My niggas animals, blew

The hammer goes blew

The cannon balls bew

That's how we get down {bang}

That's how we get down down

That's how we get down

Yeah that's the way that we rollin'

That's how we get down {bang}

That's how we get down down

That's how we get down

Yeah that's the way that we roll

That's how we get down

[Verse 2: Foxy Brown]

I've been a star since a virgin in high school

Since the age of fourteen I've been a rap bitch version of Michael

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 rivals

I'm back bitches! The return of ya Idol

F-to-the-O-X, B-double-O

Blackhand keep them Lambos and them black Impalas

I rep the Sty 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 rep 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

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Prinz]

I'm a gangsta, I know who is who

I got that good gene, sittin' on that Louis shoe

I'm from Queens homie, now who is you?

I let my pound loose, I got hit with duces

I don't give pounds, I don't do truces

I take my Remy straight, I don't do juices

I don't sex gooses, I don't do chickens

Strictly 5th Ave, I don't do picken

I got my hood clickin', while the plot thicken

Put them lights up, lift them macs up

Send hot gal scared bring them stacks up

Get my mink, ah, nah bring the racks up

Try to press Fox, y'all don't worry her

In the club y'all see me like a [?]

I'm worldwide, I'm all in ya area

I'm a gardener, I could plant fear in ya

[Hook]