[Intro: Foxy Brown & Havoc]
Uh, uh-huh, Firm
Infamous, Brooklyn (Uh), QB
[Chorus: Foxy Brown, Foxy Brown & Havoc]
My mind is the drama that got me lookin' back constant
Some don shit, Foxy, get ready to bomb shit
Blink a eye, miss the comet, the calmness
It's not a threat, it's the promise
[Verse 1: Foxy Brown]
Who be the mahogany mami? The slanted eyes
Hold it down, Boogie, Fox, you bitch niggas strip
You web niggas dead on, get fucked and wet on
Shitted on, I'm on the low, fuckin' with don like Ronald
Thirty-inch, full Strano
Million, sophisticado, illy Movado
Firm's baby girl, my fam be my whole world
It figures 'cause she'd die for them niggas
Doe or die status, mama be the baddest
From Brooklyn to Queensbrige, it's pure havoc
Havoc, we on a job, fuckin' with Mobb
They had the drop on 'em
The slanted eyes peep the rocks on 'em
He kinda jig' and he bubblin' big
Dig a hole holdin', Sos', watch his cash start foldin'
It's bet, though, twenty G craps wet though
Nas you shoulda seen the nigga jet, though
Had it on blast, shoulda seen me shakin' all of my ass
It cost me, I threw the gas, thug nigga turnin' real saucy
Firm lay low, I'ma play if you say so
So stay close like I'm 'bout to twist baby bro
I laid it down, went a couple of rounds and tried to flaunt him
I threw it on him, now he's right where I want him
[Verse 2: Havoc]
Got my mind in crooked ways, saturated up in Alizé
You ain't a threat, nigga
So get big nigga baby girl crossin' over, send your soldiers
Touch her, fuck her, rush her, this world is colder
Like a day in December, 25th, son I got gift
For monkey motherfuckers that wanna rip
Get your shit split, pushed back, grill that ass, don't look back
Respect this, like a Lexus repo man, I took that
Fry cats to death, dog, like shop I'm gonna set more
Handwritten obituaries vocal through my chords
Lights out, just pull the nines out
Let's find out, pointin' shook ones, they pointin' dimes out
It ain't hard, straight up and down, you get your deck pulled
My hand is full of fake niggas, opposition
Expensive intuition fuck a rap competition
Gat expo, get a grip and never let go
The TEC blows, the rapper Noyd said, "That ass is wet though"
Triple P, paranoid plus petrol
Scared to death, put the pedal to the metal
Ghetto connections, Audi 4, take your section
You only get one chance, ain't no second guessin'
We blessin', peepin' your style, them never testin'
Lessons of life, walk the night with your weapon
[Chorus: Havoc, Havoc & Foxy Brown]
Son, it's the drama that got me lookin' back constant
Some don shit, Foxy, get ready to bomb shit
Blink an eye, miss the comet, the calmness
It's not a threat, it's the promise
[Verse 3: Foxy Brown]
Fox Boogs, what up? They get the jack, what the fuck?
Locked up, the thug nigga took a L, nigga bitched up
The snake niggas slither like Jake, ain't all great
Ain't no threat, done fuckin' with them niggas that's fake
They got though, pushin' a 850 auto
They sayin' nada, they know The Firm gettin' nachos
Cheddar like whatever, I see money frontin' in the land
I got him, I got me a fuck and his man
Murderous mami, I threw the kiss, he was hist'
Ooh, shoulda seen that ill Rollie on his wrist
It seem like he fuckin' with cream somethin' mean
You'll be straight with his eight and dead him on all his heron
Realistically, papi is history
Mami, I got this, chill papa, let me rock this
I'm fuckin' with fours to cop this, let me plot this
Ice, he nuttin' nice, if he front, take his life
At the Shark Bar fuckin' with Duke, him and his mans
Really frontin', boo, got on the red velour Fila suit
Here come my niggas now in the black Hummer stuntin'
Yeah, that's The Firm, jig the fuck up and body somethin'
What up now, duke? His eyes cried from the inside
I seen all of his fears 'cause he about to fry
He looked at me through his right eye, was like
"Mami why?" I felt fucked up, I can't lie
He was shook, 'Mega opened his chest, ain't nothin' left
But the sky blue land, and that niggas last breath, last breath
[Chorus: Foxy Brown]
My mind is the drama that got me lookin' back constant
Some don shit, Foxy, get ready to bomb shit
Blink an eye, miss the comet, the calmness
It's not a threat, it's the promise
My mind is the drama that got me lookin' back constant
Some don shit, Foxy, get ready to bomb shit
Blink an eye, miss the comet, the calmness
It's not a threat, it's the promise
[Outro: Foxy Brown]
Yeah, it's not a threat, uh
Mobb Deep, Havoc and Foxy
Duo, uh, to the death, baby
Firm, Escobar 600, Sosa, Mega, Ice
Grand Wiz, where you at, baby?
Queensbridge, Don 'pu
The whole Brooklyn, pretty boy
Mhm, yeah
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