Hood Scriptures - Foxy Brown

Written by：Gavin Marchand/Franklin Crum/E.A. Shedid/Y.A. Khabizi/Inga Marchand/Juan Cordova

Hey

You're 'bout to hear the most incredible sh*t ever written

Hard spittin' cigar splittin'

Pray to your God and to them words in the biblical scriptures

Critical b**ch must flow to the sh*t that just fit her

Rode with the best auto that money can buy me

The best d*mn mami def jam signed me

Hoes you know they'll never compare to my status

Nothin' matters I'm the f**kin' baddest see

Fame is worth it if you got money to match it

I'm hotter than acid and don't even practice

Game guess I got it at birth from my momma

I'll na na real drama see I

Ball till I can't or I'm covered by maggots

I straight spaz it and let y'all have it

Blaow

Zahran ana wahdee

Hey

Leelah warra leelah

You meen gheyrak ashkeelah

Hey I'm speakin to the hood

Zahran ana wahdee

Leelah warra leelah

You meen gheyrak ashkeelah

Splurge when I'm gettin' my money it's nothin'

Always bussin' flows is disgustin'

Woah I'm constantly multiplying my digits

Fox the richest please no pictures

Ones that I be countin' be keepin' me smilin'

We out wildin' shout to the island

Dun I keep it gangsta for all of my soldiers

It's so over keep y'all composure

Style when we want and we love when they hate us

Don't debate us flow's not contagious

Foul we can be if y'all n**gas provoke us

Buenos noches do not approach us

Floss till the law say I can't or I'm finished

Pour the guinness

I'm a straight menace

Blaow

Zahran ana wahdee

Hey

Leelah warra leelah

You meen gheyrak ashkeelah

I'm speakin' to the hood

Zahran ana wahdee

Leelah warra leelah

You meen gheyrak ashkeelah

Know what I built I ain't tryin' to mess up

Barbie dressed up

You're just my successor

Whoa I hear your company's holdin' that budget

I always thug it hood for the public

Benz my cream material's iller than average

Lots of baggage shopping savage and my

Fans say that my album is close to a classic

They don't gas it y'all gots to have it

Shoes got to be christian or gucci or prada

Who could stop her ain't a b**ch hotter

Lose you always will when you go against foxy

Wrist rocky y'all b**ches watch me

Rise 'till they kill me I'm ballin' and spending

Laws I'm bendin' 'til my life is endin' now

Blaow

Zahran ana wahdee

Hey

Leelah warra leelah

You meen gheyrak ashkeelah

I'm speakin' to the hood

Zahran ana wahdee

Leelah warra leelah

You meen adakhatti gheyrak ashkeelah

Hey hey hey