Foxy Brown f/ Method Man Ill Na Na Lyrics

Intro by Method Man:

One time... Huhh, all up in ya like a bone when I... Johnny Blaze, the Iron Lung Foxy Brown, the Ill Na Na (yeah, c'mon, yeah, c'mon) Destination... (c'mon, c'mon) plat'

Verse One:
Yo Na Na so Ill, first week out Shipped a half a mil, n____z freaked out She's all about s__, pardon, check your facts and the track record, I'm all about plaques Shakin my a__ half naked, lovin this life Waitin for Kim album to drop, knowin it's tight Standin center stage, closin the show holdin a gat Since you opened up, I know you're hopin it's wack n____z, screamin my name on record straight whylin Maybe I'll answer back when you reach a hundred thousand This is ladies night, and the Mercedes's tight When I'm coming home? Maybe tonight Meet my boo, by the microwave, kiss the baby goodnight It's my time to shine it's playtime tonight I'ma try to stand my ground, know when I fall I left your a__ Home Alone, hopin I call

Chorus by Method Man:

Who's got the illest p____ on the planet? Sugar walls comin down n____z can't stand it, the Ill Na Na True Absolut Vodka, straight shots for the has-beens and have-nots, dolla dolla Real and it don't stop, we movin up First the mansion then the yacht, sound proper Straight cash get got, bloodhounds tryin to hunt down the Brown Fox, the Ill Na Na

Verse Two:
No more s__in me all night, thinkin it's alright While I'm lookin over your shoulder watchin the whole night You hate when it's above right? Ladies this ain't handball n____ hit these walls right before I call Mike In the morning when it's all bright, eggs over easy Hope you have my sh~t tight when I open my eyes While I'm eatin gettin dressed up, this ain't yo' pad I left some money on the dresser, find you a cab No more, sharin I pain, sharin I made It's time to outslick n____z, ladies sharin our game Put it in high gear, f~ck the eye wear Nas Ruled the World but now it's my year And from, here on I solemnly swear To hold my own like Pee Wee in a movie theater (uh-huh) Yeah I don't need a man's wealth (yeah) But I can do bad (bad) by my d___ self (self) And uhh...

Repeat Chorus Method Man:

Uhh... vodka... Not... not... Dolla dolla... stop stop... C'mon c'mon... yah, it's the Ill Na Na

Verse Three:
No more Waitin To Exhale, we takin deep breaths Ladies take this over, I be Fox so peep this Love thyself with no one above thee Cause ain't nobody gon' love me like me If he, don't Do The Right Thing like Spike Lee Bye bye wifey make him lose his Nike's (uh uh, yeah) Hit the road Mami told me in order to, find a Prince you gotta kiss some toads

Repeat Chorus