What Y'all Niggas Want?

(-Intro-) AZ [Foxy Brown]

Brooklyn [Ugh]

[That's right] Quiet Money for life

[Brooklyn shit] Black Sopranos

Yall know what this is

[AZ]

Niggas wanna, sound like me

Get down like me

Wanna eat, fuckin' drink, lounge around like me

Who dick bigga? Who stay bent? Who piss liquor?

Who whip sicka? Yall some bitch niggas!

See I'm still loaded, Still getting that dough

Who jeeps deep wit drops? Still gettin' at hoes

Mama bear told me stop slackin', shapin' the mold

Make these rap niggas get on they toes [Ugh]

Now I'm more vane, See, I'm more insane

More and more, everyday the streets calling my name

I'ma spaz like, who want what? I'm that nice

With cash like, sheeit, I aint gotta flash twice

So ball with me, Be grateful the lord sent me

Absorb in me, Let off the semi 'til its all empty

Tall or skinny, Small, hardcore, or friendly

Feast yo' eyes on what the world envy

(-Hook-) Foxy Brown [AZ]

What yall niggas want nigga?

Ugh, Fuck yall niggas want?

[You heard?] Uh-huh, ugh, whoa

[What yall niggas want nigga?]

[See, This is Brooklyn, this Brooklyn shit]

[AZ] (Foxy Brown)

Since Sugar Hill, Shit got reala

Got more illa, more of not givin' a fuck

More guerilla

More paper chasin' only means more scrilla

So, Cross me now and believe I'll kill ya

More kidnappin' niggas, They snatch ya, come kill ya

Tape and handcuff up, and cap peel ya

Its that reala

Hit ya, back split ya

Keep that mac wit ya, or get left with the cracks wit' ya

It's Sos' nigga, Live in the flesh, Up close nigga

Hope you bought that toast wit' ya [Uh-huh]

'Cause i'ma move like, so smooth like, whos hype?

I'm all Brooklyn, and my crews tight

Benz [ugh] Jags [ugh] Range [whoa] Vogues [uh huh]

Henny [ugh] Cris [whoa] Remy [uh-huh] Mo [what!]

Niggas [ugh] Gotta [ugh] Feel this [yea, yea niggas] Flow

[Ugh, Brooklyn] YOU KNOW!

What yall know about 60 diamonds in one chain

4 coupes, 2 cadillacs, and 1 range

100 mothafuckas all under, one name

And we aint come to shower, we came to reign!

[Foxy Brown]

And it's the Fox to the

5 niggas got them glocks to ya

We on ya block, like how not could ya?

It's the dough and the 6-series, windows tinted

Flow like whoa! Bitch, mind yo' business

This is big pimpin', broads stiffen when the teams mentioned

We comin' through wit' the bling drenchin'

So test who? Ya whole crew'll get two through they vest too

So fuck you, Diddy don't dickride now, that slut too

Yall mothafuckas know how Fox and Sos' do (uh-huh)

It's so true, It's nothin' to post a toast to

Brook'Nam, Shook ones, Get aired like sitcoms

Blowin' the X-5, wit' the 20 inches shoes on, NIGGA! (ugh)

(AZ & Foxy Brown)

Benz [ugh]

Jags [ugh]

Range [whoa]

Vogues [uh huh]

Henny [ugh]

Cris [whoa]

Remy [uh-huh]

Mo [what!]

Niggas [ugh]

Gotta [ugh]

Feel this glow [yea, yea niggas]

[Ugh, Brooklyn]

YOU KNOW!

What yall know about 60 diamonds in one chain

4 coupes, 2 cadillacs, and 1 range

100 mothafuckas all under, one name

And we aint come to shower, we came to reign! [UGH!]