Foxy Brown and AZ - Too Real
Uh-huh, yeah
Ayo
It's the Ill Na Na baby
Brooklyn
Let's get it in
Yeah
I've been a star since a virgin in high school
Since the age of fourteen, I've been the rap bitch version of Michael
And I don't know who 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 right ones
I'm back bitches, the retun of your idol
F-to-the-o-x, B-double-O
Black hand keep them Lambos and them black Impalas, oh
I rip the style, 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 in the Feds, but he left his legacy in killa
I keep my killas on that Brooklyn shit (uh-huh)
Fox rep the borough 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
Next blakka Miss
It's like I'm in my own fuckin' world, I speak how I feel
Sometimes I feel like I'm just too fuckin' real
Foxy Brown, uh, what the deal is?
They ain' got a clue what we about to do
It's like I'm in my own fuckin' world, I speak how I feel
Sometimes I feel like I'm just too fuckin' real (FB)
Foxy Brown, uh, what the deal is? (You know what it is)
They ain't, they ain't got a clue what we about to do (AZ of course)
What up, Boogz? You know I would if I could
Bring the hood on the V.I., my man from C.I
Said his broad was in the mess hall with you at child time
Lookin' like you was right at your crib in Alpine (chillin')
No signs of a worryin' face
I know you sprayed, if your beard wasn't so soft
Probably help you escape
But on the real, we never got a chance to build
With all the bullshit somebody shoulda told you to chill
To the steel, so many rappers lost they mind
Like twenty-five to life never forced they mind
Your moms cryin', we spoke, I almost choked
Was there the same day they brought yo' ass up in the Post
It's getting close, see you soon, sometime in June
Utilize the rec rooms for yo' mind to bloom (uh-huh)
A flesh wound always heal, but death, that's it (that's it)
I'ma go now, but let that sit (let that sit)
It's like I'm in my own fuckin' world, I speak how I feel
Sometimes I feel like I'm just too fuckin' real
Foxy Brown, uh, what the deal is?
They ain' got a clue what we about to do
It's like I'm in my own fuckin' world, I speak how I feel
Sometimes I feel like I'm just too fuckin' real
Foxy Brown, uh, what the deal is?
They ain't, they ain't got a clue what we about to do
It's like I'm in my own fuckin' world, I speak how I feel
Sometimes I feel like I'm just too fuckin' real
Foxy Brown, uh, what the deal is?
They ain' got a clue what we about to do
It's like I'm in my own fuckin' world, I speak how I feel
Sometimes I feel like I'm just too fuckin' real
Foxy Brown, uh, what the deal is?
They ain't, they ain't got a clue what we about to do
Written by:
Anthony S. Cruz, Patrick Baril, Ingrid Marchand
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