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Lil' Kim Diss
Foxy Brown

Featuring: Charli Baltimore
Added by: TONY_SUNSHINE
Date Added: 2005-02-08 20:08:56

Charli:
Bitches grab ya tits if you love hip-hop
Shit my 34 a's be never fogazy
Hoes don't know where they place be huh
Bmore do door to door you could face me ma
All that shit to yourself you done overdid
Stuck between labels cause they overbid
Play the cut late nights ma hold ya head
Cause I wont miss with the blade like hova did
Told yall can't cut up wanna fuck with this
Make my name hot in you like I burnes it
Chuck bmore biatch you heard of it
If not even better personal vendetta
Peep the letters b-m-o-r-e
T.v ban like my nigga n-o-r-e
Shit you sick ma so are we
Sick with a bitch with a bitch oh are we
Ya day job stick with it
Pussy stay with that quiet hatin'
Holla and make me wake out of my hibernation
You forgot who discovered the bitch
Thuggin' with this
Ring all bling while you was guzzlin' dick
I admit I came in the game for dough
Came in the game to blow you lame you know
It's the illadelph ma better rep ya state
Place ya bet the only thing I lose is weight.


Foxy:
Got my mind right, money right
Ready for war with them four fours out
Bout to air these hoes out. whatever
Bitch if you knew better you'd do better
And spit better something and stop fronyin' bitch
I'm focused man I'm sick with it
Sick niggas with it put two through ya fitted
Holla lil' niggas goin at nana
Like them niggas want part of this dram
However niggas want it we could do it
Whatever, whoever
Whichever way yall nigga come get it I'm with it dog
What yall know about reppin the "k"
In that all blue and gray
From nostrind to slosson
Yall runnin around like two flutes
Doo girl in the basement talking real loose man
Like my niggas wont let they nines loose
Empty shells through ya wife beater
Holla at us. we the truth
How the fuck you rep the hood and only slide through then video shoots boy
Aint nann bitch want it witch fox
Like these broads really want it with fox
I'm the only bitch seen walkin in chanel loaf tops
Shit in '97 bitch I been reppin
It's still boog, still hood
Tell me how yall ship a million and still scan wood
We rep the same hood only difference is
Why the fuck niggas never see kim in the hood
Biatch!


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