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Open Book
Foxy Brown

Album(s): Ill Nana 2:the Fever
Added by: TONY_SUNSHINE
Date Added: 2004-07-07 22:42:00

Gavin I just drink a red bull baby
Red I'm revived man
Oh my gawd... brooklyn
(you got it, you got it)

Bust that gat if you feel that bold
Spit that spit that flow if you feel that cold
Who that? if you feel that our beef got real then bet your deal
I promise that my words will kill
Pop that! crack that mo' if you feel her flow
Blow that, blow that dro let your eyes hang low
Who that? who that be in the new black z
F o x nigga there's no better than me
Fox 5 cocksuckas now who better than we?
And wit rah dollah lock still who fucking wit he?
I bring forth the fev, the negativity, the crisis
Y'all niggas understand why I writes this
I should be talking to oprah like the ghetto jehovah
I'm door to door with my flow i..
Talk how I live it what you see is how I get it
I'm ill I'm sick wit it fuck y'all think I'm a gimmick
I'm the best that ever did it, one love to shante
My friend who was fox back then
Y'all don't understand I had jay she had shane
And I rocked chinchillas how she rocked dalpha dan

Everything I say is open book
When I spit these bars I don't need no hook
Ya see everything I say is open book
When I spit these bars I don't need no hook

Hold that, hold ya dough I'mma show you flow
Slow that, flow you roll I'mma coach ya flow
Know that critical flow come from the mind of the sick
And since that say that I'm seven it's only right that fit
Seven years through the blood, sweat, and tears
Almost caught a brain tumor tryna escape all these rumors
Went insane for a second when I crash the range
But that's the price of the fame I must live with this pain
Why don't y'all mention my name?
Fox is not a mime I don't read between lines and

When I write it's a open book
When I spit these bars I don't need no hook
Ya see everything I write is open book
When I spit these bars I don't need no hook
But everything I write is open
And when I spit these bars I don't need no hook nigga

I need another red bull man
I mean these things get me so focus yeah
I mean bitches just don't spit like this man
I should be compared to niggas
I'm one of the five elites
Can't no class define me man


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