Foxy Brown - Hood Scriptures lyrics

HEY, you're 'bout to hear the most incredible shit ever written

Hard spittin', cigar splittin'

PRAY, to your god and to them words in the Biblical scriptures

Critical bitch must, flow to the shit that just fit her

RODE, with the best auto that money can buy me

The best damn mami, Def Jam signed me

HOES, you know they'll never compare to my status

Nothin' matters, I'm the fuckin' baddest see

FAME, is worth it if you got money to match it

I'm hotter than acid and don't even practice

GAME, guess I got it at birth from my momma

Ill Na Na, real drama, see I

BALL, til' I can't or I'm covered by maggots

I straight spaz it and let y'all have it

BLOAW!

Hey...I'm speakin' to the hood!

SPLURGE,when I'm gettin' my money it's nothin'

Always bussin', flows is disgustin'

WOAH, I'm constantly multiplying my digits

Fox the richest, please no pictures

ONES, that I be countin' be keepin' me smilin'

We out wildin', shout to the island!

DUN, I keep it gangsta for all of my soldiers

It's so over, keep y'all composure

STYLE, when we want and we love when they hate us

Don't debate us, flow's not contagious

FOUL, we can be if y'all niggas provoke us

Buenos noches, do not approach us

FLOSS, til the law say I can't or I'm finished

Pour the Guiness, I'm a straight menace!

BLOAW!

Hey...I'm speakin' to the hood!

KNOW, what I built I ain't tryin' to mess up

Barbie dressed up, you're just my successor

WHOA, I hear your company's holdin' that budget

I always thug it hood for the public

BENZ, my CREAM material's iller than average

Lots of baggage, shopping savage and my

FANS, say that my album is close to a classic

They don't, gas it, y'all gots to have it

SHOES, got to be Christian or Gucci or Prada

Who could stop her, ain't a bitch, hotter

LOSE, you always will when you go against Foxy

Wrist, rocky, y'all bitches watch me

RISE,til they kill me I'm ballin' and spending

Laws I'm bendin' til my life is endin', now!

BLOAW!

Hey...I'm speakin' to the hood!