Bonnie And Clyde, Pt2 Lyrics - Chyna Doll - Foxy Brown

Bust your guns, uh, uh, yeah 

Bonnie and Clyde shit 

You hear me? Smell me? 

(That's right, you know?) 

I'mma take this one straight to the top 

And he dare get in the way, we smash, scrape scrape 

It's real like that, you know what I mean? 

Follow, yo, yo, yo 

(Bonnie and Clyde forever y'all) 

Gun check 

Check 

Let's go over the plan 

I'mma pull up to the joint slow, then hop out the van 

Nah don't hop out, slide out lookin' like a knockout 

Show a little thigh, make this nigga's eyes pop out 

Seize him with the cleavage 

I want you to make this nigga believe he 'bout eat it 

I can let him see or feel 

Exactly 

Two gun totin', I seen dimes stole 

Ain't nothin' gonna stop me and hon from rollin' 

Yeah, we done promotin' 

We come for the coke and 

All the money in the spot 

Act funny, get shot 

Nigga, hands high 

And I hope none of y'all niggas got plans to die 

We can't stand goodbyes 

In history me and this bitch will be like 

Five years together, right? 

Damn, seem like forever 

We trade shots 

We spray blocks 

And we never fail 

Yeah, but we stay hot 

Now would you die for your nigga? 

Yeah I'd die for my nigga 

Would you ride for your nigga? 

I gets lie for my nigga 

Would you live for your nigga? 

Do up big for you nigga 

Would you bid for your nigga? 

Shit, you my nigga 

Would you ride for me? 

Rapper robbery 

Would you die for me? 

I hang high from a tree 

They ain't ready for us, nigga 

Obviously 

Sound like Bonnie and Clyde to me 

I protect you like a vest do 

I'm the lady with a 380 special right next to you 

Glock poppin' out the stock 

And it's two guns, two hun', get down 

I tear this whole shit down 

They ain't know the vault, pull bank jobs 

I banged ya squaw when I aims this rod 

Y'all niggas can't do a thing to this broad 

My bullets hurt the same as y'alls 

I've been taught by the best, extorted the rest 

Wearin' a niggas shit, crossin' my chest 

Life on the line, say prayers under my breath 

But knew I'd be 'aight 'cause right there to my left 

(Right) 

Over baby, told you baby 

Big gun right over your left shoulder baby 

Same nigga that taught you how to hold that 80 

From day one 'til we old and crazy 

Let's kill the world 

Now would you die for your nigga? 

Yeah I'd die for my nigga 

Would you ride for your nigga? 

I gets lie for my nigga 

Would you live for your nigga? 

Do up big for you nigga 

Would you bid for your nigga? 

Shit, you my nigga 

Ran up at Chemical 

The bank robbers in our routine is like St. Bernards swimmin' 

Everybody hit the floor, guys and women 

Kids rush for the door 

Keep your cry to a limit 

Time check ma, we got about 5 minutes 

Before the authorities rush and the FBI's in it 

That teller's up to something, look, his eyes are squinted 

Don't let that button be the reason why you're finished 

Yeah, the sky's the limit 'til we reach B.I.G 

Meet Jesus, confess to him all the shit we did 

Gotta reverse the six, let's murd' head jerk 

Almost got whiplash 

We got a shitload of cash 

Throws it in the stash 

Long as we keep shitin' like this 

Shit, ain't nothin' fuckin' with this 

You my Clyde for life 

I'm your Bonnie like this 

I can see us gettin' rich like this nigga 

Now would you die for your nigga? 

Yeah I'd die for my nigga 

Would you ride for your nigga? 

I gets lie for my nigga 

Would you live for your nigga? 

Do up big for you nigga 

Would you bid for your nigga? 

Shit, you my nigga