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Hood Scriptures Lyrics - Broken Silence - Foxy Brown

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, till I can't or I'm covered by maggots 

I straight spaz it and let y'all have it 

Blaow! 

 

[Chorus: x2] 

Zahran ana wahdee 

Leelah warra leelah 

You meen gheyrak ashkeelah? 

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, till the law say I can't or I'm finished 

Pour the guinness, I'm a straight menace! 

Blaow! 

 

[Chorus] 

 

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, till they kill me I'm ballin' and spending 

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

Blaow! 

 

[Chorus] 

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