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The Chase Lyrics - Ill Na Na - Foxy Brown

Uh yeah uh, The Firm 

Lust, hate, envy, jealousy 

Connivin niggaz 

Nigga nature, uh, yeah 

 

Jumped out the ride, floss high, black tie 

Cocoa to lye, three guys, slanted eyes 

I shoulda tried, sweet thugs stay dove 

Up in the Land, crash bar ill beam 

They threw this CREAM, my whole team must fiend 

The ghetto dream, Fox Boog, jigged up 

Stay in the cut like WHAT, layin in the Bentleys 

stoned, flossed on, me and Capone 

Picasso, Mardi Gras, play the low in a six-double-oh 

Benz chrome, dominicano 

Superstar Lila Escobar holy matrimon' 

Tied to The Firm, die for The Firm 

So help me God, street life played right 

I got his wife, hemmed up, in bun 

Nigga two to the gut 

 

[Chorus] 

Nowhere to rest nigga, nowhere to hide 

It's a high speed chase and death is on my mind 

Will I fall or fail who call the shots it's all real 

Firm, get on your job, niggaz, what the deal 

 

Mahogany Brown laid it down, shoulda seen her 

Threw the heater, to the grill, it was real 

Pure steel, my niggaz peel murderin, gunnin through Queens 

in Beams, forty-four chrome, Mac-11 stow it in they jeans 

Pretty thugs, Firm team 

hold it down, we hold the crown 

Got it locked rock shop, heron caught 

Out of town breeze through, he had a Z2 baby blue 

no clue, we had this whole life planned 

Call the fam lay low, Firm style let it flow 

 

[Chorus: x2] 

 

He was dressed, in a sky blue Guess 

Eva wrecks, we played the left, no threat 

We had him shook, couldn't look, dripped sweat 

He coulda fried, I seen his eyes, yeah nigga 

'Mega fly, Doe or Die, fifty eye ay 

Cop way Firm stray, high stake Boo 

Ill booth how we do, Boogie top gun 

Phillipine black thing, you know the stee Dunn 

A-filliation, caramel brown 

Ill style complexion, you know the deal 

How we roll, like a vir-gin, on the low 

Yeah Boo get your swerve on, how we do 

crew Boog's got it locked bigga, for the crew 

hold it down niggaz fo' peala, fo' killa 

Fo'reala, hoe squeala, they know the deala 

Shit is reala, Firm for real 

 

[Chorus: x2] 

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