The Promise Lyrics - Ill Na Na - Foxy Brown

[Featuring Havoc] 

[Foxy] Uhh, uh-huh, Firm 

[Havoc] Infamous 

[Foxy] The Brook-lyn, Q-be 

[chorus] 

[Foxy] My mind is the drama, that got me lookin back 

[both] constant 

[Foxy] Some Don shit, Foxy, get ready to 

[both] bomb shit 

[Foxy] Blink a eye, missed the comment 

The calmest, it's not a threat, it's a promise, yeah 

[Verse One:] Foxy Brown 

Who be the, mahogany, mami, the slanted eyes 

Hold it down, Boogie Fox, you bitch niggaz strip 

You web niggaz dead on, get fucked and wet on 

Shitted on, I want a low, fuckin wit Don 

Like Ronald, thirty inch, fortistrano 

Mill-ion, sophisticado, ill movado 

The Firm's baby girl, my fam be my whole world 

It figures, cause she'd die for them niggaz 

Doe or Die status, ma-ma be the baddest 

From Brook-lyn to Queensbrige, it's pure Havoc, Havoc 

We on a job, fuckin wit Mobb 

They had the drop on em, the slanted eyes peep the rocks on em 

He kinda jig, and he bubblin big 

Dig a hole holdin, so's watch his cash start foldin 

And bet though, twenty G craps wet though 

Nas you shoulda seen the nigga jet though 

Had it on blast, shoulda seen me shakin all of my ass 

Of course me, I threw the gas, thug nigga turnin real saucy 

Firm lay low I'ma play if you say so 

So stay close like I'm bout to twist babe bro 

I laid it down, went a couple of rounds, and tried to flaunt him 

I threw it on him, now he's right where I want him 

[Verse Two: Havoc] 

Got my mind in crooked ways 

Saturated up in Alize, you ain't a threat nigga 

So get big nigga baby girl crossin over send your soldiers 

Toucha fuck a rusher, this world is colder 

Like a, day in December 25th Son I got gift 

From monkey, motherfuckers, that want to rip 

Get your shit split, pushed back, grill that ass don't look back 

Respect this, like a Lexus repo man I took that 

Five cats to death dog, like shop I'm gonna set more 

Handwritten obituaries vocal through my chords 

Lights out... just pull the nines out 

Let's find out, pointin shook ones, they pointin dimes out 

It ain't hard, straight up and down, you get your deck pulled 

My hand is full, of fake niggaz I position 

Expensive intuition fuck a rap competition 

Gat expo, get a grip and never let go 

The tet blows, the rapper Noyd said, "That ass is wet though" 

Triple P, paranoid plus petrol 

Scared to death, put the pedal to the metal 

Ghetto connections, Audi 4, take your section 

You only get once chance, ain't no second guessin 

We blessin, peepin your style, them never testin 

Lessons of life walk the night witcha weapon 

[chorus] reversed, Havoc takes the main and Foxy joins in 

Starts with "Son it's the drama" instead* 

Verse Three: Foxy Brown 

Fox Boogs, whattup, they get the jack, what the fuck 

Lucked up, the thug nigga took a L nigga bitched up 

The snake niggaz slither like Jake, ain't all great 

Ain't no threat Dunn, fuckin with them niggaz that's fake 

They got though, pushin a 850 auto, they sayin nada 

They know The Firm gettin nachoes 

Cheddar like whatever, I see money frontin in the Land 

I got him, I got me a fuck and his man 

Murderous mami, I threw the kiss, he was hist' 

Oooh, shoulda seen that ill Roley on his wrist 

It seem like he fuckin wit cream somethin mean 

You'll be straight with his eight, and dead him on all his heron 

Realistically, papi, is history, mami 

I got this, chill Pa Pa, let me rock this 

I'm fuckin wit fours to cock this, let me plot this 

Ice he nuttin nice, if he front, take his life 

At the Shark Bar, fuckin wit Duke, him and his mans 

Really frontin boo, got him the red velour Filas too 

Here come my niggaz now in the black Hummer stuntin 

Yeah that's The Firm, jig the fuck up and body sumpin 

Whattup now Duke, his eyes cried from the inside 

I seen all of his fears cause he about to fry 

He looked at me, through his right eye, was like 

"Mami why?" I felt fucked up, I can't lie 

He was shook, 'Mega opened his chest, ain't nuttin left 

But the sky blue Land, and that niggaz last breath 

Last breath... 

[chorus], Foxy alone all parts* (repeat 2X) 

Yeah, it's not a threat 

Uhh, Mobb Deep, Havoc, and Foxy 

Duo, uhh, sick to death baby 

Firm, Escobar 600, Sosa, Mega, Ice 

Grand Wiz where you at baby? 

Queensbridge, Don 'pu 

The whole Brook-lyn, pretty boy