Lyrics: FOXY BROWN "730" (0/2)

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Whoa, whoa

What the plurrr is this, YO!

They say I'm 730, say I spaz out

FB is ill, she'll wild out

Can y'all feel my pain?

I can't let it slide

How could I smile when I'm hurtin' so bad inside?

Yo how can we start this? My life is thorough never heartless

Yo how can we start this

I laid it down from the gate to the St Louis arches

My life is thorough never heartless

From the Windy city to the streets in Cali

I laid it down from the Gate to the St Louis arches

To them streets in Houston, my niggas always boostin'

From the windy city to the streets in Cali

Some bitches always holla, how they don't spend a dolla?

To them streets in Houston

But that's because they ain't got it now tell me where's the logic

My niggas always boostin'

And if I talk it, I've done did it or about to do it

Some bitches always holla

I'm makin' anthems, got a million niggas bouncin' to it

How they don't spend a dolla

But that's because they ain't got it

Bust your guns

Now tell me where's the logic

And if I talk it - I've done

did it or about to do it

I'm making anthems, got a million

niggas bouncin' to it

Bust your guns!

And if that ain't enough then bust again

I've been thuggin' since B I Z made 'Just A Friend'

I've been thuggin' since B-I-Z made "Just A Friend"

Matter of fact ever since Flava Flav was rockin' clocks

Matter of fact ever since Flava

And even then there was no bitch that could compare to Fox

Flav was rockin' clocks

Let me head knock, pretty you wit' me right

And even then there was no bitch

that could compare to Fox

Let me head knock, Pretty you wit' me right

This Prada fit me tight, this Gucci fit me right

Who could quickly write like seven joints and it be tight?

Who could quickly write like seven

You know how hood we sound, you know it's Boogie Brown

joints and it be tight?

You know how hood we sound, you

know it's Boogie Brown

Yo they say I'm 730, say I spaz out

FB is ill, she'll wild out

But can y'all feel my pain?

I can't let it slide

How could I smile when I'm hurtin' so bad inside?

They say I'm 730, say I spaz out

FB is ill, she'll wild out

But can y'all feel my pain?

I can't let it slide

How could I smile when I'm hurtin' so bad inside?

Yo my life is full of problems, sometimes it's hard to dodge 'em

Yo my life is full of problems

So much you couldn't fathom, I wish, I didn't have them

Sometimes it's hard to dodge 'em

They say I'm 730, pretty but I rap too dirty

So much you couldn't fathom

The law is criticizin' me and probably never heard me

I wish I didn't have them

So what I crashed my range, my last name ain't changed

They say I'm 7-30, pretty but I rap too dirty

This time it's different though I'm not exploitin' names

The law is criticizing me and

Yeah I write my shit it's not a fuckin' game

probably never heard me

So what he wrote some songs, I blew him up the same

So what I crashed my Range

My last name ain't changed

I'm never duckin' dames, y'all know just where to find me

This time it's different though

I would've killed her but it just wouldn't be fair to mommie

I'm not exploiting names

Yeah I write my shit

It's not a fucking game

So what he wrote some songs

I blew him up the same

I'm never ducking dames

Y'all know just where to find me

I would've killed her but it just

wouldn't be fair to mommie

Imagine me doing time, Foxy behind bars

Not me the crime star, y'all bitches ain't worth it

Not me the crime star

Although my life ain't perfect, I'll never change a thing

Y'all bitches ain't worth it

Y'all want success but y'all don't know about the pain it bring

Although my life ain't perfect,

It's supposed to make you happy and keep your paper long

I'll never change a thing

This beat is kind of ill, how could you hate this song?

Y'all want success but y'all don't

know about the pain it bring

It's supposed to make you happy

and keep your paper long

This beat is kind of ill

How could you hate this song?

Yo they say I'm 730, say I spaz out

FB is ill, she'll wild out

But can y'all feel my pain?

I can't let it slide

How could I smile when I'm hurtin' so bad inside?

They say I'm 730, say I spaz out

FB is ill, she'll wild out

But can y'all feel my pain?

I can't let it slide

How could I smile when I'm hurtin' so bad inside?

Man some hoes is always yackin', like I can't make it happen

Man some hoes is always yackin'

Like they don't know my cash, like they don't know my past

Like I can't make it happen

Like they don't know my cash

Like they don't know my past

Especially pop star bitches with the soft image

So what I ain't with him, bitch he's off limits

So what I ain't with him

Be where I always be see who I choose to see

BITCH! He's off limits

Be where I always be

See who I choose to see

Although we're not together, his heart belong to me

See at times I think y'all bitches be confusing me

Like I'm somethin' sweet, shorty I'm still street

You're not on my level, and I won't stoop

And I'm the one that got you, kicked out your own group

And I'm the one that got you,

kicked out your own group

Chicks be always thinkin' that I'mma let it ride

I might not kill you but I'll hurt you till your dead inside

I might not kill you but I'll hurt

you till your dead inside

Third album and you still wanna test Brown

I'm so hood bitches know how boogie get down

It could be real drama It's still the ill na na

It could be real drama

There ain't a bitch wilda, any beef? Holla

It's still the Ill Na Na

There ain't a bitch wilda

Any beef? Holla!

They say I'm 730, say I spaz out

FB is ill, she'll wild out

But can y'all feel my pain?

I can't let it slide

How could I smile when I'm hurtin' so bad inside?

They say I'm 730, say I spaz out

FB is ill, she'll wild out

But can y'all feel my pain?

I can't let it slide

How could I smile when I'm hurtin' so bad inside?

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