Album by: Ill Na Na II - The Fever

Artist by: Foxy Brown

Uh-huh

A and loc

(99 def jam)

Tell me what yall want, whoa

Ugh, anybody want it?

Come see me, what?

Neno, I said it, fame

I flows sicker like

Tote quicker like

Na na pop like spit hotness

Chicks love to gossip

Catch me in my crop like

I spit flames na na

Whats my name, na na

Like I am that chick prada want b**ch

Rude gal I bop holder

Big gat, big things, taiwan like

I'm undisputed

Know yall got to bow when you see

Whats my name? na na

Like I'm that chick pushing big six

Little broad 5 foot talk bigness like

See my clique ride big stiff

Like swiss hole you know? handcuff like

Supremeness, yall broads is ancient

Ill bank your whole wrist

Top draft pick like

I'm the prince nasheem of this

Come test me and leave with your vest swiss cheese like

1 - na na be like

Floorless ice wrists

Sassy a** chick I started this here

Na na be like

Sexy with class

Got your man in the corner try-na freak my whoa! (oh)

Na na be like

Holdin it down

All my thugs screaming fox when I come around

Na na be like

Running this here

Gonna have you broke chicks all running this year, whoa

My wrist think, light gray

Call me sun-splash heir, pure wetness, whoa

I switched up, put the six up

Everybody want chopsticks, rock bold wrists, whoa

I've done this, spit hotness

Na na tote big fifth

Whats my name? na na, whoa

Its my cat they could come lick

On my breast that they all wanna come kiss, whoa

Its on me they see when they want truthness

Its you that they see when they want bull , whoa

Its my car that they wanna go get

On my rock that they wanna come stick, whoa

I'm the chick thatll drop my

Before I leave yall wan pay nice price whoa

Its my life that they wanna live like

Its my flow that honey wanna sound like, whoa

Repeat 1

Snitches wanna test my aim

I spray sick like lunatic

You better keep pushin your back

You not threat me yet, you wanna try na na?

Pure gun shot, I need a punani-dani

Me and shop with a boy not proportionate

Even idiot, can still ride, come and whoop that

Eh, eh, na na talk greasy what?

Eh, eh, and whos the a** wanna see me

My diamonds is blue streak

You tito brand, money wash my hands, soprano style

Nubian chanel purse

You think you're nice then sneak behind my verse

So bow down whats my name

Na na like, na na like

Repeat 1 till end