Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Promise, artist - Foxy Brown. Date of issue: 31.12.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Promise |
| Uh, uh huh, Firm |
| Infamous |
| The Brook-lyn, Q-B |
| My mind is the drama that got me lookin' back constant |
| Some Don shit, Foxy, get ready to bomb shit |
| Blink a eye, missed the comment |
| The calmest, it’s not a threat, it’s the promise |
| Who be the mahogany mami, the slanted eyes |
| Hold it down, Boogie Fox, you bitch niggas strip |
| You web niggas 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 niggas |
| 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’mma 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 |
| 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 Russia, this world is colder |
| Like a day in December 25th, son I got gift |
| From monkey, motherfuckers, that wanna 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 niggas 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 |
| Son, it’s the drama that got me lookin' back constant |
| Some Don shit, Foxy, get ready to bomb shit |
| Blink a eye, missed the comment |
| The calmest, it’s not a threat, it’s the promise |
| Fox Boogs, whattup, they get the jack, what the fuck |
| Locked up, the thug nigga took a L nigga bitched up |
| The snake niggas slither like Jake, ain’t all great |
| Ain’t no threat, done fuckin' with them niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas last breath |
| Last breath |
| My mind is the drama that got me lookin' back constant |
| Some Don shit, Foxy, get ready to bomb shit |
| Blink an eye, missed the comment |
| The calmest, it’s not a threat, it’s the promise |
| Yeah, it’s not a threat |
| Uh, Mobb Deep, Havoc, and Foxy |
| Duo, uh, 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 |