Lyrics Hood Scriptures - Foxy Brown

Hood Scriptures

Hard spittin, cigar splittin
Pray, to your God and to them words in the biblical scriptures
Critical bitch must, flow to the shit that just fit her
Rode, with the best auto that money can buy me The best damn mami, def jam signed me Hoes, you know theyll never compare to my status
Nothin matters, Im the fuckin baddest see
Fame, is worth it if you got money to match it Im hotter than acid and dont even practice
Game, guess I got it at birth from my momma
Ill na na, real drama, see i Ball, til I cant or Im covered by maggots
I straight spaz it and let yall have it Bloaw!
Hey… im speakin to the hood!
Splurge, when Im gettin my money its nothin
Always bussin, flows is disgustin
Woah, Im constantly multiplying my digits
Fox the richest, please no pictures
Ones, that I be countin be keepin me smilin
We out wildin, shout to the island!
Dun, I keep it gangsta for all of my soldiers
Its so over, keep yall composure
Style, when we want and we love when they hate us Dont debate us, flows not contagious
Foul, we can be if yall niggas provoke us Buenos noches, do not approach us Floss, til the law say I cant or Im finished
Pour the guiness, Im a straight menace!
Bloaw!
Hey… im speakin to the hood!
Know, what I built I aint tryin to mess up Barbie dressed up, youre just my successor
Whoa, I hear your companys holdin that budget
I always thug it hood for the public
Benz, my cream materials iller than average
Lots of baggage, shopping savage and my Fans, say that my album is close to a classic
They dont, gas it, yall gots to have it Shoes, got to be christian or gucci or prada
Who could stop her, aint a bitch, hotter
Lose, you always will when you go against foxy
Wrist, rocky, yall bitches watch me Rise, til they kill me Im ballin and spending
Laws Im bendin til my life is endin, now!
Bloaw!
Hey… im speakin to the hood!