[Foxy]
  Uhh, uh-huh, Firm
  [Havoc] Infamous
  [Foxy] The Brook-lyn, Q-B
  
  ' *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 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 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