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On the mean streets of New York, everyone has a crew
Now the music industry has one of their very own. Violator
Entertainment present the most thrilling trio since Three
The Hard Way: Yogi, Chaddy-O, and the mighty Ha, The Cru
Well, once upon a time, let's see if I remember
Back in January
(Nah, chill, it was December)
Also coming...
In the summer of '96, we saw Nas Escobar captivate an entire
Industry. Little did we know when he stepped through the
Door, the firm he represented would be right behind him
¿Y qué carajo El Firm?
¿Y quién está maricando con 'Mega? Mamao
From the most lethal conglomerate on wax, Foxy Brown, AZ
Nas Escobar, and now introducing Cormega the Executive
This how it went down
I had to undergo therapy, not surgery
A nigga wetted me, but he didn't murder me, dun
I survived, he thought that I died
Now it's time to throw the nine clip in, mission revenge
Once was friends, but that shit's dead
That stupid motherfucker shoulda shot me in the head
And now for our feature presentation
Trackmaster Entertainment in conjunction with Violator
Entertainment bring to you Foxy Brown, The Album
What the hell do you think I'm running here, a chicken coop?
Foxy, the word's on the streets from New York to Cali, you're the
One, but you gotta be careful. There's a lot of haters in the game
(This bitch grossed thirty-seven thousand
Five hundred dollars working part time)
You know something, Foxy? You're headed for the top, straight ahead
And when you get there, you gotta stir it all up. You see
You're gonna make so much money, when you walk down the street
They're gonna think your pocket's got the mumps. Can you dig it?