[Intro: Method Man]
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One time...
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Huhh, all up in ya like a bone when I...
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Johnny Blaze, the Iron Lung
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Foxy Brown, the Ill Na Na (yeah, c'mon, yeah, c'mon)
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Destination... (c'mon, c'mon) plat'
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[Verse One: Foxy Brown]
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Yo Na Na so Ill, first week out
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Shipped a half a mil, niggaz freaked out
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She's all about sex, pard-on, check your facts
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and the track record, I'm all about plaques
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Shakin my ass half naked, lovin this life
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Waitin for Kim album to drop, knowin it's tight
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Standin center stage, closin the show holdin a gat
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Since you opened up, I know you're hopin it's wack
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Niggaz, screamin my name on record straight whylin
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Maybe I'll answer back when you reach a hundred thousand
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This is ladies night, and the Mercedes's tight
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When I'm coming home? Maybe tonight
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Leave my food by the microwave, kiss the baby goodnight
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It's my time to shine it's playtime tonight
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I'ma try to stand my ground, know when I fall
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I left your ass Home Alone, hopin I call
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[Chorus: Method Man]
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Who's got the illest pussy on the planet?
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Sugar walls comin down niggaz can't stand it, the Ill Na Na
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True Absolut Vodka, straight shots
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for the has-beens and have-nots, dolla dolla
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Real and it don't stop, we movin up
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First the mansion then the yacht, sound proper
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Straight cash get got, bloodhounds
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tryin to hunt down the Brown Fox, the Ill Na Na
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[Verse Two: Foxy Brown]
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No more sexin me all night, thinkin it's alright
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While I'm lookin over your shoulder, watchin the hall light
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You hate when it's a ball right? Ladies this ain't handball
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Nigga hit these walls right before I call Mike
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In the morning when it's all bright, eggs over easy
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Hope you have my shit tight when I open my eyes
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While I'm eatin gettin dressed up, this ain't yo' pad
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I left some money on the dresser, find you a cab
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No more, sharin I pain, sharin I made
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It's time to outslick niggaz, ladies sharin our game
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Put it in high gear, flip the eye wear
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Nas Ruled the World but now it's my year
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And from, here on I solemnly swear
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To hold my own like Pee Wee in a movie theater (uh-huh)
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Yeah I don't need a man's wealth (yeah)
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But I can do bad (bad) by my damn self (self)
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And uhh...
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[Chorus]
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[Method]
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Uhh... vodka...
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Not... not...
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Dolla dolla... stop stop...
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C'mon c'mon... yah, it's the Ill Na Na
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[Verse Three: Foxy Brown]
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No more Waitin To Exhale, we takin deep breaths
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Ladies take this over, I be Fox so peep this
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Love thyself with no one above thee
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Cause ain't nobody gon' love me like me
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If he, don't Do The Right Thing like Spike Lee
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Bye bye wifey make him lose his Nike's (uh uh, yeah)
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Hit the road
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Mami told me in order to, find a Prince
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you gotta kiss some toads
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[Chorus]
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Ill Na Na
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Foxy Brown |