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