Foxy Brown

Foxy Brown - Z Bonnie And Clyde Part Ii lyrics

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Bonnie and Clyde shit
 You hear me?
 Smell me?
 That's right
 I'ma take this one straight to the top
 It ain't takin' away
 We smash it, scrape scrape
 It's real like that, you know what I mean?
 Bonnie and Clyde forever y'all

 [Jay-Z & Foxy]
 Gun check
 Go over the plan
 I'm gonna pull up to the joint slow then hop out the van
 Nah don't hop out, slide out
 Lookin' like a knockout
 Show a little thigh
 Make this nigga's eyes pop out
 Cease him with the cleavage
 I want you to make this nigga believe he 'bout eat it
 Then let him see a fist
 Two gun totin' I seen done stole it
 Ain't nothin' gonna stop me and honey from rollin
 Yeah we done promotin'
 We come for the coke and
 All the money in the spot
 Act funny- get shot
 Nigga hands high
 And I hope none of you niggas got plans to die
 We can't stand goodbyes
 Take history
 Me and this bitch will be like 5 years together, right?
 Damn, seems like forever
 We trade shots
 We spray blocks
 And we never fail
 And we stay hot

 [Chorus - Jay-Z & Foxy]
 Would you die for your nigga?
 Yeah I'd die for my nigga
 Would you ride for your nigga?
 I'd get sly for my nigga
 Would you live for your nigga?
 Super big for you nigga
 Would you bid for your nigga?
 Shit, you my nigga- would you ride for me?
 Rapper rivalry
 Would you die for me?
 I'd hang high from a tree
 They ain't ready for us nigga
 Sounds like Bonnie and Clyde to me

 I protect you like a vest
 I'm the lady with a 380 special
 Right next to you
 Glock poppin'
 Y'all stalkers
 Two guns, two hun
 Get down
 I tear this whole shit down
 Thang over vault
 Pull bank jobs
 I banged ya skull when I aimed to sprawl
 Y'all niggas can't do a thing to this broad
 My bullets hurt the same as y'alls
 I've been taught by the best
 Stored at the breast
 Ran a niggas shit
 Crossin' my chest
 Life on the line said prayers under my breath
 I knew I'd be all right because right there to my left...right

 Hover baby
 Told you baby
 Big gun right over your left shoulder baby
 Same nigga that taught you how to hold an .80 baby
 >From day one 'til we old and crazy
 Let's kill the world


 Renovate chemical
 The bank robbers in
 Our routine is like St. Bernards swimmin'
 Everybody hits the floor
 Guys and women
 Kids rush for the door
 Keep your cries to a limit
 Time check mom, we got about 5 minutes
 Before the authorities rush
 And the FBI's in it
 That teller's up to something
 Look, his eyes are squinted
 Don't let that button be the reason why you're finished
 Yeah, the sky's the limit
 Until we reach B.I.G
 Meet Jesus, confess to him all the shit we did
 Gotta reverse the six
 Let's smirk
 Head jerk
 Almost got whiplash
 We got a shitload of cash
 Throws it in the stash
 Long as we keep shit in like this
 Shit, ain't nothin' fuckin' with this
 You my Clyde for life
 I'm your Bonnie like this
 I can see us gettin' rich like this nigga

 [Chorus & Ad-lib to fade
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