Foxy Brown
Foxy Brown - 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 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 Exactly 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 Obviously Sounds like Bonnie and Clyde to me [Foxy] 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 [Jay-Z] 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 [Chorus] [Jay-Z'] 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