Foxy Brown - If I... 
Uhh, c`mon yeah *laughter* 
Brooklyn, Brook-lyn, take it back, take it back 
If I... Fox Boogie, ragtop six drop 
Get caught, think not, light Brown 
Cause we`re not to be stopped 
If I... 

I came up fast in this crap game they call a rap game 
What the damn she`s killin it again from that dame 
Now every snake fake-faced O jig 
I`m like, just don`t sell me the `Bridge, I buy lakes 
Friends even bend rules, chicks I lent jewels 
Says, "She`s actin funny now, oh she`s got money now" 
Tryin to do my thing y`all, need you on my team 
But you aint gon` stop my dream, or block my cream 
I liked things better when you called me Ings 
A year before Rap City, way before Screen Scene 
`Fore they knew who Foxy was, you probably was 
The first to keep it real wit all my secrets concealed 
Things got ill the minute I got a deal 
And my time got shorter and you was havin a daughter 
Had to stop hopscotch, get off Iran 
Damn I wish we were still playin jump 
Chorus: repeat 2X 
If I could take this back I would 
If I could rewind the time to when it was all good 
I would, take it back to when we said good-bye 
If I... 
My so-called man thinkin he slick cause I stay on tour 
Thought he`d never get caught tryin to play on whores 
I cried as my keys was scrapin the car doors 
From the trunk, to the hood, by the wheel and the floor 
Exposed my vulnerable side, had me open wide 
Said you forever keep it real, but you lied 
Was the first to feel inside, the Ill Na Na 
Had me thirst when you whispered to me, "How it feel mama?" 
Yeah, but don`t hurt it, I like the way you work it 
No Diggity, don`t stop get busy 
Blew up your pager, checked your clothes 
Duked your house keys, stole your beeper code 
What happened to the Mo`s and the occasional roses 
Massages and the bubble baths, rubbin my toes as 
I realize you was just misleadin me 
I shoulda known, you left your last chick to be with me 
Chorus 
Mommy dearest tried to prepare us for a lot ahead 
You never heard, preferred to smoke your lye instead 
On the one to one combo told me you`d die for bread 
That`s why I spend these nights, cryin in the bed 
You had the deep dish six, your rep was widespread 
I tried to intervene you said it was over my head 
Said I`d never understand the plight of a black man 
Right, but I`m tryin to keep you in my life 
V.I.A. satellite, talkin them burn outs 
Soon you had me whylin and you turned me out 
Taught me bout how to win, the code of the streets 
Luxuries and wealth untold it was sweet 
And one night you asleep after work was chopped up 
Felt somethin strange in my veins, I popped up 
One foot in the house shoot flew to the horn 
Got the cell operator, I knew you was gone 
Chorus 1.5X