Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Foxy Brown
Foxy Brown
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Inga Marchand
Inga Marchand
Songwriter
Jean Claude Olivier
Jean Claude Olivier
Songwriter
Samuel Barnes
Samuel Barnes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Axel Neihauss
Axel Neihauss
Mixing Engineer
John Shriver
John Shriver
Recording Engineer
Poke & Tone
Poke & Tone
Producer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Jumped out the ride, floss high, black tie
Cocoa to lye, three guys, slanted eyes
I shoulda tried, sweet thugs stay dove
Up in the land, crash bar, ill beam
They threw this cream, my whole team must fiend
[Verse 2]
The ghetto dream, Fox Boog, jigged up
Stay in the cut like what? Layin' in the Bentleys
Stoned, flossed on, me and Capone
Picasso, Mardi Gras, play the low in the six-doubled-oh
Benz chrome, dominicano, superstar Lila Escobar holy matrimon'
[Verse 3]
Tied to the firm, die for the firm
So help me God, street life played right
I got his wife, hemmed up, in bun
****, two to the gut
[Verse 4]
Nowhere to rest, ****, nowhere to hide
It's a high speed chase and death is on my mind
Will I fall or fail? Who call the shots, it's all real
Firm, get on your job, ****, what the deal?
Nowhere to rest, ****, nowhere to hide
It's a high speed chase
[Verse 5]
Mahogany Brown laid it down, shoulda seen her
Threw the heater to the grill, it was real
Pure steel, my **** peel murderin', gunnin' through Queens
In beams, forty-four chrome, Mac-11 stow it in they jeans
Pretty thugs, Firm team, hold it down, we hold the crown
Got it locked, rock shop, heron caught
Out of town breeze through, he had a Z2 baby blue
No clue, we had this whole life planned
Call the fam lay low, Firm style, let it flow
[Verse 6]
Nowhere to rest, ****, nowhere to hide
It's a high speed chase and death is on my mind
Will I fall or fail? Who call the shots, it's all real
Firm, get on your job, ****, what the deal?
Nowhere to rest, ****, nowhere to hide
It's a high speed chase and death is on my mind
Will I fall or fail? Who call the shots, it's all real
Firm, get on your job, ****, what the deal?
[Verse 7]
He was dressed in a sky blue guess
Eva wrecks, we played the left, no threat
We had him shook, couldn't look, dripped sweat
He coulda fried, I seen his eyes, yeah, ****
'Mega fly, doe or die, fifty eye ay
Cop weight, Firm straight, high stake, boo
Ill booth how we do, Boggie top gun
Phillipine black thing, you know the stee Dun
[Verse 8]
A-filliation, caramel brown
Ill style complexion, you know the deal
How we roll, like a virgin on the low
Yeah boo, get your swerve on, how we do
Crew Boog's got it locked bigga for the crew
Hold it down **** fo' peala, fo'killa
Fo'reala, ho-squeala, they know the deala
Shit is reala, Firm for real
[Verse 9]
Nowhere to rest, ****, nowhere to hide
It's a high speed chase and death is on my mind
Will I fall or fail? Who call the shots, it's all real
Firm, get on your job, ****, what the deal?
Nowhere to rest, ****, nowhere to hide
It's a high speed chase and death is on my mind
Will I fall or fail? Who call the shots, it's all real
Firm, get on your job, ****, what the deal?
Written by: Inga Marchand, J.C. Olivier, Samuel J. "Tone" Barnes
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