The Promise - Foxy Brown, Havoc

Uh, uh huh, Firm

Infamous

The Brook-lyn, Q-B

My mind is the drama that got me lookin' back constant

Some Don shit, Foxy, get ready to bomb shit

Blink a eye, missed the comment

The calmest, it’s not a threat, it’s the promise

Who be the mahogany mami, the slanted eyes

Hold it down, Boogie Fox, you bitch niggas strip

You web niggas dead on, get fucked and wet on

Shitted on, I want a low, fuckin' wit Don like Ronald

Thirty inch, fortistrano, mill-ion, sophisticado, ill movado

The Firm’s baby girl, my fam be my whole world

It figures 'cause she’d die for them niggas

Doe or die status, ma-ma be the baddest

From Brook-lyn to Queensbrige it’s pure Havoc

Havoc, we on a job, fuckin' wit Mobb

They had the drop on 'em

The slanted eyes peep the rocks on 'em

He kinda jig and he bubblin' big

Dig a hole holdin' so’s watch his cash start foldin'

And bet though, twenty G craps wet though

Nas you shoulda seen the nigga jet though

Had it on blast, shoulda seen me shakin' all of my ass

Of course me, I threw the gas, thug nigga turnin' real saucy

Firm lay low I’mma play if you say so

So stay close like I’m bout to twist babe bro

I laid it down, went a couple of rounds and tried to flaunt him

I threw it on him, now he’s right where I want him

Got my mind in crooked ways, saturated up in Alize

You ain’t a threat nigga

So get big nigga baby girl crossin' over send your soldiers

Toucha fuck a Russia, this world is colder

Like a day in December 25th, son I got gift

From monkey, motherfuckers, that wanna rip

Get your shit split, pushed back, grill that ass don’t look back

Respect this, like a Lexus repo man I took that

Five cats to death dog, like shop I’m gonna set more

Handwritten obituaries vocal through my chords

Lights out, just pull the nines out

Let’s find out, pointin shook ones, they pointin dimes out

It ain’t hard, straight up and down, you get your deck pulled

My hand is full, of fake niggas I position

Expensive intuition fuck a rap competition

Gat expo, get a grip and never let go

The tet blows, the rapper Noyd said, «That ass is wet though»

Triple P, paranoid plus petrol

Scared to death, put the pedal to the metal

Ghetto connections, Audi 4, take your section

You only get once chance, ain’t no second guessin

We blessin, peepin your style, them never testin

Lessons of life walk the night witcha weapon

Son, it’s the drama that got me lookin' back constant

Some Don shit, Foxy, get ready to bomb shit

Blink a eye, missed the comment

The calmest, it’s not a threat, it’s the promise

Fox Boogs, whattup, they get the jack, what the fuck

Locked up, the thug nigga took a L nigga bitched up

The snake niggas slither like Jake, ain’t all great

Ain’t no threat, done fuckin' with them niggas that’s fake

They got though, pushin' a 850 auto

They sayin' nada, they know The Firm gettin' nachoes

Cheddar like whatever, I see money frontin' in the land

I got him, I got me a fuck and his man

Murderous mami, I threw the kiss, he was hist'

Oooh, shoulda seen that ill Roley on his wrist

It seem like he fuckin' wit cream, somethin' mean

You’ll be straight with his eight and dead him on all his heron

Realistically, papi, is history, mami

I got this, chill Pa Pa, let me rock this

I’m fuckin' wit fours to cock this, let me plot this

Ice he nuttin' nice, if he front, take his life

At the Shark Bar, fuckin wit Duke, him and his mans

Really frontin boo, got him the red velour Filas too

Here come my niggas now in the black Hummer stuntin

Yeah that’s The Firm, jig the fuck up and body sumpin

Whattup now Duke, his eyes cried from the inside

I seen all of his fears cause he about to fry

He looked at me, through his right eye, was like

«Mami why?»

I felt fucked up, I can’t lie

He was shook, 'Mega opened his chest, ain’t nuttin left

But the sky blue Land, and that niggas last breath

Last breath

My mind is the drama that got me lookin' back constant

Some Don shit, Foxy, get ready to bomb shit

Blink an eye, missed the comment

The calmest, it’s not a threat, it’s the promise

Yeah, it’s not a threat

Uh, Mobb Deep, Havoc, and Foxy

Duo, uh, sick to death, baby

Firm, Escobar 600, Sosa, Mega, Ice

Grand Wiz, where you at baby?

Queensbridge, Don 'pu

The whole Brook-lyn, pretty boy