the promise lyrics – foxy brown

[foxy] uhh, uh-huh, firm
[havoc] infamous
[foxy] the brook-lyn, qb

[foxy] my mind is the drama, that got me lookin back
[both] constant
[foxy] some don sh*t, foxy, get ready to
[both] bomb sh*t
[foxy] blink a eye, missed the comment
the calmest, it’s not a threat, it’s a promise, yeah

[verse one: foxy brown]

who be the, mahogany, mami, the slanted eyes
hold it down, boogie fox, you b*tch n*gg*z strip
you web n*gg*z dead on, get f*cked and wet on
sh*tted on, i want a low, f*ckin 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 n*gg*z
doe or die status, ma-ma be the baddest
from brook-lyn to queensbrige, it’s pure havoc, havoc
we on a job, f*ckin 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 cr*ps wet though
nas you shoulda seen the n*gg* jet though
had it on blast, shoulda seen me shakin all of my *ss
of course me, i threw the gas, thug n*gg* turnin real saucy
firm lay low i’ma 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

[verse two: havoc]

got my mind in crooked ways
saturated up in alize, you ain’t a threat n*gg*
so get big n*gg* baby girl crossin over send your soldiers
toucha f*ck a rusher, this world is colder
like a, day in december 25th son i got gift
from monkey, motherf*ckers, that wanna rip
get your sh*t split, pushed back, grill that *ss 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 n*gg*z i position
expensive intuition f*ck a rap compet*tion
gat expo, get a grip and never let go
the tet blows, the rapper noyd said, “that *ss 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

[chorus reversed, havoc takes the main and foxy joins in starts with “son it’s the drama” instead]

[verse three: foxy brown]

fox boogs, whattup, they get the jack, what the f*ck
lucked up, the thug n*gg* took a l n*gg* b*tched up
the snake n*gg*z slither like jake, ain’t all great
ain’t no threat dunn, f*ckin with them n*gg*z 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 f*ck 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 f*ckin 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 f*ckin wit fours to c*ck this, let me plot this
ice he nuttin nice, if he front, take his life
at the shark bar, f*ckin wit duke, him and his mans
really frontin boo, got him the red velour filas too
here come my n*gg*z now in the black hummer stuntin
yeah that’s the firm, jig the f*ck 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 f*cked up, i can’t lie
he was shook, ‘mega opened his chest, ain’t nuttin left
but the sky blue land, and that n*gg*z last breath
last breath…

[chorus, foxy alone all parts (repeat 2x)]

yeah, it’s not a threat
uhh, mobb deep, havoc, and foxy
duo, uhh, 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

/ foxy brown lyrics