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Songs | Albums | Album Arts
| Song: | The Promise |
| Album: | Ill Na Na | Genres: | Rap |
| Year: | 1996 |
Length: | 260 sec |
Lyrics:
Firm, Infamous, Brooklyn, 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 a promise, yeah Who be the mahogany, mami? The slanted eyes Hold it down, boogie Fox, you bitch niggaz strip You web niggaz dead on, get fucked an' wet on Shitted on, I want a low, fuckin' wit don Like Ronald, thirty inch, Fortistrano Million, sophisticado, illy movado The Firm's baby girl, my fam be my whole world It figures 'cause she'd die for them niggaz Doe or die status, mama be the baddest From Brooklyn to Queensbridge, 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 an' he bubblin' big Dig a hole holdin', So's, watch his cash start foldin' An' 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'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 an' 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 rusher, 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 an' down, you get your deck pulled My hand is full of fake niggaz, I position Expensive intuition, fuck a rap competition Gat expo, get a grip an' never let go The tec 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 a promise, yeah Fox Boogs, whattup? They get the jack, what the fuck? Lucked up, the thug nigga took a L, nigga bitched up The snake niggaz slither like Jake, it all great Ain't no threat done, fuckin' with them niggaz that's fake They got though, pushin' a 850 auto, they sayin' nada They know the Firm gettin' nachos Cheddar like whatever, I see money frontin' in the land I got him, I got me a fuck an' his man Murderous, mami, I threw the kiss, he was hist Ooh, shoulda seen that ill Roley on his wrist It seem like he fuckin' wit cream, somethin' mean You'll be straight with his eight an' dead him on all his heroin Realistically, papi is history, mami I got this, chill, papa, 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 an' his mans Really frontin', boo, got him the red velor, Filas too Here come my niggaz now, in the black Hummer stuntin' Yeah, that's the Firm, jig the fuck up an' 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 an' that nigga's 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 a eye, missed the comment The calmest, it's not a threat, it's a promise 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 a promise Yeah, it's not a threat, Mobb Deep Havoc an' Foxy duo, sick to death, baby Firm, Escobar 600, Sosa, Mega, Ice Grand Wiz, where you at, baby? Queensbridge, Don Pu, the whole Brooklyn, pretty boy
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