The Promise Lyrics

The Promise lyrics

Foxy]  Uhh, uh-huh, Firm 

 [Havoc] Infamous 

 [Foxy]  The Brook-lyn, Q-B 

  

 	*chorus* 

 [Foxy]  My mind is the drama, that got me lookin back 

 [both]  constant 

 [Foxy]  Some Don shit, Foxy, get ready to 

 [both]  bomb shit 

 [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 bitch niggaz strip 

 You web niggaz 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 niggaz 

 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'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 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 and 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 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 

  

 *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 fuck 

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

 The snake niggaz slither like Jake, ain't all great 

 Ain't no threat Dunn, fuckin with them niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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