Foxy Brown F Jay Z Bonnie And Clyde Part Ii Lyrics

Z   Bonnie And Clyde Part Ii Lyrics

Bust your guns 

 Bonnie and Clyde shit 

 You hear me? 

 Smell me? 

 That's right 

 I'ma take this one straight to the top 

 It ain't takin' away  

 We smash it, scrape scrape 

 It's real like that, you know what I mean? 

 Bonnie and Clyde forever y'all 

  

 [Jay-Z & Foxy] 

 Gun check 

 Check 

 Go over the plan 

 I'm gonna pull up to the joint slow then hop out the van 

 Nah don't hop out, slide out  

 Lookin' like a knockout 

 Show a little thigh 

 Make this nigga's eyes pop out 

 Cease him with the cleavage 

 I want you to make this nigga believe he 'bout eat it 

 Then let him see a fist 

 Exactly 

 Two gun totin' I seen done stole it 

 Ain't nothin' gonna stop me and honey from rollin 

 Yeah we done promotin' 

 We come for the coke and 

 All the money in the spot 

 Act funny- get shot 

 Nigga hands high 

 And I hope none of you niggas got plans to die 

 We can't stand goodbyes 

 Take history  

 Me and this bitch will be like 5 years together, right? 

 Damn, seems like forever 

 We trade shots 

 We spray blocks 

 And we never fail 

 And we stay hot 

  

 [Chorus - Jay-Z & Foxy] 

 Would you die for your nigga? 

 Yeah I'd die for my nigga 

 Would you ride for your nigga? 

 I'd get sly for my nigga 

 Would you live for your nigga? 

 Super big for you nigga 

 Would you bid for your nigga? 

 Shit, you my nigga- would you ride for me? 

 Rapper rivalry 

 Would you die for me? 

 I'd hang high from a tree 

 They ain't ready for us nigga 

 Obviously 

 Sounds like Bonnie and Clyde to me 

  

 [Foxy] 

 I protect you like a vest 

 I'm the lady with a 380 special 

 Right next to you  

 Glock poppin' 

 Y'all stalkers 

 Two guns, two hun 

 Get down 

 I tear this whole shit down 

 Thang over vault  

 Pull bank jobs 

 I banged ya skull when I aimed to sprawl 

 Y'all niggas can't do a thing to this broad 

 My bullets hurt the same as y'alls 

 I've been taught by the best 

 Stored at the breast 

 Ran a niggas shit 

 Crossin' my chest 

 Life on the line said prayers under my breath 

 I knew I'd be all right because right there to my left...right 

  

 [Jay-Z] 

 Hover baby 

 Told you baby 

 Big gun right over your left shoulder baby 

 Same nigga that taught you how to hold an .80 baby 

 >From day one 'til we old and crazy 

 Let's kill the world 

  

 [Chorus] 

  

 [Jay-Z'] 

 Renovate chemical 

 The bank robbers in 

 Our routine is like St. Bernards swimmin' 

 Everybody hits the floor 

 Guys and women 

 Kids rush for the door 

 Keep your cries to a limit 

 Time check mom, we got about 5 minutes 

 Before the authorities rush 

 And the FBI's in it 

 That teller's up to something 

 Look, his eyes are squinted 

 Don't let that button be the reason why you're finished 

 Yeah, the sky's the limit 

 Until we reach B.I.G 

 Meet Jesus, confess to him all the shit we did 

 Gotta reverse the six  

 Let's smirk 

 Head jerk 

 Almost got whiplash 

 We got a shitload of cash 

 Throws it in the stash 

 Long as we keep shit in like this 

 Shit, ain't nothin' fuckin' with this 

 You my Clyde for life 

 I'm your Bonnie like this 

 I can see us gettin' rich like this nigga 

  

 [Chorus & Ad-lib to fade