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Foxy Brown - Bonnie Clyde Part Ii lyrics
Bust your guns, yeah, Bonnie and Clyde shit
 You hear me, smell me?
 (That's right, you know?)
 I'mma take this one straight to the top
 And he dare get in the way, we smash, scrape scrape
 It's real like that, you know what I mean?
 Follow, yo, yo, yo
 (Bonnie and Clyde forever y'all)
 Gun check, check, let's go over the plan
 I'mma 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
 Seize him with the cleavage
 I want you to make this nigga believe he 'bout eat it
 I can let him see or feel, exactly
 Two gun totin', I seen dimes stole
 Ain't nothin' gonna stop me and hon 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 y'all niggas got plans to die
 We can't stand goodbyes
 In history me and this bitch will be like
 Five years together, right? Damn, seem like forever
 We trade shots, we spray blocks
 And we never fail, yeah, but we stay hot
 Now would you die for your nigga?
 Yeah, I'd die for my nigga
 Would you ride for your nigga?
 I gets lie for my nigga
 Would you live for your nigga?
 Do up big for you, nigga
 Would you bid for your nigga?
 Shit, you my nigga
 Would you ride for me? Rapper robbery
 Would you die for me? I hang high from a tree
 They ain't ready for us, nigga, obviously
 Sound like Bonnie and Clyde to me
 I protect you like a vest do
 I'm the lady with a 380 special right next to you
 Glock poppin' out the stock
 And it's two guns, two hun', get down
 I tear this whole shit down
 They ain't know the vault, pull bank jobs
 I banged ya squaw when I aims this rod
 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, extorted the restFoxy Brown - Bonnie Clyde Part Ii - http://motolyrics.com/foxy-brown/bonnie-clyde-part-ii-lyrics.html
 Wearin' a niggas shit, crossin' my chest
 Life on the line, say prayers under my breath
 But knew I'd be aight 'cuz right there to my left
 Over, baby, told you, baby
 Big gun right over your left shoulder, baby
 Same nigga that taught you how to hold that 80
 From day one 'til we old and crazy, let's kill the world
 Would you die for your nigga?
 Yeah, I'd die for my nigga
 Would you ride for your nigga?
 I gets lie for my nigga
 Would you live for your nigga?
 Do up big for you, nigga
 Would you bid for your nigga?
 Shit, you my nigga
 Would you ride for me? Rapper robbery
 Would you die for me? I hang high from a tree
 They ain't ready for us, nigga, obviously
 Sound like Bonnie and Clyde to me, yeah, nigga
 Ran up at Chemical
 The bank robbers in our routine is like St. Bernard's swimmin'
 Everybody hit the floor, guys and women
 Kids rush for the door, keep your cry to a limit
 Time check ma, 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 'til we reach B.I.G
 Meet Jesus, confess to him all the shit we did
 Gotta reverse the six, let's [Incomprehensible] jerk
 Almost got whiplash, we got a shit load of cash
 Throws it in the stash
 Long as we keep shitin' 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
 Would you die for your nigga?
 Yeah, I'd die for my nigga
 Would you ride for your nigga?
 I gets lie for my nigga
 Would you live for your nigga?
 Do up big for you, nigga
 Would you bid for your nigga?
 Shit, you my nigga
 Would you ride for me? Rapper robbery
 But would you die for me? I hang high from a tree
 They ain't ready for us, nigga, obviously
 Sound like Bonnie and Clyde to me, nigga








