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Zebra - 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 positionZebra - The Promise - http://motolyrics.com/zebra/the-promise-lyrics.html
 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








