[Pretty Boy]  Yo, tell Foxy to hold all that down  Aight, hold on    [Foxy]  Uhh, that's cool  First bitch, what    [Foxy Brown]  There ya'll bitches go, straight yappin' again  Oh the TV show fucked up, got you rappin' again  Ya'll bitches is scared now, got you rhymin' from the heart now  Been talkin' shit, what the fuck you wanna start now  Mad cause he Pretty  Seent ya fruity ass straight starin' at my titties  Spendin' chips to get me, who me!  Strickly dickly, fucks wit' no chicks  Only the thuggest cats, with the, stiffest dicks  Picture this, ya'll broke bitches wanna see me diss ya'll  Just to get ya'll rich, never  It's simple shit, this little navigator  Litte high heeled gators, be gettin' you sick  What the fuck is this  Ain't ya'll bitches supposed to be CEO's, and actresses, whoa  See this dough, this bomb ass face in this  Pretty roll in this, heavy dough  Don't ya'll chicks know, I inherit from the best  My nigga Jay, so you feelin' the rest  Bnnie and Clyde, bitch!  You don't worry bout this, he like this  The way the shit mines, just look at your wrist  Why is she even trippin' off this hallf ass shit  We rockin' stadiums, splittin' half that shit  He like, huh, here go the keys, go flash that shit  Matter fact, take this birck, and go stash that shit  That's right, I'm bare foot  On the stage with the look  Now you clones, dick ridin' my throne  I'ma let ya'll hoes know, for the first and last time  I'm on that Brooklyn shit, and I'm takin' what's mine  Yeah, now you made, ain't no royalties left?  Hah, I'll show you royalty  Dead on your royalty, uhh  I'ma stay talkin' about gettin' proper  Yeah, bitch, I said it  I'ma dress dress royal  Talk to me...