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Song title: Foxy Brown - 730

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Whoa, whoa
What the *plurrr is this, yo!

They say Im 730, say I spaz out
Fb is ill, shell wild out
Can yall feel my pain?
I cant let it slide
How could I smile when Im hurtin so bad inside?

Yo how can we start this
My life is thorough never heartless
I laid it down from the gate to the st louis arches
From the windy city to the streets in cali
To them streets in houston
My niggas always boostin
Some bitches always holla
How they dont spend a dolla
But thats because they aint got it
Now tell me wheres the logic
And if I talk it - Ive done did it or about to do it
Im making anthems, got a million niggas bouncin to it
Bust your guns!
And if that aint enough then bust again
Ive been thuggin since b-i-z made just a friend
Matter of fact ever since flava flav was rockin clocks
And even then there was no bitch that could compare to fox
Let me head knock, pretty you wit me right
This prada fit me tight, this gucci fit me right
Who could quickly write like seven joints and it be tight?
You know how hood we sound, you know its boogie brown

Yo they say Im 730, say I spaz out
Fb is ill, shell wild out
But can yall feel my pain?
I cant let it slide
How could I smile when Im hurtin so bad inside?
They say Im 730, say I spaz out
Fb is ill, shell wild out
But can yall feel my pain?
I cant let it slide
How could I smile when Im hurtin so bad inside?

Yo my life is full of problems
Sometimes its hard to dodge em
So much you couldnt fathom
I wish I didnt have them
They say Im 7-30, pretty but I rap too dirty
The law is criticizing me and probably never heard me
So what I crashed my range
My last name aint changed
This time its different though
Im not exploiting names
Yeah I write my shit
Its not a fucking game
So what he wrote some songs
I blew him up the same
Im never ducking dames
Yall know just where to find me
I wouldve killed her but it just wouldnt be fair to mommie
Imagine me doing time, foxy behind bars
Not me the crime star
Yall bitches aint worth it
Although my life aint perfect, Ill never change a thing
Yall want success but yall dont know about the pain it bring
Its supposed to make you happy and keep your paper long
This beat is kind of ill
How could you hate this song?

Man some hoes is always yackin
Like I cant make it happen
Like they dont know my cash
Like they dont know my past
Especially pop star bitches with the soft image
So what I aint with him
Bitch! hes off limits
Be where I always be
See who I choose to see
Although were not together, his heart belong to me
See at times I think yall bitches be confusing me
Like Im somethin sweet, shorty Im still street
Youre not on my level, and I wont stoop
And Im the one that got you, kicked out your own group
Chicks be always thinkin that imma let it ride
I might not kill you but Ill hurt you till your dead inside
Third album and you still wanna test brown
Im so hood bitches know how boogie get down
It could be real drama
Its still the ill na na
There aint a bitch wilda
Any beef? holla!

They say Im 730, say I spaz out
Fb is ill, shell wild out
But can yall feel my pain?
I cant let it slide
How could I smile when Im hurtin so bad inside?
They say Im 730, say I spaz out
Fb is ill, shell wild out
But can yall feel my pain?
I cant let it slide
How could I smile when Im hurtin so bad inside?