Talk To Me - Foxy Brown

[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...