| Song | Hood Scriptures (Explicit) |
| Artist | Foxy Brown |
| Album | Broken Silence (Explicit Version) |
| 作曲 : Inga Marchand | |
| Hey, you're 'bout to hear the most incredible shit ever written | |
| Hard spittin', cigar splittin' | |
| Pray to your god and to them words in the | |
| Biblical scriptures | |
| Critical bitch must, flow to the shit that just fits her | |
| Rode, with the best auto that money can buy me | |
| The best damn mami, | |
| Def Jam signed me | |
| Hoes, you know they'll never compare to my status | |
| Nothin' matters, | |
| I'm the fuckin' baddest, see | |
| Fame, is worth it if you got money to match it | |
| I'm hotter than acid and don't even practice | |
| Game, guess | |
| I got it at birth from my momma | |
| Ill Na Na, real drama, see | |
| IBall, 'til | |
| I can't or | |
| I'm covered by maggots | |
| I straight spaz it and let y'all have it | |
| Bloaw[Foreign content](Hey)(I'm speakin' to the hood)[Foreign content] | |
| Splurge,when | |
| I'm gettin' my money, it's nothin' | |
| Always bustin', flows is disgustin' | |
| Whoa, I'm constantly multiplying my digits | |
| Fox the richest, please, no pictures | |
| Ones, that | |
| I be countin' be keepin' me smilin' | |
| We out wildin', shout to the island | |
| Dun, I keep it gangsta for all of my soldiers | |
| It's so over, keep y'all composure | |
| Style, when we want and we love when they hate us | |
| Don't debate us, flow's not contagious | |
| Foul, we can be if y'all niggas provoke us | |
| Buenos noches, do not approach us | |
| Floss, 'til the law say | |
| I can't or | |
| I'm finished | |
| Pour the Guiness, | |
| I'm a straight menace | |
| Bloaw[Foreign content](Hey)(I'm speakin' to the hood)[Foreign content] | |
| Know, what | |
| I built I ain't tryin' to mess up | |
| Barbie dressed up, you're just my successor | |
| Whoa, I hear your company's holdin' that budget | |
| I always thug it, hood for the public | |
| Benz, my cream material's iller than average | |
| Lots of baggage, shoppin' savage and my | |
| Fans, say that my album is close to a classic | |
| They don't gas it, y'all gots to have it | |
| Shoes, got to be | |
| Christian or | |
| Gucci or Prada | |
| Who could stop her, ain't a bitch, hotter | |
| Lose, you always will when you go against | |
| FoxyWrist, rocky, y'all bitches watch me | |
| Rise, 'til they kill me, | |
| I'm ballin' and spendin' | |
| Laws I'm bendin' til my life is endin', now | |
| Bloaw[Foreign content](Hey)(I'm speakin' to the hood)[Foreign content](Hey) |
| zuò qǔ : Inga Marchand | |
| Hey, you' re ' bout to hear the most incredible shit ever written | |
| Hard spittin', cigar splittin' | |
| Pray to your god and to them words in the | |
| Biblical scriptures | |
| Critical bitch must, flow to the shit that just fits her | |
| Rode, with the best auto that money can buy me | |
| The best damn mami, | |
| Def Jam signed me | |
| Hoes, you know they' ll never compare to my status | |
| Nothin' matters, | |
| I' m the fuckin' baddest, see | |
| Fame, is worth it if you got money to match it | |
| I' m hotter than acid and don' t even practice | |
| Game, guess | |
| I got it at birth from my momma | |
| Ill Na Na, real drama, see | |
| IBall, ' til | |
| I can' t or | |
| I' m covered by maggots | |
| I straight spaz it and let y' all have it | |
| Bloaw Foreign content Hey I' m speakin' to the hood Foreign content | |
| Splurge, when | |
| I' m gettin' my money, it' s nothin' | |
| Always bustin', flows is disgustin' | |
| Whoa, I' m constantly multiplying my digits | |
| Fox the richest, please, no pictures | |
| Ones, that | |
| I be countin' be keepin' me smilin' | |
| We out wildin', shout to the island | |
| Dun, I keep it gangsta for all of my soldiers | |
| It' s so over, keep y' all composure | |
| Style, when we want and we love when they hate us | |
| Don' t debate us, flow' s not contagious | |
| Foul, we can be if y' all niggas provoke us | |
| Buenos noches, do not approach us | |
| Floss, ' til the law say | |
| I can' t or | |
| I' m finished | |
| Pour the Guiness, | |
| I' m a straight menace | |
| Bloaw Foreign content Hey I' m speakin' to the hood Foreign content | |
| Know, what | |
| I built I ain' t tryin' to mess up | |
| Barbie dressed up, you' re just my successor | |
| Whoa, I hear your company' s holdin' that budget | |
| I always thug it, hood for the public | |
| Benz, my cream material' s iller than average | |
| Lots of baggage, shoppin' savage and my | |
| Fans, say that my album is close to a classic | |
| They don' t gas it, y' all gots to have it | |
| Shoes, got to be | |
| Christian or | |
| Gucci or Prada | |
| Who could stop her, ain' t a bitch, hotter | |
| Lose, you always will when you go against | |
| FoxyWrist, rocky, y' all bitches watch me | |
| Rise, ' til they kill me, | |
| I' m ballin' and spendin' | |
| Laws I' m bendin' til my life is endin', now | |
| Bloaw Foreign content Hey I' m speakin' to the hood Foreign content Hey |