730 Songtext
von Foxy Brown

Oh, oh, what the fuck is this?
Yo, they say I′m 7:30, say I spaz out
F.B. is ill, she'll wild out
Can y′all feel my pain? I can't let it slide
How could I smile when I'm hurtin′ so bad inside?


Yo, how can we start this? (Bitch)
My life is thorough, never heartless
I lay it down from the Cape to the St. Louis arches
From the Windy City to the streets in Cali
To the streets of Houston, my niggas always boostin′
Some bitches always holla how they don't spend a dollar
But that′s 'cause they ain′t got it, now tell me, where's the logic?
And if I talk it, I done did it or I′m 'bout to do it
I'm makin′ anthems, got a million niggas bouncin′ to it
Bust your guns and if that ain't enough, then bust again
I been thuggin′ since B.I.Z. made "Just a Friend"
Matter of fact, ever since Flavor Flav was rockin' clock
And even then, it was no niggas that could compare to Foxy
Let me hear it knock, pretty, you with me, right? (Yeah)
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 it′s boogie, bruh

They say I'm 7:30, say I spaz out
F.B. is ill, she′ll wild out
But can y'all feel my pain? I can't let it slide
How could I smile when I′m hurtin′ so bad inside?
They say I'm 7:30, say I spaz out
F.B. is ill, she′ll wild out
But can y'all feel my pain? I can′t let it slide
How could I smile when I'm hurtin′ so bad inside?


Yo, my life is full of problems, sometimes it's hard to dodge 'em
So much you couldn′t fathom, I wish I didn′t have 'em
They say I′m 7:30, pretty, but I rap too dirty
Deloris criticizin' me and probably never heard me
So what I crashed my Range? My last name ain′t changed
This time is different, though, I'm not exploitin′ names
Yeah, I write my shit, it's not a fuckin' game
So what he wrote some songs? I′ll blow him up the same
I′m never duckin' dames, y′all know just where to find me
I would've killed him, but it just wouldn′t be fair to mommy
Imagine me doin' time, Foxy behind bars
Not me, the crime star, y′all bitches ain't worth it
Although my life ain't perfect, I′ll never change a thing
Y′all want success, but y'all don′t know about the pain it bring
It's supposed to make you happy and keep your paper long
This B is kinda ill, how could you hate this song?

Yo, they say I′m 7:30, say I spaz out
F.B. is ill, she'll wild out
But can y′all feel my pain? I can't let it slide
How could I smile when I'm hurtin′ so bad inside?
They say I′m 7:30, say I spaz out
F.B. is ill, she'll wild out
But can y′all feel my pain? I can't let it slide
How could I smile when I′m hurtin' so bad inside?

Now some of them niggas always actin′ like I can't make it happen
Like they don't know my cash, like they don′t know my past
′Specially pop star bitches with the soft image
So what I ain't with ′em? A bitch is off-limits
Be where I always be, see who I choose to see
Although we not together, his heart belong to me
See, at times I think y'all niggas be confusin′ me
Like I'm some sweet, shorty, I′m still street
You're not on my level, and I won't stoop
And I′m the one that got you kicked out your own group
Chicks be always thinkin′ that I'ma let it ride
I might not kill you, but I′ll hurt you 'til you′re dead inside
Third album and ya still wanna test Brown?
I'm so hood, niggas know I′ll boogie, get down
It could be real drama, it's still the ill na-na
They ain't a shit walla, indie beef holla

Yo, they say I′m 7:30, say I spaz out
F.B. is ill, she′ll wild out
But can y'all feel my pain? I can′t let it slide
How could I smile when I'm hurtin′ so bad inside?
They say I'm 7:30, say I spaz out
F.B. is ill, she′ll wild out
But can y'all feel my pain? I can't let it slide
How could I smile when I′m hurtin′ so bad inside?