The Chase Songtext
von Foxy Brown

Uh, yeah, uh
Firm, lust, hate, envy, jealousy
Connivin′ niggas, uh, nigga, they chill, uh, yeah, uh

Jumped out the ride, floss high, black tie, cocoa the lye
Three guys, slanted eyes, I shoulda tried
Sweet thugs, stay thug, up in the Land
Crash bar, ill beam, and through this cream
My whole team lust fiend, the ghetto dream
Box books, jacked up, stay in the cut like what?
Layin' in the Bentley stoned, floor stone
Mia Capone, Picasso, Mardi Gras
Play the low in the six-double-oh, Benz chrome
Dominicano, superstar, Lila Escobar
Holy matrimone, tied to The Firm
Die for The Firm, so help me God
Street life, play trife, I got his wife hemmed up
And what? Niggas, two to the gut


Nowhere to rest, nigga, nowhere to hide
It′s a high-speed chase and death is on my mind
Will I fall or fail? Who call the shots? It's all real
Firm, get on your job, niggas, what the deal?
Nowhere to rest, nigga, nowhere to hide
It's a high-speed chase

Mahogany brown laid it down, shoulda seen her
Threw the heater to the grill, it was real
Pure steel, my niggas peel, murderin′
Gunnin′ through Queens in Beems, forty-four chrome
MAC-11 stored in they jeans, pretty thugs
Firm team hold it down, we hold the crown
Got it locked, rock shop, heroin cop
Out of town breeze through, he had a V-2
Baby blue, no clue, we had this whole life planned
Call the fam, lay low, Firm style, let it flow

Nowhere to rest, nigga, nowhere to hide
It's a high-speed chase and death is on my mind
Will I fall or fail? Who call the shots? It′s all real
Firm, get on your job, niggas, what the deal?
Nowhere to rest, nigga, nowhere to hide
It's a high-speed chase and death is on my mind
Will I fall or fail? Who call the shots? It′s all real
Firm, get on your job, niggas, what the deal?


He was dressed in the sky blue Guess
Avirex, we played the left, no threat
We had him shook, couldn't look, dripped sweat
He coulda fried, I seen his eyes, yeah, nigga
Mega fly, Doe or Die, fifty I-8
Cop weight, Firm straight, high stakes, boo
Ill groove, how we do, boogie top gun
Philippine black thing, you know the stee′, dun
Affiliation, caramel brown
Ill style complexion, you know the deal
How we roll like a virgin, on the low
Yeah, boo, get your swerve on, how we do, crew?
Books got it locked, digga, for the crew
Hold it down, niggas, four peela, four killa
For reala, ho squealer, you know the deala
Shit is reala, Firm, for real

Nowhere to rest, nigga, nowhere to hide
It's a high-speed chase and death is on my mind
Will I fall or fail? Who call the shots? It's all real
Firm, get on your job, niggas, what the deal?
Nowhere to rest, nigga, nowhere to hide
It′s a high-speed chase and death is on my mind
Will I fall or fail? Who call the shots? It′s all real
Firm, get on your job, niggas, what the deal?