Bonnie and Clyde Part II lyrics by Foxy Brown f Jay

Bust your guns
Bonnie and Clyde shit
You hear me?
Smell me?
That's right
I'ma take this one straight to the top
It ain't takin' away
We smash it, scrape scrape
It's real like that, you know what I mean?
Bonnie and Clyde forever y'all

[Jay-Z & Foxy]
Gun check
Check
Go over the plan
I'm gonna pull up to the joint slow then hop out the van
Nah don't hop out, slide out
Lookin' like a knockout
Show a little thigh
Make this nigga's eyes pop out
Cease him with the cleavage
I want you to make this nigga believe he 'bout eat it
Then let him see a fist
Exactly
Two gun totin' I seen done stole it
Ain't nothin' gonna stop me and honey from rollin
Yeah we done promotin'
We come for the coke and
All the money in the spot
Act funny- get shot
Nigga hands high
And I hope none of you niggas got plans to die
We can't stand goodbyes
Take history
Me and this bitch will be like 5 years together, right?
Damn, seems like forever
We trade shots
We spray blocks
And we never fail
And we stay hot

[Chorus - Jay-Z & Foxy]
Would you die for your nigga?
Yeah I'd die for my nigga
Would you ride for your nigga?
I'd get sly for my nigga
Would you live for your nigga?
Super big for you nigga
Would you bid for your nigga?
Shit, you my nigga- would you ride for me?
Rapper rivalry
Would you die for me?
I'd hang high from a tree
They ain't ready for us nigga
Obviously
Sounds like Bonnie and Clyde to me

[Foxy]
I protect you like a vest
I'm the lady with a 380 special
Right next to you
Glock poppin'
Y'all stalkers
Two guns, two hun
Get down
I tear this whole shit down
Thang over vault
Pull bank jobs
I banged ya skull when I aimed to sprawl
Y'all niggas can't do a thing to this broad
My bullets hurt the same as y'alls
I've been taught by the best
Stored at the breast
Ran a niggas shit
Crossin' my chest
Life on the line said prayers under my breath
I knew I'd be all right because right there to my left...right

[Jay-Z]
Hover baby
Told you baby
Big gun right over your left shoulder baby
Same nigga that taught you how to hold an .80 baby
>From day one 'til we old and crazy
Let's kill the world

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z']
Renovate chemical
The bank robbers in
Our routine is like St. Bernards swimmin'
Everybody hits the floor
Guys and women
Kids rush for the door
Keep your cries to a limit
Time check mom, we got about 5 minutes
Before the authorities rush
And the FBI's in it
That teller's up to something
Look, his eyes are squinted
Don't let that button be the reason why you're finished
Yeah, the sky's the limit
Until we reach B.I.G
Meet Jesus, confess to him all the shit we did
Gotta reverse the six
Let's smirk
Head jerk
Almost got whiplash
We got a shitload of cash
Throws it in the stash
Long as we keep shit in like this
Shit, ain't nothin' fuckin' with this
You my Clyde for life
I'm your Bonnie like this
I can see us gettin' rich like this nigga

[Chorus & Ad-lib to fade