Ill Na Na Foxy Brown (Ft. Method Man)

[Intro: Method Man & Foxy Brown]
One time
Huh, all up in you like a bone when I
Johnny Blaze the Iron Lung
Foxy Brown the Ill Na Na (Yeah, c'mon)
Destination (C'mon, c'mon), plat'

[Verse 1]
Yo, Na Na so Ill, first week out
Shipped a half a mil', niggas freaked out
She's all about sex, pardon, check your facts
And the track record, I'm all about plaques
Shaking my ass half-naked, lovin' this life
Waitin' for Kim album to drop, knowin' it's tight
Standing center stage, closin' the show holdin' a gat
Since you opened up, I know you're hoping it's wack
Niggas screamin' my name on record, straight wildin'
Maybe I'll answer back when you reach a hundred thousand
This is ladies night, and the Mercedes tight
When I'm coming home? Maybe tonight
Leave my food by the microwave, kiss the baby goodnight
It's my time to shine, it's playtime tonight
'Member tryna stand my ground, know when I fall
I left your ass home alone, hopin' I call

[Chorus: Method Man]
Who got the illest pussy on the planet?
Sugar walls comin' down, niggas can't stand it, the Ill Na Na
True Absolut Vodka, straight shots
For the has-beens and have-nots, dollar, dollar
Bill, and it don't stop, we movin' up
First the mansion, then the yacht, sound proper
Straight cash get got
Bloodhounds tryna hunt down the Brown Fox, the Ill Na Na