[Intro: Method Man]

One time...
Huhh, all up in ya like a bone when I...

Johnny Blaze, the Iron Lung
Foxy Brown, the Ill Na Na (yeah, c´mon, yeah, c´mon)
Destination... (c´mon, c´mon) plat´

[Verse One: Foxy Brown]

Yo Na Na so Ill, first week out
Shipped a half a mil, niggaz freaked out
She´s all about sex, pard-on, check your facts
and the track record, I´m all about plaques
Shakin my ass half naked, lovin this life
Waitin for Kim album to drop, knowin it´s tight
Standin center stage, closin the show holdin a gat
Since you opened up, I know you´re hopin it´s wack
Niggaz, screamin my name on record straight whylin

Maybe I´ll answer back when you reach a hundred thousand
This is ladies night, and the Mercedes´s tight
When I´m coming home?  Maybe tonight
Meet my boo, by the microwave, kiss the baby goodnight
It´s my time to shine it´s playtime tonight
I´ma try to stand my ground, know when I fall
I left your ass Home Alone, hopin I call

[Chorus: Method Man]

Who´s got the illest pussy on the planet?
Sugar walls comin down niggaz can´t stand it, the Ill Na Na
True Absolut Vodka, straight shots
for the has-beens and have-nots, dolla dolla
Real and it don´t stop, we movin up

First the mansion then the yacht, sound proper
Straight cash get got, bloodhounds
tryin to hunt down the Brown Fox, the Ill Na Na

[Verse Two: Foxy Brown]

No more sexin me all night, thinkin it´s alright
While I´m lookin over your shoulder watchin the whole night
You hate when it´s above right?  Ladies this ain´t handball
Nigga hit these walls right before I call Mike
In the morning when it´s all bright, eggs over easy
Hope you have my shit tight when I open my eyes
While I´m eatin gettin dressed up, this ain´t yo´ pad
I left some money on the dresser, find you a cab

No more, sharin I pain, sharin I made
It´s time to outslick niggaz, ladies sharin our game
Put it in high gear, fuck the eye wear
Nas Ruled the World but now it´s my year
And from, here on I solemnly swear
To hold my own like Pee Wee in a movie theater (uh-huh)
Yeah I don´t need a man´s wealth (yeah)
But I can do bad (bad) by my damn self (self)
And uhh...

[Chorus]

[Method]
Uhh... vodka...
Not... not...
Dolla dolla... stop stop...

C´mon c´mon... yah, it´s the Ill Na Na

[Verse Three: Foxy Brown]

No more Waitin To Exhale, we takin deep breaths
Ladies take this over, I be Fox so peep this
Love thyself with no one above thee
Cause ain´t nobody gon´ love me like me
If he, don´t Do The Right Thing like Spike Lee
Bye bye wifey make him lose his Nike´s (uh uh, yeah)
Hit the road
Mami told me in order to, find a Prince
you gotta kiss some toads

[Chorus]