Foxy Brown - Hit 'Em Up Style (Oops) (TrackMasters Remix) lyrics

Hehehehehe, brand new riddim! Now for dis creation, we need total dedication t'rew-out de nation Crowd participation (Brooklyn) Trackmasters [Foxy Brown] Chase vampire we say chase vampire Chase vampire we say chase vampire Who really wan' come test ra**' Na Na Spend your likkle dough, set your sh** on fire [Verse One: Foxy Brown] Ain't hard to tell, Fox never fail Remix with the homie from the A-T-L Blu Cantrell, dippin' in the blue C-L Powder blue, Gucci Tee with the matching nails, IYYE! Platinum minks all with the matching sails, IYYE! We keep it drastic, sh** on all y'all ba*tards My hits is cla**ics, flows phenom' b**hes, grab ya tits, n***as blow that dram', IYYE! What a day when the tables will turn, y'all can Keep ya rings, I got illa bling A new drop-toppa, and the yard top shotta Playboy, ya don't know, box shotta [Verse Two: Blu Cantrell] I need to be repaid for all the love I gave So I'm wiping out the savings, maxing out the Visa All because you cheated on me Cruising down Rodeo on a shopping spree For all your lying and your scheming, 'bout to have you screaming I'm buying up everything (Oops) [Chorus: Blu Cantrell] There goes the dreams we use to save (Oops) There the goes the times we spent away (Oops) There's goes the love I had But you cheated on me and that's for that's now (Oops) There goes the house we made a home (Oops) There goes your number leave me alone (Oops) For all the lies you told, This is what you owe Hey Ladies, When your man wanna get buckwild Just go back and hit 'em up style (Oops) Get your hands on the cash and Spend it to the last dime for all the hard times (Oh, Oh) With the Gucci and Prada (Oh, Oh) For the whole enchilada (Oh, Oh) If you wanna hit 'em up Get the keys to the truck and go smash it up now [Verse 2: Foxy Brown] (Oww!) The way I used to ride that dick proper (Oops) f** around and have them n***as pop ya (Oops) I been patient, now I'm back with another one No press, gangsters don't give statements You too blatant, Bentleys and Porsches racin' Take Rolies, Cartie's, give em facelifts I keep it real basic, n***a face it, sh** Duke, I made you, why would I play you? [Verse 3: Blu Cantrell] Chase vampire, mister chase vampire Gettin' all your goods then set 'em on fire Cleanin out your closet, and takin the deposit I'm takin it to the extreme I'm tired of all the games you played So I'm gettin' away Having a fiesta with Sole and Mia Taking a vacation for free (Oops) [-repeat Chorus 2x with adlibs-]