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( *DJ Premier cuts up "Paula's Jam"* ) (Paula Perry) (Paula Perry here I come) (You want to battle) (Paula Perry here I come again settin trends) (Paula Perry) (The Queen of Fort Greene) (Paula Perry here I come) Ah yeah, it's Paula P and Premier We risin out the cuts, what? Jealous eyes want to stare Who cares, I double-dare Fulton [Name], pay a fare when you're comin through Everyday I get saluted by gods on the boulevard In my mind I know it's hard So I'm tryin to build somethin up Throw the dice, raise the dank up I take a bitch back in the days when we had cars we used to crank up Smack em up, smell the coffee Get up off me, chick, I'm on top of this, please Assessing needs on bonds at Mickey D's ( ? ) like nines, scarred as knees More than a woman like the Bee Gees But I still squeeze these Hollow heads for hard heads, I shock a Bitch and have her wig lookin like Chaka Khan, word is bond, napalm bombs We drop up in your lawn [Chorus] Extra, extra, read the headlines We plantin landmines, we get up in that ass anytime You better ask somebody, young Gottis Fast hotties, what what, we in your lobby Extra, extra, read the headlines We plantin landmines, we get up in that ass anytime You better ask somebody, young Gottis Fast hotties, wanted posters in the lobby Yeah, check the inside edition, Premier Strap em to the chair We gon'make em listen, I hold your ears Hostage, let's get it on Top story shit, Fox Five ( ? ) I can see it now, you're home alone Check it, I'm on your fire escape Lookin at you check, I got the ductape - check I got the apple bout to grab you up from the back of your ( ? ) I thrive for that surprised look knowin you're shook Touch tone sudden off the hook Brooknam, ghetto design, close the book We hit the cement in Lugz, niggas that wear Boss Claimin to be thugs and chicks that's gossippin too much I hold a grudge, what? Tug of war, prepare for the mug, what P Perry, Sister Sledge gettin down and dirty over your head Ain't nothin why'all can do, I'm here, I swear Everytime you hear somethin I drop make sure your hear it clear [Chorus] It's my prerogative like Bobby Brown You get down, I get around like Pac Why'all sit around and watch I blow the spot, any spot The Tunnel, S.O.'s, Vertigo's Showin love to my Latinos '98 settin em straight ( ? ) Familiar face in any place we lace For why'all gamblers why'all thrown a ace Elaborate my ( ? ) I'm tryin to escalate to the rooftop I used to sell blue tops Got credit from the weed spot From Trini with the dreadlocks When I'm broke I still smoke a lot Choke a lot, cool cops gave a bitch props Only faggots bust shots While kids be playin hop scotch In broad day, Fort Knox Everyday around the way it stay hot FG too hot for TV Cats rep for GP Signed and sealed, done deal What's real is real Uh [Chorus] (Paula Perry) (Paula Perry here I come)
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