| Lord have mercy, I’m so controversy
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| Bet you’ve never seen a star cry
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| I gave you my life; |
| my blood, sweat, and tears
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| Hip-hop's bad girl for ten fuckin years
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| See I know how it feel to wake up fucked up
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| How can the spectators say Fox is stuck up
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| How can y’all judge my life, like I ain’t have struggles
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| Sometimes I feel like I live inside a fuckin' bubble
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| I work hard for mines, baby, I’m a thoroughbred
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| And I don’t care what channel 5 and the haters said
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| I will not cower, I will not conform
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| I’ve been through this rap shit too long
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| And vverybody wanna know 'bout Fox
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| Cause I’m the most controversial young rap bitch in hip-hop
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| And please don’t shed me no tears, I need y’all prayers
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| The feds on my back, tryin to give me five years
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| And my P.O., stay tryin to violate me
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| That’s why I make sure my piss is clean, my wrists is gleam
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| And my whip is sick, my six is mean
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| Paparazzi take flicks and see how the bitch lean
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| Uhhh, I’m every black girl’s dream
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| Controversy sells, I was taught at sixteen
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| I spaz if you tempt me
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| Only black bitch to get press like the white bitches, Paris and Lindsay
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| Allow me to tear it all down
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| You gotta get the fuck back up if you fall down
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| Can’t stumble or crumble, or let 'em see you drown
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| And I swear with every tear that I cry — I’m here now
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| Imagine how it feel to see your world torn down
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| This is not Fox that’s speakin — there’s no more Brown
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| Let me reintroduce myself and tear the wall down
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| Hold up — Let me take the platinum plaques all down
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| Let me take off my jewelry, the ring by my middle finger
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| Nice to meet you again, Hi, My name is Inga
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| I cry real tears — cuz I’m a real person
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| Look beyond my fur coats and Chanel purses
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| Put aside the Christian Dior, and look inside my soul
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| And see I’m just a little insecure
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| I’m just like y’all — but I probably hurt more
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| After thirteen years I feel I deserve more
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| And I single handedly changed the whole rap game
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| Bust a shot when y’all mention my name — Blockaaa, Brown
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| Only a bum bitch snatch bags and all that
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| It’s 2007 — what the fuck you call that?
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| Yeah they jumped me — I had five bitches on my back
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| And I emerged unscathed without a motherfuckin' scratch
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| About an hour later, got all my shit back
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| Every motherfuckin' piece — bitch, I AM the streets
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| I’m Brownsville to Bedstuy, Flatbush, and the East
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| What other rap bitch could touch Brooklyn concrete?
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| Home of the crooks, and — step in any hood in Brooklyn
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| Bet you’ll still see my Louboutin footprints |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Star Cry , by - Foxy Brown. Song from the album Brooklyn's Don Diva, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп