*featuring Foxy Brown
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[Foxy Brown]
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Uhh, uhh, uh-huh
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Uhh (paper chase)
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Bonnie n Clyde
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Y'all motherfuckers know how it's goin down
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(gotta get that paper y'all)
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That's right, uhh
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(Uh-huh uh, yeah, Roc-a-Fella, yeah
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Paper chase y'all, paper chase WHAT? Uh)
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Greyhound bitch, stay down bitch
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Bout to set up shop with Jay, round this bitch
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Half a brick of yea, bout to lay down this bitch
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(til November?) Nah, I'm here to like slay down this bitch
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What you think? I don't wanna have to spray down this bitch
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Call my whole team, from around the way down this bitch
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I'm tryin to stay down this bitch, play down this bitch
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Had a sound, so my nigga Jay drown the six
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Roll the windows down and, weight round this bitch
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But there's a couple things 'fore it's OK round this bitch
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Gotta talk to the natives, let em know I'm here
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for all to get the paydays, first I line up all the haters
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I got jobs for ya, drop stars for ya
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More arms than Green Bay's Brett Favre for ya
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Money providentials hope that's not a problem for ya
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If so, Jigga be here, day after tomorrow for ya (That's right!)
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[Chorus: Foxy, Jay-Z]
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[F] Gotta get that paper dog
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[F] Gotta touch that, love that, paper dog, uhh!
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[J] Gotta get that paper dog
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[J] Gotta have that grab that paper dog!
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[F] Gotta get that paper dog
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[F] Gotta spend that, bend that, split that, get that
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[J] Gotta get that paper dog
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[J] When I needs that, G stack, tell me where the weed's at?
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[Jay-Z]
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I got my two guns, I came to scoop ones
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A down ass bitch and she down to click
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Got a nice little hooptie that I get around with
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And my plan is, not to leave this town til I'm rich
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Gotta find a nigga sellin all them ounces and shit
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Tell them get down with the click or get found in a ditch
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See I drop down and strip, I turn around and spit
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Not to hit em, just to let em know the sound of shit
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Return later that evening in the club with Fox
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And I got the snub nosed for those that love to box
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I'm in search of them young niggaz that hug the block
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all day, til it's like gray outside
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Shoot dice talkin shit all day outside
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And even when it's hot, they outside
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Let em know, how it's gon' go, Bonnie n Clyde
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And aiyyo, you will want me on your side
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[Chorus]
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[Jay-Z]
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Yo, yeah, I got that stress and I got it the best
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I ain't got it to give but I got it to test
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And if you wanna get down, all you gotta invest
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is your time, I gotta move this in a, week or less
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For the next couple of days I brought her all I posess
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The Rolex, necklaces with the VVS
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Twin to drive in the passenger with a TV rest
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For my top draft picks I cop the new GS
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Now all the little soldiers wanna roll with my team
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Cause I ain't sold em a dream, I just showed em the cream
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Picked em up in the afternoons and told em some things
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You know the regular shit you do when you moldin them teens
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Yo, never lay your head where you holdin them things
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From family, to your business, nothing goes in between
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Never feared no man, put four in his Beem
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Drop your gun then, blow the scene, ya heard me?
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[Chorus]
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Paper Chase
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Jay-Z |