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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