[Hook: repeat 2X]
Lord have mercy, I'm so controversy
Bet you've never seen a star cry
I gave you my life; my blood, sweat, and tears
Hip-hop's bad girl for ten f**in years
[Foxy Brown]
See I know how it feel to wake up f**ed up
How can the spectators say Fox is stuck up
How can y'all judge my life, like I ain't have struggles
Sometimes I feel like I live inside a f**in' bubble
I work hard for mines, baby, I'm a thoroughbred
And I don't care what channel 5 and the haters said
I will not cower, I will not conform
I've been through this rap sh** too long
And vverybody wanna know 'bout Fox
Cause I'm the most controversial young rap b**h in hip-hop
And please don't shed me no tears, I need y'all prayers
The feds on my back, tryin to give me five years
And my P.O., stay tryin to violate me
That's why I make sure my piss is clean, my wrists is gleam
And my whip is sick, my six is mean
Paparazzi take flicks and see how the b**h lean
Uhhh, I'm every black girl's dream
Controversy sells, I was taught at sixteen
I spaz if you tempt me
Only black b**h to get press like the white b**hes, Paris and Lindsay
[Hook]
[Foxy Brown]
Allow me to tear it all down
You gotta get the f** back up if you fall down
Can't stumble or crumble, or let 'em see you drown
And I swear with every tear that I cry - I'm here now
Imagine how it feel to see your world torn down
This is not Fox that's speakin - there's no more Brown
Let me reintroduce myself and tear the wall down
Hold up - Let me take the platinum plaques all down
Let me take off my j**elry, the ring by my middle finger
Nice to meet you again, Hi, My name is Inga
I cry real tears - cuz I'm a real person
Look beyond my fur coats and Chanel purses
Put aside the Christian Dior, and look inside my soul
And see I'm just a little insecure
I'm just like y'all - but I probably hurt more
After thirteen years I feel I deserve more
And I single handedly changed the whole rap game
Bust a shot when y'all mention my name - Blockaaa, Brown
[Hook]
[Foxy Brown]
Only a bum b**h snatch bags and all that
It's 2007 - what the f** you call that?
Yeah they jumped me - I had five b**hes on my back
And I emerged unscathed without a motherf**in' scratch
About an hour later, got all my sh** back
Every motherf**in' piece - b**h, I AM the streets
I'm Brownsville to Bedstuy, Flatbush, and the East
What other rap b**h could touch Brooklyn concrete?
Home of the crooks, and - step in any hood in Brooklyn
Bet you'll still see my Louboutin footprints