StereoType - Star Cry lyrics

[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