JAY-Z ft. Foxy Brown - Paper Chase Lyrics

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