Star Cry - Foxy Brown

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 fuckin years

See I know how it feel to wake up fucked 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 fuckin' 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 shit too long

And vverybody wanna know 'bout Fox

Cause I’m the most controversial young rap bitch 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 bitch lean

Uhhh, I’m every black girl’s dream

Controversy sells, I was taught at sixteen

I spaz if you tempt me

Only black bitch to get press like the white bitches, Paris and Lindsay

Allow me to tear it all down

You gotta get the fuck 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 jewelry, 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

Only a bum bitch snatch bags and all that

It’s 2007 — what the fuck you call that?

Yeah they jumped me — I had five bitches on my back

And I emerged unscathed without a motherfuckin' scratch

About an hour later, got all my shit back

Every motherfuckin' piece — bitch, I AM the streets

I’m Brownsville to Bedstuy, Flatbush, and the East

What other rap bitch could touch Brooklyn concrete?

Home of the crooks, and — step in any hood in Brooklyn

Bet you’ll still see my Louboutin footprints