[DJ Premier cuts up "Paula's Jam"]

(Paula Perry)

(Paula Perry here I come)

(You wanna battle)

(Paula Perry here I come again settin trends)

(Paula Perry)

(The Queen of Fort Greene)

(Paula Perry here I come)



[VERSE 1: Paula Perry]

Ah yeah, it's Paula P and Premier

We risin out the cuts, what? Jealous eyes wanna 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



[VERSE 2: Paula Perry]

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

Brooknam, ghetto design, close the book

We hit the cement in Lugz, niggas that wear Boss

Claimin to be thugs and chicks that's gossippin too much

I hold a grudge, what?

Tug of war, prepare for the mug, what

P Perry, Sister Sledge gettin down and dirty over your head

Ain't nothin y'all can do, I'm here, I swear

Everytime you hear somethin I drop make sure your hear it clear



[CHORUS]



[VERSE 3: Paula Perry]

It's my prerogative like Bobby Brown

You get down, I get around like Pac

Y'all sit around and watch

I blow the spot, any spot

The Tunnel, S.O.'s, Vertigo's

Showin love to my Latinos

'98 settin em straight ( ? )

Familiar face in any place we lace

For y'all gamblers y'all thrown a ace

Elaborate my ( ? )

I'm tryin to escalate to the rooftop

I used to sell blue tops

Got credit from the weed spot

From Trini with the dreadlocks

When I'm broke I still smoke a lot

Choke a lot, cool cops gave a bitch props

Only faggots bust shots

While kids be playin hop scotch

In broad day, Fort Knox

Everyday around the way it stay hot

FG too hot for TV

Cats rep for GP

Signed and sealed, done deal

What's real is real

Uh



[CHORUS]



(Paula Perry)

(Paula Perry here I come)