Timbaland - Paper Chase lyrics

[Intro: Foxy Brown] Uhh, uhh, uh-huh Uhh (paper chase) Bonnie n Clyde Y'all motherf**ers know how it's going 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) [Foxy Brown] Greyhound b**h, stay down b**h ‘Bout to set up shop with Jay, round this b**h Half a brick of yay, bout to lay down this b**h (til November?) Nah, I'm here to like May down this b**h What you think? I don't wanna have to spray down this b**h Call my whole team, from around the way down this b**h I'm trying to stay down this b**h, play down this b**h Had a sound, so my n***a Jay drown the six Roll the windows down and, wave round this b**h But there's a couple things 'fore it's OK round this b**h 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 Saabs for ya More arms than Green Bay's Brett Favre for ya Money propositions hope that's not a problem for ya If so, Jigga be here, day after tomorrow for ya (That's right!) [Hook: Foxy Brown, 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? [Verse 2: Jay-Z] I got my two guns, I came to scoop ones A down a** b**h 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 n***a selling all them ounces and sh** Tell them get down with the clique 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 sh** Return later that evening in the club with Fox And I got the snub nose for those that love to box I'm in search of them young n***as that hug the block All day, til it's light gray outside Shoot dice talking sh** all day outside And even when it's hot, they outside Let em know how its gonna go, Bonnie ‘n Clyde And a-yo, you would want me on your side [Hook: Foxy Brown, Jay-Z] [Verse 3: 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 out all I possess The Rolex, necklaces with the VVS Between the driver and the pa**enger where the 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 sh** you do when you molding them teens Yo, never lay your head where you holding them things Keep the family then your business, nothing goes in between Never feared no man, put four in his bean Drop your gun then, blow the scene, ya heard me? [Hook: Foxy Brown, Jay-Z]