T It's Paul Wall and T.I.P., makin haters, R.I.P. We so tho'ed you can't compete, our competition is obsolete [Chorus] - 2X [Paul Wall] I'm on the
', he know just what to do Bring me two turkeys back like it's Thanksgiving That's how we do in Texas my nigga, so how you livin' Up in the game since
call up desert storm My cut-throats scar y'all, while you hope the don fall But I'll come inside the tunnel, nigga, wit pope john paul Yo, them niggas
you switch my stance up Southpaw, drop you You got small digits, your riches is midgets to mine you sip Ballantine, I'm crown Royal sit back laughin' while y'all plans
drop, son 3rd the king of Dloverland but Slim Thug is the boss, son Paul Wall made me the hardest grill I done bought for For a 100 K, a 100 carat, Paul
in me hoe Once I get that shit That plan in my head is to get richer Sittin' back countin' motzerella cheese That's the picture What's up, do you
got blasted When I stepped up out tha Cadillac Vision blur I'm seein' 9-9 I was up on my back seein' a 6-6 up on a street sign Lil Buck slamed right
block you switch my stance up Southpaw, drop you you got small digits, your riches is midgets to mine you sip Ballantine, I'm crown Royale sit back laughin' while ya'll plans
It's Paul Wall and T.I.P., makin haters, R.I.P. We so tho'ed you can't compete, our competition is obsolete [Chorus - 2X] [Paul Wall] I'm on the hustle
called me whipped when I was at John Paul Pedistal she was on The domes for the back, when sweat touched the wall She's the quintessential
Leave me all alone There ain't nobody calling on my telephone Because I ripped that bitch right up out of the wall I apologize to any or that tried to
is the website 8-3-2-5-1-4-4-7-3-0 holla at me What up Brandy, what up G-man Yeah! See the plan is to get to the grands, and you know that's what I do
I'm in love with my money [Chamillionaire - Talking] Yeah man, me and Paul just goin' 2 different direction man Know what I'm sayin', he decided to go back
What up Brandy, what up G-man Yeah! See the plan is to get to the grands, and you know that's what I do best man so I'm back at it You already know Chamillinator
pinky ring and he Lied about some doin' some time up in sing sing Flipped one fine summer afternoon He told his brother Paulie, somethin' had to be done soon He took Paulie
city on lock I'm finna load up them glocks I'm gonna blow up ya spot When ya run ya get popped Loaded strapped up wit gats But you cant kill of a mack
's Paul Wall and T.I.P., makin haters, R.I.P. We so tho'ed you can't compete, our competition is obsolete [Chorus - 2X] [Paul Wall] I'm on the