Letras:
Wall Paul Back Up Plan

, but now he's slacked up She's running all over town, I think he's gonna need back up I'll be your relief pitcher, dick up in your mitt There's no cork

down, but now he's slacked up She's running all over town, I think he's gonna need back up I'll be your relief pitcher, dick up in your mitt There's no

now he's slacked up She's running all over town, I think he's gonna need back up I'll be your relief pitcher, dick up in your mitt There's no cork off

planes Riding through the N.O. Red Marc Jacob frames We disappear like David Blaine And pop up at the Lakers game They playing the C's with Paul Pierce

'll show you how bangers bang Four five cocked back, move the crowd like Dana Dane Switch plates, paint the Range Leave so much blood on the wall look

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 into

:] [X4:] Girl You Got That Fire, That Fire, That Good Shit [X4:] Boy You Got That Fire, That Fire, That Good Shit [Verse 1: Paul Wall] I Must Admit

s He know just what to do, Bringin the turkeys back like it's thanksgiving That's how we do it in texas my Niggaz so how you livin' Up in the game since

at) Break bread-break bread Break bread - 15x [Hook - 2x] You breaking bread, what's up with it You breaking bread, what's up with it I'm turning heads