| Paul Wall tippin' hit it then all walls flippin'
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| Better than all ya’ll trippin' bitch what’s up?
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| Deadboy walkin' see me now everybody watchin'
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| Did it now everybody talkin' just like us
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| Cashed, I’m a motherfucking mess
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| Atleast I say a slurred up speech then I rest in peace
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| They want my all but they’ll never get the best of me
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| I keep the rest locked up then I ditch the key
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| See I could go a little harder bring the lava make it hotter
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| Gottem' ringing out their shirts like «fuck»
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| Carhartt patch 48 up in the back
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| Jump straight up out the cage in the trunk
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| I don’t know the city boy I came up from the gritty
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| Tell his parents that we left his body somewhere where it’s chilly
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| I don’t hail from a place where you grow up to be great
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| I’m the creep from the motherfucking first ave lake
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| I never thought I’d live to see all these fucking dreams
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| RIP to the whole fucking scene
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| Let it bleed, let it bang
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| Bitch I do what I want when I please
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| Let it bleed, let it bang
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| Bitch I do what I want when I please |