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Free! Paul Wall!
And we comin' with the bum-bum-bummm
Early! G'yeah! Uhh
It's the Roc, Swishahouse and we bum-bum-bummm
Dumpin' on y'all hatin' ass niggas and we hit y'all with the bum-bum-bummm
Early! Uhh, g'yeah, uhh
Y'all better keep your weapons close it's Philly and Paul Wall
And "this is the way we ball"
Bring the raw to yo' city got them semis if you really want war
We gon' bring it to your doorstep, vests and them hoodies
And we pop pop pop... through your body
Put the rest in your fitty and "this is the way you fall"
To the ground and you shakin nigga
State Prop cock game, squeeze gunnin haters down
And we take a hater's pounds and we sell a hater's bricks
And, we the main reason why they chicks is not around
Somebody tell them that the Roc in Houston
Swishahouse got that knock in Houston
We come to lock shit down
Real niggas stand up, point 'em out
We gon' gun them haters down, get from 'round you hear that bum-bum-bummm
And all my real bitches step up
Come to wipe a player down, smoke a pound with him, bum-bum-bummm
Real niggas step up
We gon' gun them haters down, get from 'round you hear that bum-bum-bummm
And all my real bitches step up
Come to wipe a player down, smoke a pound with him, bum-bum-bummm
I hear these haters talkin', seem like they gettin' louder
These sweet cupcakes, softer than some clam chowder
I'm from the city that's proud to serve big crack rocks
For twenty dollars, get you higher than an astronaut
I keep a Glock in my State Prop jeans
Floating on cloud nine, gone off codeine
I chunk a deuce to a hater, I'm on a mission for paper
I got Lil' Hawk with me servin' dope fiends like a waiter
I'm on the south B with my boy, do you
Big bank take little bank baby, tell me what it do
These boys talkin' loud, but they ain't saying a thang'
But Paul Wall and Freeway'll make 'em sang
When we hit 'em with that bum-bum-bummm