the T It's Paul Wall and T.I.P., makin haters, R.I.P. We so tho'ed you can't compete, our competition is obsolete [Chorus] - 2X [Paul Wall] I'm on
ma off the record I need a push when I'm tired of rhymin' Go ahead and diss me Cause me and George Bush got a lot in common We both got no sense, we love to go
it's gone Somewhere beyond, I'm tryna rope it in Go to war against Uncle Sam like the Ho Chi Minh Before the globe should end and blows away in the coldest
them broads'll (Get ya rob) And breakin' bread with your dawgs, now that will Get ya rob [Repeat] [Project Pat:] At the corner stores hangin' with my young
the town, fire all yo rounds, make em all fall down, Please don't make a sound, hear the devil growl Please don't go to sleep, never go to sleep You
dole, in your eyes, in your soul, The young men You are the ones, are the scene, are the sons, are the young men Young men, here we, here we go again
from the old school crew a serious situation that we all go through it deals with our feelings so dig what I say It's like a day when nothing seems to go
and save up your paychecks We gotta Let's go, let's go Let's go, let's go Let's go, let's go We gotta go Let's go, let's go (Rio de Janeiro, Rio de
off) If you wanna know the reason why I act like that I can fit a half a mil' in this Louie backpack, yeah [Chorus w/ ad libs] [Young Buck] Go and do
[T-Pain talking] God damn lil' mama, you thought Akon and T pain was the only ones in love with a stripper, you forgot to mention Twista, Pimp C, Paul
Here we go, welcome to my world nigga Of Cadillac's and stacks Triple X throwbacks with my name on the back Uh, I know you see us You wanna be us With
they aint scared to get no pay Nigga traffin servin yay keep them heaters stowed away Young niggas hundred dolla billas killas where i stay All my niggas they have bud and all Smokin drankin servin yall Young
' with all them broads'll (Get ya rob) And breakin' bread with your dawgs, now that will Get ya rob [Repeat] [Project Pat] At the corner stores hangin' with my young
T It's Paul Wall and T.I.P., makin haters, R.I.P. We so tho'ed you can't compete, our competition is obsolete [Chorus - 2X] [Paul Wall] I'm on the
you go away You take a piece of me with you Everytime you go away You take a piece of me with you ([Background vocals:] Everytime You Go..) Go on and
of a ruckus? [Incomprehensible] sip slowly on Snapple in hand Not these hands of mine holdin' clippers Slip and clip your flat top to ceasar Ease your ego, I go
In your eyes, in your soul The young men, you are the ones Are the scene, are the sons Are the young men, young men Here we, here we go again Les says
be the end of the day [Verse 3: Crunchy Blac] Don't stand so motha fuckin close to me If you stand too close you get the elbow G Go on young nigga