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
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
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's Paul Wall and T.I.P., makin haters, R.I.P. We so tho'ed you can't compete, our competition is obsolete [Chorus - 2X] [Paul Wall] I'm on the
drug kick in control If you bucking in a crowd Better hold tight on your gold Haters snatching what they can On a hustle thats the plan Fuck a wall flower
now the drop son 3rd the king of cloverland, 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
know if they thought that was just something I was saying to gas them up to try to push the price up or whatever. I went up... I called G, I said, "man
mirror mirror on the wall Like Wirrpanda on the ball Mum comes up with Paul When there?s names like Jimmy Any plan or gimmick Every man will mimic Jimmy Open up
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
hey, hey! [Verse 1:] Peter paid Paul, prosecuter's case fall Trial not needed, tell that loudmouth beat it Now niggas see it chea! Bow to the cement Back
need to be alone, you cannot comfort me like my poems THINK SO? You're a talk-show ho The grown up who showed up drunk with his own cup stoned as fuck
on the wall, I'm your biggest fan next to my little brother Paul. Losing his grip, like Pesci, he'd flip if you talk to his brother he says they always planned
beef we're gonna ride at all cost Have you shot in your cars Have you sittin' +Sideways+ like Paul Wall Chopped and Screwed up, cause you niggas do suck
Mouse Bobbers on deck, they want a G that's papered up Mayne hold up, I need some mo? mud up in my cup? I got put up on game, the Don laced me up Smoking
Verse:] [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
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