Jealous But Fuck 'Em Tell 'Em Kiss My Ass Sun Up To Sun Down I'm Getting That Cash Tell 'Em I'm Still On [Chorus/Outro: Paul Wall Talking In Background
in line So put your body in motion and let me know that you're there And those playin' the wall don't be scared 'cause it's a foundation of breaks put
harder and work better My mailbox was filled up all the rejection letters One day I'm a take em all out and put em together Frame em stick them on my wall
Smoke a Latin blunt with ya Then it's going down Watch me do my thang You fucking with Sean Paul We can hit the bed And throw her up against the wall
streets with both parents at home Kind of hard to find a young un alone - caused we was crewed up Taggin on the walls taught wars and getting chewed up [Verse 2 - St. Paul
never heard before. NEW SHIT YALL! NEW SHIT! You ready Fritz? Man Fritz hit em! Aight look...I'm serious people they...the battling has to stop we gotta give em
kit, I'm flippin with the screens lit Ridin with the Big Dogg, we (Breakin 'em off) Sippin the stuff to cure my cough, pardon me, I'm throwed off With
on the feet, stuck like a stamp (stamp) Still tippin of fo' fos, I'm crawlin slow, I thought you knew (knew) Breakin bread and break 'em off with the
wall Can you tell us who really ball? 'Chamillion and Paul Wall' [Chorus X2] Let's open, the garage and pull, Them cars out (Why?) Show em how boys
flop, strap witta glock [Skinhead Rob] Live everyday like it's my last one, maybe it is aint no morrows in my world of sorrow, maybe it his I break ribs, break jaws, break
Desert Eagle shoved in his fucking face How that taste? Blow yo shit out fa'real, Call Nelly or Paul Wall, tell 'em make you a grill I cook beef,
mention Dre, get a Desert Eagle shoved in his fucking face How that taste? Blow yo shit out fa'real, Nigga im for real Call Nelly or Paul Wall, tell 'em
hear the break down spider loc is a joke nigga sound like chunk off the goonies ya life is a movie you aint a factor you a actor fifty gave you a script
Spider Loc against me, cause your scared to come get me 'cause know whats up, Bloods still got love for em' Come to the block, I'll shake off the rub for em
wall, cucarachas crawl I keep my head up and it wont fall, no not at all I'll break ya jaw like a break the law, leave u all in all The lowrider so
break off orgasmic pleasure bring them to Mu-Shu fellas, who you tag teamin' baptizin' wit ceemin' exercisin' them with demons I go by the name of paul wall
boy's a bitch" know watch them throw lights out in my head DJ Paul: Killin', buckin', buckin up in Gunfire Bullets rickin' off the walls, nigga this
For you mutha fuckin' Rinky Dink Records up out there Y'all know who y'all is, there's a bunch of you mutha fucka's DJ Paul and Juicy J wannabe ass niggas