(Intro)
Yeah
In the house
Ladies and gentlemen
Paul Wall

(Paul Wall)
The balling is big
Cuz the hustle is hard
The grind is kinda huge
So jealousy is quite large
With credit cards and cash stacks
My mind focused on greenbacks
I go and get it
I don't relax
The player hating is to the max
Kush sacks and powder packs
No time to eat
It's just snacks
That's whiskey and cognac
Getting [bad word] up like
College frats
??? Just facts
Fascination with paper stacks
And [bad word] on baby's backs
Assassination my player stacks
Gang sharp like thumb tacks
Go dump on horse gump
They chew me up like orbits gum
Swallow [bad word] and eat [bad word] Eat [bad word]  [bad word] from cops but bar none
In the streets like a bum
If you don't [bad word] get you some
 [bad word] 
I hear em talking that [bad word] But they ain't saying [bad word] They don't wanna start [bad word] Tell them they can eat [bad word] They all full of [bad word] Cuz they not about [bad word] If they keep on talking [bad word] I'm gonna make them eat [bad word] [bad word] [bad word] you
With my middle finger up [bad word] [bad word] you
With my middle finger up [bad word] [bad word] you
With my middle finger up [bad word] you  [bad word] you) [bad word] you  [bad word] you)

(Fred Durst)
Hold up
I got moves to make
I [bad word] this globe you
Gonna hafta wait
Imma slap that [bad word] upside your face
But [bad word] don't smile
Imma hafta hate
I don't take to that [bad word] so lightly
Microphone got me in the zone
What that shot patrol
We gonna hafta brone
Imma smack this [bad word] upside your brain
Upside your dome
What
You know what me and Paul Wall
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Gonna [bad word] this [bad word] like some [bad word] Yo [bad word] go get lubed up
Get chewed out and spit out
Like snot i blow this [bad word] out
I love when Rock 'n' Roll gets mix with hip hop ho!
Let's shot this clock
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Blasting classics
Now you know
I'm head to toe
On abby road
I flip that super nasty flow
Keep the ladies on the go and they [bad word] back for mo'

(Repeat [bad word] 

(Paul Wall) [bad word] all the haters
Cease the fake
Increase the stakes
This gold cobra is wilder great
Please wait no sweet escape
Just swisher sweets
Ain't KUSH great
Police on the take
No beefs with fate
No peace for fate
Peace is the [bad word] they speak the hate
Just broken bones and body aches
You gotta leap from the waist
Hello police state
Keep my mind on the cake
I'm fly like superman
But no cape
Dripped and draped in that street scholar
Hardly awake and half baked
Peak the technique
Clean the slate
The flow is so well done like steak
Break em down
I got some moves to make
Go [bad word] yourself if you can't relate

(Fred Durst)
They talk (yeah)
They talk
They talk
They talk
They done dug themselves a hole
They know it's all they fault
Gonna pour salt straight on the wound
Getter catch this jet it's leaving soon
Infection might be settling in
But this doctor done checked out the room
We blazing through like Xananadu
What?
Now you know what not to do
This crack here might not be for you
But imma gonna leave you crackers black and blue
We wrack this [bad word] like hand grenades
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This blunt is smoked up all day
But had to [bad word] on your parade

(Repeat [bad word] 

(Fred Durst)
Take all the pieces of the puzzle (you heard me?)
If they ain't [bad word]  we in trouble
Busting all your asses like a bubble
You know I'm mad at you [bad word] you and your attitude
(yeah) [bad word] you and your attitude
(that's right y'all) [bad word] you and your attitude
Freddie and Paul Wall
You know I am mad at you [bad word] you and your attitude
Ha ha