| Get the fuck outta here, Nena
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| Get the fuck outta here, Paper
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| Get the fuck outta here, Wall
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| Get the fuck outta here
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| Yeah, I’ma spitter, you other cats be on littler
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| That’s probably why you just penny pushing and I’m bigger
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| So you hate on me 'cause you like Paper and I’m gritter
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| With two Biancas up on my arms like John Ritter
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| Oh my goodness, is they talking shit again?
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| When I been player on the day I became a U.S. citizen
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| Haters keep witishen, I’ma take a lost but I’m finishin'
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| Killer but squirer just like Percy Miller, no limits then
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| I aim for digits, hundred percent of my people came to get
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| He used to be bigger but became a midget
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| Taken out of the game, livin' lame, he lived it
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| So he gotta hate on the next man
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| 'Cause he don’t got the money
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| We left him on the bottom, now he the ex Tech fan
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| Get fuck outta my face, my mistake
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| You gotta be hotter sittin' and watchin' me expand
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| You take falls, I take her and take drawls
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| They give you the weight stall, they give me the mate call
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| You yank tall, love is me but hates y’all
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| That’s why I’ma take all what pops in the great Wall, nigger
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| If fraud is what you’re selling
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| Get the fuck outta here
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| When they lie you gotta tell 'em
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| Get the fuck outta here
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| If you steppin' to me wrong
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| Get the fuck outta here
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| You ain’t gotta go home
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| But get the fuck outta here
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| Tell 'em what to do, what?
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| Tell 'em what to do, what?
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| Tell 'em what to do
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| Get the fuck outta here
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| Tell 'em what to do, what?
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| Tell 'em what to do, what?
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| Tell 'em what to do
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| Get the fuck outta here
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| Tell 'em what to do, what?
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| Tell 'em what to do, what?
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| Tell 'em what to do
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| Get the fuck outta here
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| Get the fuck outta here
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| (Tell 'em what to do)
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| Get the fuck outta here
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| (Tell 'em what to do)
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| Get the fuck outta here
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| (Tell 'em what to do)
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| You ain’t gotta go home
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| (Tell 'em what to do)
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| Get the fuck outta here
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| (Tell 'em what to do)
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| I stay in the zone like twenty eight’s in a baggie
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| A veteran stands here a rookie niggas at his knees
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| Grab these, shove middle fingers in the sky
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| Tell it like it is when I rap so y’all identify
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| Start from the ground, formulate an enterprise
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| Get outta here before you get punished and penalized
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| I’ve been in fires to stay in this lane, homie
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| I swear when I rap, I say it’s not a thang phony
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| I’m icy, I’m shiny, tho I ain’t got a chain on me
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| Even when I’m inside of in this booth I keep my thang on me
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| And when it rains on me, I don’t complain, homie
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| Eliminate the probs so I don’t have to strain, homie
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| I talks a bunch of shit the haters wanna flame throw me
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| Rappers ain’t got the balls or got a place they aim’s on me
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| Get the fuck outta here, tell 'em Wall told ya
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| Popper a done deal, every one of your soft soldiers
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| If fraud is what you’re selling
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| Get the fuck outta here
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| When they lie you gotta tell 'em
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| Get the fuck outta here
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| If you steppin' to me wrong
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| Get the fuck outta here
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| You ain’t gotta go home
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| But get the fuck outta here
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| Tell 'em what to do, what?
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| Tell 'em what to do, what?
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| Tell 'em what to do
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| Get the fuck outta here
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| Tell 'em what to do, what?
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| Tell 'em what to do, what?
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| Tell 'em what to do
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| Get the fuck outta here
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| Tell 'em what to do, what?
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| Tell 'em what to do, what?
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| Tell 'em what to do
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| Get the fuck outta here
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| Get the fuck outta here
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| (Tell 'em what to do)
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| Get the fuck outta here
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| (Tell 'em what to do)
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| You ain’t gotta go home
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| (Tell 'em what to do)
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| Get the fuck outta here
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| I do this for my partner standing out there on the block
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| And do this for 'em haters on the sideline at night
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| Despite what they be saying I just can’t seem to stop
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| Gettin' this guap, I gotta a lot, partner, I’m almost to the top
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| I gotta cop new watch, fresh grill and new cloths
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| I’m trying to come back candy low, side ways on fours
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| I gotta get that bread, it be money ova these hoes
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| 'Cause my friends be turning to foes and harsh words lead to blows
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| They mad at me 'cause I’m the shit while they just shit
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| And I get up off my ass and get it while they just sit
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| They upset 'cause I’m getting bread while they layin' in bed
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| Even tho I started off at the bottom I’m hundred miles ahead
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| They still be talkin' dime on me try to slander my name
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| 'Cause I’m the main man but they change
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| They hate me 'cause they hate me but please make no mistake
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| Yeah, they know me but can’t stop me
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| 'Cause I’m Paul Wall the great, baby
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| If fraud is what you’re selling
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| Get the fuck outta here
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| When they lie you gotta tell 'em
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| Get the fuck outta here
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| If you steppin' to me wrong
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| Get the fuck outta here
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| You ain’t gotta go home
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| But get the fuck outta here
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| Tell 'em what to do, what?
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| Tell 'em what to do, what?
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| Tell 'em what to do
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| Get the fuck outta here
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| Tell 'em what to do, what?
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| Tell 'em what to do, what?
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| Tell 'em what to do
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| Get the fuck outta here
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| Tell 'em what to do, what?
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| Tell 'em what to do, what?
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| Tell 'em what to do
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| Get the fuck outta here
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| Get the fuck outta here
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| (Tell 'em what to do)
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| Get the fuck outta here
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| (Tell 'em what to do)
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| You ain’t gotta go home
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| (Tell 'em what to do)
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| Get the fuck outta here |