[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 congiac Getting fucked up like College frats Just facts Fascination with paper stacks And masturbation 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 cock and eat cum Eat crumbs Run from cops but bar none In the streets like a bum If you don't like come get you some [Chorus] I hear em talking that shit But they ain't saying shit They don't wanna start shit Tell them they can eat shit They all full of shit Cuz they not about shit If they keep on talking shit Im'ma gonna make them eat shit Motherfucker fuck you With my middle finger up Motherfucker fuck you With my middle finger up Fuck you (fuck you) Fuck you (fuck you) [Fred Durst] Hold up I got moves to makes I cruise this globe you Gonna hafta wait Imma slap that bitch upside your face But bitch don't smile Imma hafta hate I don't take to that shit so lightly Microphone got me in the zone What that shot patrol We gonna hafta brone Imma smack this shit upside your brain Upside your dome What You know what me and Paul Wall Gonna fuck this shit like some slut Yo bitches go get lubed up Get chewed out and spit out Like snot i blow this shit out I love when rock and roll gets mix with hip hop ho! Lets shot this clock 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 keep coming back for mo' [Chorus] I hear em talking that shit But they ain't saying shit They don't wanna start shit Tell them they can eat shit They all full of shit Cuz they not about shit If they keep on talking shit Im'ma gonna make them eat shit Motherfucker fuck you With my middle finger up Motherfucker fuck you With my middle finger up Fuck you (fuck you) Fuck all the haters Fuck you (fuck you) 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 shit 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 fuck 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 shit like hand grenades This blunt is smoked up all day But had to piss on your parade [Chorus]
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