Interpret:

Paul Wall

Album:

Chick magnet

[talking]
 Killer kill from the Ville, Killer Mike
 In the motherfucking building nigga
 Y'all already know, Killa kill putting it down
 New South Movement, mo'fucker
 New South Movement, South Lee Southwest Click


[Hook - 9x]
 That's what that is pimp


[Bun B]
 Now loving, is the size of my shoe
 And that's the new size that'll hold you, let your shit come through
 See one deep I'm whooping clicks, gangs
 With my 50 Cal. click bang, I'm gangsta walking with that trick aim
 My nuts hang, like D-boys on the corner
 And I could send a bitch nigga, a Bengal like Ty Warner
 I'm standing on a soap box, preaching the gospel
 On how you should move them coke rocks, and protect yo glocks
 And turn your projects, into Ft. Knox
 It just a fo' night, with two 44 glocks
 Now rise and shine it's a kick do', for your pies and pine
 I'm riding off in the sunset, the horizon's mine
 Everybody dies in time, but how will you pass
 In a million dollar mansion, or dead broke on your ass
 Think fast, cause your number is coming up
 And ain't no second chances, when the killers is running up


[Hook - 8x]


[Paul Wall]
 I step into the club, in a fresh white T
 Looking for a one night wife, to delight me
 A lot of dudes claim, to be gangsta like Ice-T
 When in actuality, they sweeter than ice tea
 Get your weight up homie, only the strong survive
 Get off the bus and pay your dues, you don't belong on this ride
 I'm a full time playa, all about my hustle
 Demonstrating my muscle, if I get in a tussle
 If you got plex, I suggest you keep it hush-hush
 Cause boys wet up on that water, and you might get bust
 I got to stay up on my note, so my game is sharper
 I can't be wiped out, I'm like a permanent marker
 Boys mean mugging in the club, repping they hood
 It's understood but cross that line, homie it ain't good
 It's survival of the fittest, I'm the last one breathing
 While you in your bed sleeping, I'm still out here creeping


[Hook - 8x]


[Killer Mike]
 Take your ass to church nigga, if you wanna learn better
 Join Mase and Bethle-fuck him, I'm trying to get cheddar
 My stack will clearly show, my talent for moving blow
 And it's gangsta music, so fuck the status quote
 Grown men talking, who let the children in
 Get the nine to spit it in, leave him smelling like chit-lens
 I ain't playing I ain't joking, I'm rolling loaded and open
 It's best you not provoking, this man when he pistol toting
 The 4-fiftha, will tuck turn toss twist you
 Split you right down the middle, like a brand new swisha
 When the bullet hit you nigga, it rip and tear tissue
 Bullet bang, turn brains into baby batter
 Turn great matter, into antimatter
 Fuck your chitter-chatter, who's good better best badder
 Let the shotgun splitter splatter, who it hit child or bitch
 It don't matter, niggaz just handling bis'
 Primetime guerilla gang, get his what it is


[H.A.W.K.]
 Last but not least, it's H.A. Dub
 Buckshot slugs, you covered in blood
 Feel me cuz, or get drug in the mud
 By these Texas thugs, who really don't show no love
 That's what it is nigga, handle your bis nigga
 This ain't your year nigga, I'll split your wig nigga
 Take a sqwig nigga, this is the new South
 We coming hola, so what you talking bout
 You niggaz still learning, we got they heads turning
 We got the streets burning, this is a street sermon
 That's what it is dummy, you niggaz chasing honey
 We out here chasing money, jacked by G and running


[Hook - 16x]