[Irv Gotti:]
There can only be one, Ashanti… Murder Inc.
[Paul Wall:]
(Paul Wall, What It Do?)
It’s the Houston Hard Hitter out the 713, it’s “The People’s Champ,” Paul Wall, yeah that’s me.
Come take a ride with a playa out the ‘Lone Star State’.
I’m just a hustler on the grind known for gettin’ that cake.
I came up from the bottom, now i reside at the top.
I used to run away from cops, but now it’s benzes i cop.
I used to post up on the block like Yao Ming in the paint, but now i pimp the parkin’ lot, drivin’ slow n sippin’ drank.
With Ashanti on my side as i glide like Clyde, and nothin’ less than 24 inches of chrome on my ride.
It’s just somethin’ bout the way I tip 4s and grip grain and got these boppers on the sidelines goin insane.
I got ‘em moanin’, my mackin’ game is outta
control, but i don’t know if it’s my looks or my big bank roll.
I’m 24 years old with my mouth all gold, my games cold and now the stories been told.
It’s Paul Wall, baby (baby).
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