- Paul Wall Dats What Dats Is 歌詞
- Paul Wall
- Killer kill from the
Ville, Killer
Mike In the **********ing building *****
Yall already know,
Killa kill putting it down
New South
Movement, mo******
New South
Movement,
South Lee
Southwest
Click [Hook - 9x]
Thats what that is pimp [Bun B]
Now loving, is the size of my shoe
And thats the new size thatll hold you, let your **** come through
See one deep
Im whooping clicks, gangs
With my 50
Cal. click bang,
Im gangsta walking with that trick aim
My nuts hang, like
D-boys on the corner
And I could send a ***** *****, a
Bengal like
Ty Warner
Im 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 its a kick do, for your pies and pine
Im riding off in the sunset, the horizons 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 aint 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 dont belong on this ride
Im 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 cant be wiped out,
Im like a permanent marker
Boys mean mugging in the club, repping they hood
Its understood but cross that line, homie it aint good
Its survival of the fittest,
Im the last one breathing
While you in your bed sleeping,
Im still out here creeping [Hook - 8x] [Killer Mike]
Take your ass to church *****, if you wanna learn better
Join Mase and
Bethle- **** him,
Im trying to get cheddar
My stack will clearly show, my talent for moving blow
And its gangsta music, so **** 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 aint playing
I aint joking,
Im rolling loaded and open
Its 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 *** **, it rip and tear tissue
Bullet bang, turn brains into baby batter
Turn great matter, into antimatter
**** your chitter-chatter, whos good better best badder
Let the shotgun splitter splatter, who it hit child or *****
It dont matter, ****** just handling bis
Primetime guerilla gang, get his what it is [H.A.W.K.]
Last but not least, its
H.A. Dub Buckshot slugs, you covered in blood
Feel me cuz, or get drug in the mud
By these Texas thugs, who really dont show no love
Thats what it is *****, handle your bis *****
This aint your year *****,
Ill split your wig *****
Take a sqwig *****, this is the new
South We coming hola, so what you talking bout
You ****** still learning, we got they heads turning
We got the streets burning, this is a street sermon
Thats what it is dummy, you ****** chasing honey
We out here chasing money, jacked by
G and running [Hook - 16x]
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