Yeah, I'm a spitter You other cats be on litter That's probably why you just penny pushin and I'm bigger So you hate on me cause you lack paper and I'm gritter With two Biancas up on my arms like John Ritter Oh my goodness Is they talking shit again? When I been player on the day I become US citizen Haters keep wishin Imma take a lost, but I'm finishin Killer but squiller, just like Percy Miller, no limits then I aim for digits, 100% of my people came to get it He used to be bigger but then became a midget Taken out of the game, livin lame and live it So we gotta hate on the next man, cause he don't got the money We love him at the bottom and now he's a ex Tech fan Get the fuck outta my face, I'm winning, it's not a mistake You got to be hotter, me sit and me watch me expand You take falls I take her and take drawls They give you the wait stall They give me the mate call (ooh baby) You yay tall Lov-es me, but hates y'all That's why Imma take all, with pops in the great wall Nigga
[Chorus] If fraud is what your sellin Get The Fuck Outta Here When they lie you gotta tell em Get The Fuck Outta Here If you steppin to me wrong Get The Fuck Outta Here You aint gotta go home Get The Fuck Outta Here (Yeah)
(3X) Tell em what to do (what?) Tell em what to do (what?) Tell em what to do Get the fuck outta here
(1X) Get the fuck outta here Get the fuck outta here You aint gotta go home But get the fuck outta here
(Popper) I stay in the zone, like 28s in a baggy A veteran stands here, rookie niggas at ease (yes sir) Grab these, shove your middle fingers in the sky Tell it like it is, when I rap so y'all identify Start from the ground, formulate a enterprise Get outta here before you get punished and penalized I've been advised to stay in this lane homie I swear when I rap, I says not a thang phony I'm icy, I'm shiny, though I aint got a chain on me Even when I'm inside of this booth, I keep my thang on me And when it rains on me, I don't complain homie Eliminate the probs, so I don't have to strain homie I talks a bunch of shit, the haters wanna flame throw me Rappers aint got the balls or the dot to place they aims on me Get the fuck outta here, tell them Walt told ya Popper will done deal every one of tour soft soldiers
(Chorus) If fraud is what your sellin Get The Fuck Outta Here When they lie you gotta tell em Get The Fuck Outta Here If you steppin to me wrong Get The Fuck Outta Here You aint gotta go home Get The Fuck Outta Here (Yeah)
(3X) Tell em what to do (what?) Tell em what to do (what?) Tell em what to do Get the fuck outta here
(1X) Get the fuck outta here Get the fuck outta here You aint gotta go home But get the fuck outta here
(Paul Wall) I do this for my partners standin out there on the block And I do this for them haters on the sideline that knock Despite what they be saying I just can't seem to stop gettin this guap I got a lot, partner I'm almost to the top I gotta cop new watch, a fresh grill and new clothes I'm trying to come down candy low, sideways on fours I gotta that bread, it be money over these hoes Cause my friends be turning to foes, and harsh words lead to blows They be mad at me cause I'm the shit, while they just shit And I get up off my ass and get it, while they just sit They upset cause I'm getting bread, while they layin in bed Even though I started off at the bottom, I'm 100 miles ahead They still be talkin' down on me try to slander my name Cause I'm the man, mane But they washed dollar change They hate me cause they aint me, but please make no mistake (yeah) They not me but can't stop me, cause I'm Paul Wall the great, baby