[Intro]
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Yeah
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In the house
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Ladies and gentlemen
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Paul Wall
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[Paul Wall]
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The balling is big
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Cuz the hustle is hard
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The grind is kinda huge
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So jealousy is quite large
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With credit cards and cash stacks
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My mind focused on greenbacks
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I go and get it
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I don't relax
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The player hating is to the max
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Kush sacks and powder packs
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No time to eat
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It's just snacks
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That's whiskey and congiac
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Getting fucked up like
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College frats
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Just facts
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Fascination with paper stacks
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And masturbation on baby's backs
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Assassination my player stacks
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Gang sharp like thumb tacks
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Go dump on horse gump
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They chew me up like orbits gum
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Swallow cock and eat cum
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Eat crumbs
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Run from cops but bar none
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In the streets like a bum
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If you don't like come get you some
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[Chorus]
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I hear em talking that shit
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But they ain't saying shit
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They don't wanna start shit
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Tell them they can eat shit
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They all full of shit
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Cuz they not about shit
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If they keep on talking shit
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Im'ma gonna make them eat shit
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Motherfucker fuck you
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With my middle finger up
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Motherfucker fuck you
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With my middle finger up
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Fuck you (fuck you)
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Fuck you (fuck you)
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[Fred Durst]
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Hold up
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I got moves to makes
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I cruise this globe you
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Gonna hafta wait
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Imma slap that bitch upside your face
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But bitch don't smile
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Imma hafta hate
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I don't take to that shit so lightly
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Microphone got me in the zone
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What that shot patrol
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We gonna hafta brone
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Imma smack this shit upside your brain
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Upside your dome
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What
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You know what me and Paul Wall
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Gonna fuck this shit like some slut
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Yo bitches go get lubed up
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Get chewed out and spit out
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Like snot i blow this shit out
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I love when rock and roll gets mix with hip hop ho!
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Lets shot this clock
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Blasting classics
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Now you know
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I'm head to toe
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On abby road
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I flip that super nasty flow
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Keep the ladies on the go and they keep coming back for mo'
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[Chorus]
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I hear em talking that shit
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But they ain't saying shit
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They don't wanna start shit
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Tell them they can eat shit
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They all full of shit
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Cuz they not about shit
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If they keep on talking shit
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Im'ma gonna make them eat shit
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Motherfucker fuck you
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With my middle finger up
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Motherfucker fuck you
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With my middle finger up
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Fuck you (fuck you)
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Fuck all the haters
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Fuck you (fuck you)
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Cease the fake
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Increase the stakes
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This gold cobra is wilder great
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Please wait no sweet escape
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Just swisher sweets
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Ain't KUSH great
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Police on the take
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No beefs with fate
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No peace for fate
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Peace is the shit they speak the hate
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Just broken bones and body aches
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You gotta leap from the waist
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Hello police state
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Keep my mind on the cake
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I'm fly like superman
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But no cape
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Dripped and draped in that street scholar
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Hardly awake and half baked
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Peak the technique
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Clean the slate
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The flow is so well done like steak
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Break em down
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I got some moves to make
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Go fuck yourself if you can't relate
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[Fred Durst]
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They talk yeah
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They talk
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They talk
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They talk
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They done dug themselves a hole
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They know it's all they fault
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Gonna pour salt straight on the wound
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Getter catch this jet it's leaving soon
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Infection might be settling in
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But this doctor done checked out the room
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We blazing through like Xananadu
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What?
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Now you know what not to do
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This crack here might not be for you
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But imma gonna leave you crackers black and blue
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We wrack this shit like hand grenades
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This blunt is smoked up all day
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But had to piss on your parade
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[Chorus]
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Middle Finger
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| Limp Bizkit |
