[Paul Wall]
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There can be only one
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Swisha house
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Ashanti
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Paul Wall what it do
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Murder Inc.
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It's the Houston hard hitter out the seven one three
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It's the people's champ, Paul Wall yea that's me
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Come take a ride with the player out the Lone Star State
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I'm just a hustler on the grind no forgettin that cake
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I came up from the bottom now I reside at the top
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I used to run away from the cops so now its Benzes I cop
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I used to POST UP on the block like Yao Ming on that paint
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But now I pimp the parking lot drivin slow and sippin drink
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Wit Ashanti on my side as I glyde like Clyde
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And nothin listenin wit twenty-fo inches of chrome on my ride
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It's just somethin 'bout the way I tip fo's and grip grain
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And got the boppers on the sideline goin insane
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I got 'em on it, my mackin game is out of control
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But I don't know if it's my looks or my big bank roll
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I'm tweny-fo' years old wit a mouth all gold
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My game's cold and the story's been told it's Paul Wall baby
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[Ashanti]
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See I dunno why (why) I'm feelin just the way I do (do)
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It's been a long time (time), I thought that I was over you
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But now you coming around again, I be remembering whatcha said
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I just can't take it, and I don't wanna go back (oh no)
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[Chorus - Ashanti]
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What is a girl to do if she still on it? (Yes)
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And she been there before with you, and now she don't want it (Yes)
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It's been time and time again, I just wish this thing would end, tell me
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What is a girl to do if she still on it?
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[Ashanti]
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Whenever we talked (talked), it feels like we had something strong (strong)
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And knowin it's wrong (wrong), we tried to do this thing before
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But when you coming real close to me, bringing back all of them memories
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I just can't fake it (fake it), but I don't wanna go back (Oh no)
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[Chorus]
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[Method Man]
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Ah, yea
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Auntie Ashanti is a problem, this track here is a problem
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The best thing rockin since that cotton came to Harlem
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Meth darling, I'm like that Hershey with the almond
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And I don't beg for nothin but your pardon
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They start and I finshed, my animals is starvin for dentist
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Straight up menace, y'all don't get involved in my business
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Look eyewitness, spotted like a blemish all gimmick
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I'm fifty-nine, fiffty authentic
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Tilted wit that NY on it, this money till be made and I want it
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See my palm been itchin for the longest
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But scratch that paper like NASDAQ we laugh at like
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Roll the dice, get the cash back, I'm nice
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Plus I got the juice so I go well wit ice
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Been drug tested three times failed it twice
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Ashanti you doin it big, don't hurt 'em auntie
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Matter fact you killin 'em girl, you murder mami
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Yea, yea
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say wats a girl to do if she still on uuuuu hey
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now she dont want you spend time time again I wish this
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would end Oh Ohhhhh if she still
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on uuuuuuuuu oh yah oh yah oh yah oh yah
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[Chorus]
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Hahahaha
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Yea
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This little somethin for your eardrums
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Paul Wall, Swisha House
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Method Man, Wu-Tang
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Ashanti, the one and only princess
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Hahahahaha yea
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We get back at you in two-thousand six
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It's Murder
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Fo' life
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Still On It
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| Ashanti |
