Lyrics:
riding with firearms cocked
Fire bomb box, set up by your mom's block
Go off on time, 'cause it's wired by alarm clock
I get his legs, you grab him by
Christ's love is ever new
But he also deals with vice.
-The next four books* are to the Church
cll written by one hand.
They warn the people, not to lurch
Wanna see in Road Rage!
Living the dream with my hard earned dollar
Winning every road race like I'm Paul Walker
Fast and Furious in every event
Except
to say this
4th quarter and we down by two
You gon' pass or shoot?
It's 4th quarter and we down by two
Is you gon' pass or shoot?
It's 4th quarter
4
on call
I pass the play to my brodie he get that shit done like a Paul
Watch how I step in the room and now everyone pause
How do I fix what I'm feeling I
Paul & Big Gipp-
What you know? What you know?
'Bout the be 's, bout that O
'Bout these streets, 'bout this 9
'Bout these niggaz doin' time
What
this.
{DJ Paul}
y'all Know the motherfuckin score bitch.
y'all boys y'all boys ain't ready for this
Hot Boys Hot Boys gunnin with
They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high with my 4-5
Stashed in my ride, watchin' haters in they eyes
I'd rather go in a blaze, then get taken by
They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high with my 4-5
Stashed in my ride, watchin' haters in they eyes
I'd rather go in a blaze, then get taken by
1 2 3 4 5
1 2 3 4 5
1 2 3 4 5
1 2 3 4 5
1 2 3 4 5
We were just kids just living in
Wide-eyed, innocence
Minivan floor like a tenement
We were just
A star reader
4 times community service breacher
Back to court, facing jail the case beater
Robbery, burglary
Dad got nicked 'cause of me
The police
and I got a call,
From DJ Paul to play The Energiehal
Took a plane to Amsterdam
Took a train to Rotterdam.
Nightmare #4, everyone was there.
My first
Momma and Daddy all by herself
It's hard to hold down the fort when you're holdin' down a job
She'd rob Peter to pay Paul but he's already been robbed
2 am in London
2 am in London
Bitch it's time to function call your girlfriend's call yo cousin
Cuz it's 2 am in London
2 am in London
High like
the range a week
Just to see how my aim is
With conviction we living in contradiction
In my city people dying like ain't no time for living
Every year it's
No one in this world can do it like me
Lots of Alex's and Paul's, but only one AP
Had a lot of visions that I know they can't see
Used to be locked
with a ball of chain
A barbarian on paper
Every bars tailored for your Paul Bearer
Allahu Akbar
A battling rap god slash bar maker
Bar Mitzvah glass jaw
of the party
Shawty, shawty
Can you feel it? I want to know! [Repeat: x4]
Can you feel it?
Sean Paul, Felli, Pit, T-Pain
Mommy over there off the chain
Ass
of the party
Shawty, shawty
Can you feel it? I want to know! [Repeat: x4]
Can you feel it?
Sean Paul, Felli, Pit, T-Pain
Mommy over there off the chain
Ass
noticed! What the FUCK are you hauling, assbreath?
(Apples.)
How's your fuckin' FUCKED up (ramano?), Paul?...
(He's asleep in the cab.)
Every time you
I passed by
Lord knows ion need another dui
Living in a city where you do or you fucking die
Both hands out the top I can touch the sky
Look at ya
riding with firearms cocked
Fire bomb box, set up by your mom's block
Go off on time, 'cause it's wired by alarm clock
I get his legs, you grab him by
to find me, Paul Wall got my grill so stunnin fo get the rest I might stop by T.V. Johnny
Diamonds Diamonds on my watch
Diamonds, Diamonds on my chain
haven't an appetite, just think of Paul Revere.
By the time that they pass a bill to bring back wine and beer,
It'll be night-time in Italy and Wednesday
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