No Asterisk
Paul Wall, Termanology
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P Dub Ayy, what it do? Paul Wall, baby Hold up Statik, let me take a stab at it Name added on the list City on the atlas Cut the bullshit I'm so far past it Lotta paper drop the acid No biohazard Maybe two-tone or maybe my note chromatic Iced the Patek Cold world wear a jack Roll the backwood and pack it If you tryna match it Make it massive Hit the blunt I attack it Inhaling have you choking like you asthmatic Throwing knowledge down I just hope and pray you catch it Intellect multi-facet Close the bracket But close mind frame lead you to a closed casket Crack a book open Digest and unpack it Achieve whatever you imagine As long as you task it Success starts with small habits Karats in my mouth like a rabbit Diamonds bag it Out here chasing after cabbage Quest for that packet But it's heavy traffic Gotta fill my sack Matter fact, double bag it Tool, I gotta pack it, life can be tragic Tap the blunt after I dunk it Yeah, I Shaq it Like Keith coats Something extra, yeah I waxed it Boy, it's fantastic Psilocybin magic I just want the rings and title with no asterisk Uh, whole trunk full of bricks Full of mad shit Whole trunk full of blades, full of ratchets Pull up to the projects trunk pop I got merch, I got drugs, I got what you want Every couple hundred fans, it's another opp They got blood upon they hands so it's f*ck cops Everybody put they money in this one pot Everybody getting money on this one block You know me? I put fire work in the hood Now it's poppin' baby, fireworks in the hood Red shirt like I'm Suge Putting work in the hood Lil' cutie on my lap and she twerking good You see them lips, you see dem hips You see the whip Now you get it why I be on some conceited shit Could had you boys shot Gang leader, bitch But it's only small moves under my leadership Uh, ain't no crash dummies we just stack money Fucked a couple hundred bitches off of rap money Beast mode like a running back I'm running laps around these MCs I bet you a hundred racks They couldn't out spit or f*ck with the outfit I'm in my house dip down baby peep the drip Henny and perc yeah that's a sweet mix And Statik on the boards bet you that's a sweet mix Uh, bring Big, 'Pac and Pun back We need the remix
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