[Intro]
Yeah
In the house

Ladies and gentlemen
Paul Wall


[Paul Wall]
The balling is big
Cuz the hustle is hard

The grind is kinda huge
So jealousy is quite large
With credit cards and cash stacks

My mind focused on greenbacks
I go and get it
I don't relax

The player hating is to the max
Kush sacks and powder packs
No time to eat

It's just snacks
That's whiskey and congiac
Getting $#&@ed up like

College frats
Just facts
Fascination with paper stacks

And masturbation on baby's backs
Assassination my player stacks
Gang sharp like thumb tacks

Go dump on horse gump
They chew me up like orbits gum
Swallow @@#! and eat###

Eat crumbs
Run from cops but bar none
In the streets like a bum

If you don't like come get you some

[Chorus]

I hear em talking that %#@!
But they ain't saying %#@!
They don't wanna start %#@!

Tell them they can eat %#@!
They all full of %#@!
Cuz they not about %#@!

If they keep on talking %#@!
I'm'ma gonna make them eat %#@!
Mother$#&@er $#&@ you

With my middle finger up
Mother$#&@er $#&@ you
With my middle finger up

$#&@ you ($#&@ you)
$#&@ you ($#&@ you)


[Fred Durst]
Hold up
I got moves to makes

I cruise this globe you
Gonna hafta wait
Imma slap that (*##$ upside your face

But (*##$ don't smile
Imma hafta hate
I don't take to that %#@! so lightly

Microphone got me in the zone
What that shot patrol
We gonna hafta brone

Imma smack this %#@! upside your brain
Upside your dome
What

You know what me and Paul Wall
Gonna $#&@ this %#@! like some !@#%
Yo (*##$es go get lubed up

Get chewed out and spit out
Like snot I blow this %#@! out
I love when rock and roll gets mix with hip hop ho!

Lets shot this clock
Blasting classics
Now you know

I'm head to toe
On abby road
I flip that super nasty flow
Keep the ladies on the go and they keep coming back for mo'


[Chorus]
I hear em talking that %#@!
But they ain't saying %#@!
They don't wanna start %#@!
Tell them they can eat %#@!

They all full of %#@!
Cuz they not about %#@!
If they keep on talking %#@!
I'm'ma gonna make them eat %#@!
Mother$#&@er $#&@ you

With my middle finger up
Mother$#&@er $#&@ you
With my middle finger up
$#&@ you ($#&@ you)
$#&@ all the haters

$#&@ you ($#&@ you)

[Freddie D]
Cease the fake
Increase the stakes
This gold cobra is wilder great

Please wait no sweet escape
Just swisher sweets
Ain't KUSH great
Police on the take
No beefs with fate
No peace for fate
Peace is the %#@! they speak the hate

Just broken bones and body aches
You gotta leap from the waist
Hello police state
Keep my mind on the cake
I'm fly like superman
But no cape
Dripped and draped in that street scholar

Hardly awake and half baked
Peak the technique
Clean the slate
The flow is so well done like steak
Break em down
I got some moves to make
Go $#&@ yourself if you can't relate


[Fred Durst]
They talk yeah
They talk
They talk
They talk
They done dug themselves a hole

They know it's all they fault
Gonna pour salt straight on the wound
Getter catch this jet it's leaving soon
Infection might be settling in
But this doctor done checked out the room
We blazing through like Xananadu
What?

Now you know what not to do
This crack here might not be for you
But imma gonna leave you crackers black and blue
We wrack this %#@! like hand grenades
This blunt is smoked up all day
But had to piss on your parade

[Chorus]
I hear em talking that %#@!
But they ain't saying %#@!
They don't wanna start %#@!
Tell them they can eat %#@!
They all full of %#@!
Cuz they not about %#@!
If they keep on talking %#@!
I'm'ma gonna make them eat %#@!
Mother$#&@er $#&@ you
With my middle finger up
Mother$#&@er $#&@ you
With my middle finger up
$#&@ you ($#&@ you)
$#&@ you ($#&@ you)

[Fred Durst]
Take all the pieces of the puzzle (you heard me?)
If they ain't fittin' we in trouble
Busting all your $$#es like a bubble
You know I'm mad at you
$#&@ you and your attitude
(Yeah)
$#&@ you and your attitude
(That's right y'all)
$#&@ you and your attitude
Freddie D and Paul Wall
You know I am mad at you
$#&@ you and your attitude
Ha ha