[Intro: Freeway]
Free! Paul Wall!
And we coming with the bump bump buuum!

Early! Yeah! Uh! It's The Roc, Swishahouse and we
Dumping on y'all hating $$# ^!$$%s
And we hit ya'll with the Bump Bump buuum

Early! Uh! Yeah! Uh!

Y'all better keep your weapons close

It's Philly and Paul Wall
And this is the way we ball bring the raw
To your city got them semis

If you really want war
We gon bring it to your doorstep
Vests and them hoodies

And we pop pop pop
Through your body
Put the rest in your fitted

And this is the way you fall to the ground
An' you shaking ^!$$%
State prop @@#! game and we gun a hater down

And we take a hater's pounds
And we sell a hater's bricks
And we the main reason why they chicks is not around

Somebody tell them that they're roc' in Houston
Swishahouse got that knock in Houston we come and lock %#@! down


[Chorus:]
Real ^!$$%s stand up point em we gon gun 'em haters down come around you hear that...
And all my real (*##$es step up come to wipe a player down smoke a pound with him

Real ^!$$%s step up we gon gun 'em haters down come around you hear that...
And all my real (*##$es step up come to wipe a player down smoke a pound with him


[Paul Wall:]
I hear these haters talking seem like they're getting louder
These sweet cupcakes softer than some clam chowder

I'm from the city of powder, syrup and crack rocks?
For twenty dollars get you higher than an astronaut
I keep a Glock in my state prop jeans

Floating on cloud nine goin' off cold dean
I chuck a deuce to a hater
I'm on a mission for paper

I got lew hawk with me serving dope fiends like a waiter
I'm on the south lee with my boy
Big bank take little bank baby tell me what it do

These boys talking loud but they ain't saying a thang
But Paul Wall and Freeway will make 'em sang


[Chorus]

It's the Swishahouse state prop chain gang

45 cal big Glock bang bang
I keep the tupperware tucked in my underwear
Rain down thunder on these suckers make the clutter clear

Let's get one thing clear I run with grizzly bears
Bite you in your back and make you straighten out your chest hair
I'm 100 baby no time for playing games

I got a garden full of carats hanging in my chain
I keep a player bought my paper f**k a hater
Cause the real turn fake switching over like a crossfader

I'm squashing chatter climbing up the ladder
Cause my goal is to make my pockets fatter baby Paul Wall


[Chorus]