State To State - feat. Freeway Explicit

Free! Paul Wall!
And we comin' with the bum-bum-bum
Early! G'yeah! Uh
It's the Roc, Swishahouse and we bum-bum-bum
Dumpin' on y'all hatin' ass niggas and we hit y'all with the bum-bum-bum
Early! Uh, g'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 yo' 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 fitty and "this is the way you fall"

To the ground and you shakin', nigga
State Prop cock game, squeeze gunnin' haters 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 the Roc in Houston
Swishahouse got that knock in Houston
We come to lock shit down

Real niggas, stand up, point 'em out
We gon' gun them haters down, get from 'round you hear that bum-bum-bum
And all my real bitches step up
Come to wipe a player down, smoke a pound with him, bum-bum-bum

Real niggas step up
We gon' gun them haters down, get from 'round you hear that bum-bum-bum
And all my real bitches step up
Come to wipe a player down, smoke a pound with him, bum-bum-bum

I hear these haters talkin', seem like they gettin' louder
These sweet cupcakes, softer than some clam chowder
I'm from the city that's proud to serve big crack rocks
For 20 dollars, get you higher than an astronaut
I keep a Glock in my State Prop jeans
Floating on cloud nine, gone off codeine
I chunk a deuce to a hater, I'm on a mission for paper
I got Lil' Hawk with me servin' dope fiends like a waiter

I'm on the south B with my boy, do you
Big bank take little bank, baby, tell me what it do
These boys talkin' loud, but they ain't saying a thang
But Paul Wall and Freeway'll make 'em sang
When we hit 'em with that bum-bum-bum

Real niggas stand up, point 'em out
We gon' gun them haters down, get from 'round you hear that bum-bum-bum
And all my real bitches step up
Come to wipe a player down, smoke a pound with him, bum-bum-bum

Real niggas step up
We gon' gun them haters down, get from 'round you hear that bum-bum-bum
And all my real bitches step up
Come to wipe a player down, smoke a pound with him, bum-bum-bum

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 one hundred baby, no time for playin' games
I got a garden full of karats hangin' in my chain
I keep a player 'bout my paper, fuck a hater
'Cause the real turn fake, switchin' over like a crossfader
I'm squashin' chatter, climbin' up the ladder
'Cause my goal is to make my pockets fatter, baby, Paul Wall

Real niggas stand up, point 'em out
We gon' gun them haters down, get from 'round you hear that bum-bum-bum
And all my real bitches step up
Come to wipe a player down, smoke a pound with him, bum-bum-bum

Real niggas step up
We gon' gun them haters down, get from 'round you hear that bum-bum-bum
And all my real bitches step up
Come to wipe a player down, smoke a pound with him, bum-bum-bum

Paul Wall, Philadelphia Freeway
Swishahouse, State Property
In Philly, they say "early"
In Houston, Texas, we say "already"
But it's all good

Real niggas stand up, point 'em out
We gon' gun them haters down, get from 'round you hear that bum-bum-bum
And all my real bitches step up
Come to wipe a player down, smoke a pound with him, bum-bum-bum

Real niggas step up
We gon' gun them haters down, get from 'round you hear that bum-bum-bum
And all my real bitches step up
Come to wipe a player down, smoke a pound with him, bum-bum-bum

Oh, the future here's coming soon
We over here live from the grid and no time black
Already
Sanchez on the beat, throw down, baby
Paul Wall, Freeway