Paul And Paz - Lyrics - Vinnie Paz

[Intro: Charlie Manson] I run the underworld, guy. I decide who does what and where they do it at. Why am I gonna run around and act like I'm some teeny-bopper somewhere for somebody else's money? I make the money, man. I roll the nickels. The game's mine. I'm the king! [Chorus: Block McCloud] Gotta get fetti, gotta get that dough Please don't hate me cause I hustle and it's all I know We get fetti man, we get that flow They hate us because we love paper chasing Gotta get feddy, gotta get that dough Please don't hate me cause I hustle and it's all I know We get feddy man, we get that flow They hate us because we love paper chasing [Verse 1: Paul Wall] I'm the man with the plan and them rocks in my hand In the Cadillac sitting on the fours ? so heavy but the haters mad at me When I come around the corner so slow I'm the *** where I'm from in the land of Screw A go-getter chasing after bankrolls If you're hating don't try it cause I'm waiting so quiet A player stay up on his toes I got my mind on paper, not concerned with them haters Them boys is talking down call me catch up later See I pull up in that black on black like Darth Vader Handing bars out the window, serving boys like a waiter My mind on dollar signs so partner Imma grind Gotta punch that clock and paper-chase overtime That paper is a fool if you put in work I'mma hustle till I'm under the dirt, I gotta get it baby [Verse 2: Vinnie Paz] I'm nice with the ox, you get cut like the raw white Or hit you with a *** silver bullet like Coors Light I could tell a snitch if he don't walk through the door right I could tell a snitch if he don't handle the four right The fifth levitate your body to God's height Flatline, long dark tunnel and saw light I'mma ride dirty so *** forget the law Chicken wing, shrimp, fried rice, and the liquor store It don't take a lot for me to have the pistol drawn Get popped in front of me, I don't even assist the boy Y'all are fronting, I don't know what the resistance for Y'all are nothing, that's why that you keep you distance for Anybody *** with Vinnie getting laid to waste I'mma have your white tee looking like it's tomato paste You a joker *** Vinnie play the ace Paul take the thirty-eight snub and rearrange his face [Chorus]