Still on It (instrumental) Ashanti

(Irv Gotti:)
There can only be one, Ashanti... Murder Inc

(Paul Wall:)
(Paul Wall, What It Do?)
It's the Houston Hard Hitter out the 713, it's "The People's Champ," Paul Wall, yeah that's me
Come take a ride with a playa out the 'Lone Star State'
I'm just a hustler on the grind known for gettin' that cake
I came up from the bottom, now i reside at the top
I used to run away from cops, but now it's benzes i cop
I used to post up on the block like Yao Ming in the paint, but now i pimp the parkin' lot, drivin' slow n sippin' drank
With Ashanti on my side as i glide like Clyde, and nothin' less than 24 inches of chrome on my ride
It's just somethin' bout the way I tip 4s and grip grain and got these boppers on the sidelines goin insane
I got 'em moanin', my mackin' game is outta
Control, but i don't know if it's my looks or my big bank roll
I'm 24 years old with my mouth all gold, my games cold and now the stories been told
It's Paul Wall, baby (baby)

(Ashanti: (Verse 1)
See i don't know why (why)
I'm feelin' just the way i do (do)
It's been a long time (time)
I thought that i was over you, but now you're coming around again
I'll be remembering what you said
I just can't take it, and i don't wanna go back, oh no