Still on It Ashanti (Ft. Method Man & Paul Wall)

[Intro: Paul Wall]
There can be only one
Swisha house
Ashanti
Pall Wall what it do
Murder Inc

[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
It's the Houston hard hitter out the seven one three
It's the people's champ, Paul Wall yeah that's me
Come take a ride with the player out the Lone Star State
I'm just a hustler on the grind known for getting that cake
I came up from the bottom now I reside on the top
I used to run away from cops but now its Benzes I cop
I used to pump stuff on the block like Yao Ming on the paint
But now I pimp the parking lot drivin slow and sippin drink
With Ashanti on my side as I glide like Clyde
Ain't nothin less than with twenty-fours on my side
It's just something about the way I tip fours and grip grain
And got the boppers on the sideline going insane
I got them on it, my macking game is out of control
But I don't know if it's my looks or my big bank roll
I'm tweny-four years old with a mouth all gold
My game's cold and the story's been told, it's Paul Wall baby

[Verse 2: Ashanti]
See, I dunno why (why) I'm feeling just the way I do (do)
It's been a long time (time), I thought that I was over you
But now you coming around again, I be remembering what you said
I just can't take it, and I don't wanna go back (oh no)