It’s Magic Paul Wall & Termanology (Ft. CL Smooth)

[Intro: CL Smooth]
Yeah
Yes

[Verse 1: CL Smooth]
We do this with no apology, Paul Wall, Termanology
With hands down one of the best, true, I gotta be
Fools running 'round here front, no, probably
While I'm breathing, all of my roses now, honor me
Boy, you still in the hood? I be in the new spot
I go to the dealership, you be in the used lot
This is what separates me and you clearly
And one, two mic check one, two you hear me?
This is not a test, I mix it up with the best
If this was military, have medals all on my chest
Cory Penn in the flеsh and the talk never rеsts
When I could smack you like old boy did for far less
Do this for no clout, show you what it's all about
And for the record, you can keep my wife's name out your mouth
Do you wanna press charges with they ass off top?
And he kept it one hundred, my brother Ziploc

[Interlude: Paul Wall]
I gotta let 'em know
I gotta let 'em know
Paul Wall, baby
Ayy, ayy