[Intro: KLC & (Juelz Santana)]
(Big City Terrorizer, Santana, ay!)
Hello World, wassup everybody?
I'm speaking to all the people out there
There comes a time to where you have to know who you are
(Dipset, Skoal game)
And what you are to overcome things
Oh and by the way, My name is KLC
The drum man, you heard me?
But this not about me, This is about the People's Champ
From Houston Texas, my partner, Paul Wall
Tell em who you are!
[Chorus: Paul Wall]
I'm a real mothafucka what are you? (what are you?)
I'm a real mothafucka what are you? (what are you?)
I'm gettin money, stayin' true, chasin' paper, what it do?
I'm a real mothafucka what are you? (what are you)
[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
I'm grindin' like a rotor and I'm postin' like a sticky note
Stackin' up that paper, pockets fatter than a dukie rope
Boyz lookin' sick but that doctor got that antidote
Hatin cuz they broke, suckas fake as a 30 spoke
I'm watchin the stock quotes, I'm real as a pac [?]
But these clowns be actin funny like a knock knock joke
They cramp on my style cuz I got money and power
My paper long as the nile, so how them haters like me now?
Them bustas on the prow, so I'm ten tokes down
I'm puttin' all ya'll to sleep, so put on your night gown
Some tatoos and a ice grill don't make you real
These cats be actin frauder than a 4 dollar bill
(Big City Terrorizer, Santana, ay!)
Hello World, wassup everybody?
I'm speaking to all the people out there
There comes a time to where you have to know who you are
(Dipset, Skoal game)
And what you are to overcome things
Oh and by the way, My name is KLC
The drum man, you heard me?
But this not about me, This is about the People's Champ
From Houston Texas, my partner, Paul Wall
Tell em who you are!
[Chorus: Paul Wall]
I'm a real mothafucka what are you? (what are you?)
I'm a real mothafucka what are you? (what are you?)
I'm gettin money, stayin' true, chasin' paper, what it do?
I'm a real mothafucka what are you? (what are you)
[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
I'm grindin' like a rotor and I'm postin' like a sticky note
Stackin' up that paper, pockets fatter than a dukie rope
Boyz lookin' sick but that doctor got that antidote
Hatin cuz they broke, suckas fake as a 30 spoke
I'm watchin the stock quotes, I'm real as a pac [?]
But these clowns be actin funny like a knock knock joke
They cramp on my style cuz I got money and power
My paper long as the nile, so how them haters like me now?
Them bustas on the prow, so I'm ten tokes down
I'm puttin' all ya'll to sleep, so put on your night gown
Some tatoos and a ice grill don't make you real
These cats be actin frauder than a 4 dollar bill
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