Houston BBQ Paul Wall & Termanology (Ft. Bun B)

[Intro: Bun B]
Hold up
Goddamn
This ho go, I ain't lyin' (For real)
This bitch go right here (Know what I'm sayin'?)
I been waitin' a long time to rock one of these Large Professor beats (Big facts)
Back on the block
With my brothers Paul and Term'
Round two, let's get it, baby (Let's roll)
Ayy

[Verse 1: Bun B]
I wake up in the morning thinkin', "The world is mine"
Living in a house this big with a girl this fine
Ride around in the car that cost more than an Ivy League education
I don't sip Starbucks, I make 'em
As-salamu alaykum to the gods
Middle finger up to the fraud
Stick my middle finger up in your broad
You a sucker with a gangster façade
I'm the dealer pulling your card
No holds barred, I go so hard
Put me on a beat by Large Pro
I spit a verse that left for dead in Paul garage though
But what you expect when you beckon the OG?
I reckon get to wreckin', six foot is down to four three
None of it done low-key, I broad-day you
You know me, where I see you is where I'ma lay you
On the ground, screamin' out, "Somebody help me"
It's Bun, Paul, and Term' on production from LP