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Wall Paul Get Your Paper Up

true, get your paper up They see me, posen' Ridin' fresh with the paint, doors open Them haters talkin' down, still I'm comin' up I get money, stay true, get your paper up

[Chorus: Chamillionaire (Paul Wall)] Guess it's just a hood thing, woodgrain, grippin on the Friday* My chain lookin like the sun Swag turned way up,

life, I'm only livin it, so don't go and ruin it Words from a legend, keep your dome up in the sky Listen to Paul Wall and Chef Fly (get high) [Chorus

.P, Young Jeezy, Birdman, Lil? Weezy Trick Daddy, Young Buck, So So Def, Jermaine Dupri J Prince, Rap-A-Lot, Juicy J, DJ Paul Slim Thug, Lil' Keke, Chamillionare, Paul Wall

'll drive with a package from Atlanta to Dallas You ain't know, better ask your bitch Paul Wall, Bun B, B.G. is as trill as it get Trill is when you'

Get the fuck outta here, Nena Get the fuck outta here, Paper Get the fuck outta here, Wall Get the fuck outta here Yeah, I'ma spitter, you other cats

my game and when a hater's all fall I'ma be smiling, revealing my grill from Paul Wall Shake it for me bitch, let me see you get loose Let me see you

my paper still and you know how jealous my paper get/ You know i'm attached to my paper, tryin' to hold it down like a paper clip/ Pimp C had told me

plaques up on my walls got twenties on my cars keep coming like you coming and I'm gonna show you I ain't fucked up bout no charge nigga {Juicy J} can