Hit 'Em Up

[Chorus: Paul Wall]

I'm comin' down (I'm comin' down), I'm actin' bad (I'm actin' bad)

I'm chuckin' deuces and I'm choppin' up the slab (Up the slab)

I'm comin' through (I'm comin' through), I'm tippin' down (I'm tippin' down)

I'm showin' naked and I'm straight actin' a clown (Actin' a clown)

I'm comin' down (I'm comin' down), I'm actin' bad (I'm actin' bad)

I'm chuckin' deuces and I'm choppin' up the slab (Up the slab)

I'm comin' through (I'm comin' through), I'm tippin' down (I'm tippin' down)

I'm showin' naked and I'm straight actin' a clown (Actin' a clown)

[Verse 1: Bun B]

I'm a certified D-boy, a real big nutter (Nutter)

A candy car strutter that be sittin' on butter

Comin' straight up out the gutter with the cartilage cutter

Man, what is that? The Chinese chopper that likes to st-st-stutter

What a fucked-up predicament (Damn), a scary scenario

Automatics in your face have you preparin' your burial (Hold up)

They tracin' the weapon after you scratch off the serial

Eat you up like cereal, there it is and there we go (There we go)

Some banditos ridin' off in the wind

And nigga, we got all your soft in your ends so don't pretend

Like this ain't what it was (Was) or we ain't what you say (Say)

I'll make a high cappa or court fraud light in the day (Day)

Dance in the middle of the street in height of the traffic

Watch what you say when we meet 'cause they know might get your ass kicked (huh)

End up in a pickle like a Vlasic, UGK nigga

We cost like a foreign, but get respect like a classic, motherfucker!

[Chorus: Paul Wall]

I'm comin' down (I'm comin' down), I'm actin' bad (I'm actin' bad)

I'm chuckin' deuces and I'm choppin' up the slab (Up the slab)

I'm comin' through (I'm comin' through), I'm tippin' down (I'm tippin' down)

I'm showin' naked and I'm straight actin' a clown (Actin' a clown)

I'm comin' down (I'm comin' down), I'm actin' bad (I'm actin' bad)

I'm chuckin' deuces and I'm choppin' up the slab (Up the slab)

I'm comin' through (I'm comin' through), I'm tippin' down (I'm tippin' down)

I'm showin' naked and I'm straight actin' a clown (Actin' a clown)

[Verse 2: Paul Wall]

This Paul Wall, baby, Swishahouse spokesperson

Choppin' up the slab, spokes turnin', bobbies searchin'

Shoppers splergin', caked-up 'cause my pockets swole

I'm callin' plays, pullin' broads, I just pick and roll

I'm from that Lone Star, tippin' dime that candy car

Get it shined on 59, lean and tuck I'll cut some more

Hoes wanna who we are, fathers wanna know what we got

Haters wanna talk down a knot, but they just mad 'cause they ain't hot

They ain't got the cash that I got, they don't know what my hood 'bout

They don't know about trunks that pop on Lambos that blaze the top

Countin' cash and stackin' knot, South victory, back to Scott

Crawlin' like big crocodile, I'm diamond smile and Johnny watch

I'm with my partner, box, you and you and not with 'cho

Rick boy, yeah that's fo' sho', breakin' em off, you already know

Drive slow like Kanye West, and Branyan Wayans, and Manny Mesh

A swishahouse chain on my chest, I keep it fresh, We are the best

[Chorus: Paul Wall]

I'm comin' down (I'm comin' down), I'm actin' bad (I'm actin' bad)

I'm chuckin' deuces and I'm choppin' up the slab (Up the slab)

I'm comin' through (I'm comin' through), I'm tippin' down (I'm tippin' down)

I'm showin' naked and I'm straight actin' a clown (Actin' a clown)

I'm comin' down (I'm comin' down), I'm actin' bad (I'm actin' bad)

I'm chuckin' deuces and I'm choppin' up the slab (Up the slab)

I'm comin' through (I'm comin' through), I'm tippin' down (I'm tippin' down)

I'm showin' naked and I'm straight actin' a clown (Actin' a clown)