R.I.P.(Explicit) - Papoose

(Paul Wall Intro)
I go by the name of Paul Wall The People's Champ
And I'm pullin' down with my partna Papoose baby
They talkin' bout...
(Paul Wall)
Kick the door down, weighed glock, bag the money, gimme all that you got,
Than its back to the hood, for a all night flight, tryin to slang a lick at the gamblers spot,
All or nothin, win or lose, grind all day, no time to snooze,
Stack o' cash, one dolla at a time, just earnin' stripes, and payin my do's,
5-9, 5-8, South Lee, South Bake, Lil E, Big Mix, my partna Bowdy, pour up the drank,
Getcha eagle on flip a bird, 16 deep can buy you a brick,
Plus that clock go stone for stone, gram for gram, lick for lick,
Ova night celebrity in the streets, bust a move feet to feet,
Cut the corner, slide off in the wind, and its back to the block for a meet n greet,
Where's the drank?Where's the dro?Where's the whip?Where's the blow?
Pop seal, pour a fo', fire up the piff, light n blow,
I'm comin straight from dat Houston, Texas, I got the tech, who's next wit plex?
I do yo a**, like a garbage fest, I'll peal yo shell n snap yo neck,
It's Paul Wall no need to explain, emerged from the game in a slab on swang,
Sip the drank, take it straight to the brain, I'm f**kin' round with that Drama King,
(Paul Wall