Paul Wall, Termanology, Wais P, KXNG Crooked - Clubber Lang lyrics

Right now at 5: 30
A deadly and braising shooting in Brooklyn
Oh, shit i, self, Wall and CEO
Statik you tell 'em (Statik Selektah)
That's me yeah, yeah

Expansive six-room mansion taken
By the government
Makin' Manson moves, big guns I'm lovin' it
Suckers hit, I'm dubbin' it
Clubber lang clubbin' it
Twenty sack stuffin' it, bad bitch cuffin' it
And I done had enough of
This nursery breakin' me rhymes
Niggas lyin', they got perjury lines
It's like surgery
Your life's literally on the line
And my designs, pure cancer
These pure anthems
Got 'em dancin' in the streets
Not from thе beat
But from the shots that jump outta the hеat
Fuck your thought, blood sport
Blood on my Diors shootin' niggas on tour
Leavin' 'em stretched
I'm naughty with the Glock 40
That's why I named it Treach
I blame respect for the reason you gotta
Get checked when I'm on the set
And stop askin' me for the connect
I crash and wreck
And put holes through the door
Of your baby mamma address
Global mogul get you injured, come in a gang
When the chip nick folds you, you hold you
I'm the greatest
But, you too busy ridin' dicks to play this
So fuck you and your playlist (Fuck 'em)

I just want the money and the power
The opposite of coward
Open carried pistol, AR ready to shower
I was taught brain power over manpower
Used to hustle in the towers
Now my repertoire a tower
Cauliflower tempura, I'm ready
Nose dive, slippery slope, you goin' sleddin'
Wais P and P Dub with Statik in the kitchen
Got some suckers tuckin' tail
'cause they don't want ascension
Quick decision, pay up or else pain get felt
I need every last dollar and
The change on the shelf i'm goin' stealth
I'm tryna make gains to my wealth
While you sittin' 'round
Playin' with yourself
Fuck that, you playin' with sacks
I'm chasin' the sack
Fresh outta Sax, jet fuel blow it like a sax
Paper stacked to the max
I just want the scraps
Get me every dime due plus tax
All of it, every dime
Every dollar, and anything else you got
And fuck all the bullshit
You know what I'm talkin' about? (Hurry up)

I'm wakin' up in the penthouse
'cause of my pen
Mami fresh out the penthouse, I done it again
I bagged me a model slash entrepreneur
Got her sellin' pussy pictures, pounds
Powder and more
Cook coke, lookin' like clam chowder galore
My accounts off shore
Sippin' crown top floor
My new bitch a dog, yo, she got the lock jaw
Put in work then I told her
Get the condom out the drawer
Got my Paul Wall grill and my Wais P mink
Like my mommy's caramel and my Rosé pink
Color coordinated to fit custom made it
The brick Off White, it's like Virgil made it
The bricks, they get wrapped
Your bitch get kidnapped
We usin' her for the weekend
We gon' give her right back
We gettin' it out the trap
Peppermint out the pack
8-Ball hit hard like I'm battlin' on smack

Watch what you do for the love
KRS said it'll get you dope boys on the gram
Postin' predator pictures
My homie in front of the
CVS beggin' for liquor
Hate that the drugs fucked him up
He was a regular nigga i picked him up
Take him to eat his favorite
Seafood and dinner rolls
Kept givin' him red snapper and
Never a fishin' pole
Didn't know I wasn't helpin' until
It hit my soul gave him some paper
Like here write down all your different goals
And gimme a call when you ready to work them
He never called, still layin' down
Guessed the hurt floored him
But back to these raps
So wavy I surf board 'em so dirty
You gotta hit the Earth's core
To search for 'em
My nigga, that's how I hopped
In the blue rag, new Jag'
Paint so silky, look like a durag
The coroner zipped me
I'm fresh to death in my new bag
I survive what few have
So why you mad? Too bad
Now you know who you in the presence of
Denny's after the titty bar
No Charlamagne but that's the Breakfast club
Smith and Wesson snug for family
I got that wreckless love
Fuck around and you catch a slug
Now you really met the plug
Herby love bug bucket hat
Salt and pepper beard
I don't fuck with none of y'all
Y'all niggas hella weird
Y'all gon' make me take off like a Learjet
Bitches hear the lyrics, get horny, nigga
They ears wet let's rap about it