(feat. Slim Thug, Scooby & Paul Wall) 



[Scooby:] 

Don't speak, if you don't think you can back it up 

Cause us real niggaz ready, we done had enough 

Couple raps in, now but y'all ain't adding up 

Quit gassing em up, who his ass ain't tough 



[H.A.W.K.:] 

The streets out there that's talking shit, niggaz out there that's riding dick 

Talking down on the Screwed Up Click, they must don't know who they fucking with 

Five star general of the S.U.C., want my click gotta go through me 

Go through Ke and Mike D, then you gotta go through Big Pokey 

Who a nigga know as hard as me, who a nigga know is smart as me 

Niggaz wanna know how hard is he, I'm hard as the boss more ravage D 

Get your ass in like a rod and real, hardest nigga out there with no deal 

Crawling through niggaz like a snow mobile, and I make shit that the real can feel 

Now all you niggaz know, that I got hella flow 

And I got hella do', and where that came from I got a whole lot mo' 

It's time to settle the sco', for those who claiming best 

Y'all niggaz can place your bets, cause the best rest in your T-E-X 

So who's got next, step to the booth 

I smash em one at a time, or I'll just smash the whole group 

Big H.A.W.K. done flew the coupe, so what's y'all talking bout 

H-A-Dub-K, I'm calling niggaz out 



[Hook: Scooby] 

Don't speak, if you don't think you can back it up 

Cause us real niggaz ready, we done had enough 

Couple raps in, now but y'all ain't adding up 

Quit gassing em up, who his ass ain't tough 

Let's get it on mayn, let's get it on hey 

Let's get it on mayn, gotta get my money long 

Let's get it on mayn, let's get it on hey 

Let's get it on, I'm a hustler I ain't coming home 



[Paul Wall:] 

I got big money big cars, big chains and big glocks 

Playboy bunnies in cuts or bar, I'm holding grain in candy drops 

Counting stacks and bleeding blocks, when the boys talk down and they hate 

But I'm not too concerned with them fools, I'm trying to get my paper straight 

I'm all real but they all fake, all talk all hype 

All games but not a playa, they all bark but no bite 

They throw the South with all they might, me I'm not the plexing type 

But I'm no punk bitch no not quite, I'm pieced up and I bar no fight 

They chatter boxers, steady talking down on real G's 

But keep it cool just like the breeze, playa like me about that cheese 

Plenty noise my actions speak, this gangsta team is so elite 

I'm representing that Swishahouse, and all haters can kiss the cheek 

All haters can kill theyself, if you don't like me then come and fight me 

Put him in check just like some Nikes, and whoop that ass so-so politely 

If you can't walk the walk, then really it ain't no need to talk 

Let's get it on and we'll break you off, it's Paul Wall and Big H.A.W.K. 



[Hook] 



[Slim Thug:] 

These boys be talking reckless, like they be running Texas 

Cause they done got a set of rims, and a diamond necklace 

That got em feeling swoll, and got em feeling cold 

Live with they mamas, but swear they ball out of control 

Got some radio play, and a song that people like 

You done it my nigga, now let me see ya do it twice 

And again and again, for ten years win 

What you gon do, when you show Thug what you spin 

And they drop in a Benz, your body style old 

I got long jevity in the game, cause my game thoed 

I'm the Boss of the South, and I can back it up 

And I'll ride on you haters, if you acting up 

I been stacking up, since I was 17 

Been in the city, in every car that you think clean 

And I'm still getting green, my checks ain't stopped yet 

So when you see the Boss, show the Boss some respect 



[Hook]