Let's Get It On

[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]