lil' flip vs. paul wall

Lyrics

, when i met you last night you dumb hoe, all you wanted to do is get a room and smoke my dro, oh no, but when i put my hand on your ass, you said that you was wearin a pad, i got mad then i kicked ya out the room, i said you dumb hoe you go pay the bill by noon, ima go to the club and find me a hoe, call the office book me a show, mo money mo money thats what i need, i got drank and i love to smoke my weed, yes indeed i speed when i'm in my car, cause everybody know lil' flip a superstar, and i don't give a damn who ya are, or where your from, ya come to my city, bring ya gun, if i spill gurilla milk on my clothes i can do that, guess whos back in a blue lac, yeah you know whos that, i'm like shaq, cause my car got shoes thats fat, and the speakers hittin so hard, they'll bruise ya back, it's paul wall but alot of people might not know, been in the game all my life its just my first year pro, and i'm the leading scorer, i leave mics poorer, cause i leave 'em broke, everytime i rap its horror, i'm cold but i'm not just refering to my ice, i went to brooklyn and they told yo kid you nice, man i'm cold but don't make me say that twice, wreckin on this here mic is my life is you with that, when i recline i sit back, let's get this money out here, lil' flip is you with that, yeah i'm with that, and don't you forget that, so brake me off a piece just like a kit kat, i want my piece of my pie, cause if i die, i can say at least i try, alot of niggaz don't wanna work, and when they look in the mirror, and wonder why they pockets hurt, cause they broke, and wanna buy clothes and cars, in the hood they just a neighborhood star, actin like they got money when they dont, actin like they pay they bills when they wont, actin like they know how to make this cash, man i know how to make it fast, make sure i do what i do, break bread with my crew, go to sleep by two, wake up and i do the sane thang, i'm still the same nigga, weather i wear the same chain, or i push a range rover, as long as when i come out, my shit change over, to a million and one, i'm lil flip, nigga i'm like nas, i'm a godson, whos next, better yet who got plex, you need a strack of wet, and a pack of ciggarettes, to test what i profess, cause right now i'm the best, cause chamillionaire ain't here, and lil flip just left, oh well, go tell, o'gal, meet me at the hotel, the ice up in my mouth, got my mind in a cold spell, i'm cold, but it ain't because of the weather, i shoulda brought a sweater, everytime i rap i get better, i'm stackin my cheddar, my car got candy gloss, i got a color changin lincoln, on randy moss, i got 84 swangers up under the fender, choppin game like a blender, return to sender, it's paul wall