Lyrics:

{Tech N9ne}
Yeah,
I'm a spitter
You other cats be on litter
That's probably why you just penny pushin and I'm bigger
So you hate on me cause you lack paper and I'm gritter
With two Biancas up on my arms like John Ritter
Oh my goodness
Is they talking shit again?
When I been player on the day I become U.S. citizen
Haters keep wishin
Imma take a lost, but I'm finishin
Killer but squiller, just like Percy Miller, no limits then
I aim for digits, 100% of my people came to get it
He used to be bigger but then became a midget
Taken out of the game, livin lame and live it
So we gotta hate on the next man, cause he don't got the money
We love him at the bottom and now he's a ex Tech fan
Get the fuck outta my face, I'm winning, it's not a mistake
You got to be hotter, me sit and me watch me expand
You take falls
I take her and take drawls
They give you the wait stall
They give me the mate call (ooh baby)
You yay tall
Lov-es me, but hates y'all
That's why Imma take all, with pops in the great wall
Nigga

[Chorus]
If fraud is what your sellin...
Get The Fuck Outta Here
When they lie you gotta tell em...
Get The Fuck Outta Here
If you steppin to me wrong...
Get The Fuck Outta Here
You aint gotta go home...
Get The Fuck Outta Here (Yeah)

(3X)
Tell em what to do... (what?)
Tell em what to do... (what?)
Tell em what to do...
Get the fuck outta here

(1X)
Get the fuck outta here
Get the fuck outta here
You aint gotta go home...
But get the fuck outta here

(Popper)
I stay in the zone, like 28s in a baggy
A veteran stands here, rookie niggas at ease (yes sir)
Grab these, shove your middle fingers in the sky
Tell it like it is, when I rap so y'all identify
Start from the ground, formulate a enterprise
Get outta here before you get punished and penalized
I've been advised to stay in this lane homie
I swear when I rap, I says not a thang phony
I'm icy, I'm shiny, though I aint got a chain on me
Even when I'm inside of this booth, I keep my thang on me
And when it rains on me, I don't complain homie
Eliminate the probs, so I don't have to strain homie
I talks a bunch of shit, the haters wanna flame throw me
Rappers aint got the balls or the dot to place they aims on me
Get the fuck outta here, tell them Walt told ya
Popper will done deal every one of tour soft soldiers

(Chorus)
If fraud is what your sellin...
Get The Fuck Outta Here
When they lie you gotta tell em...
Get The Fuck Outta Here
If you steppin to me wrong...
Get The Fuck Outta Here
You aint gotta go home...
Get The Fuck Outta Here (Yeah)

(3X)
Tell em what to do... (what?)
Tell em what to do... (what?)
Tell em what to do...
Get the fuck outta here

(1X)
Get the fuck outta here
Get the fuck outta here
You aint gotta go home...
But get the fuck outta here

(Paul Wall)
I do this for my partners standin out there on the block
And I do this for them haters on the sideline that knock
Despite what they be saying I just can't seem to stop gettin this guap
I got a lot, partner I'm almost to the top
I gotta cop new watch, a fresh grill and new clothes
I'm trying to come down candy low, sideways on fours
I gotta that bread, it be money over these hoes
Cause my friends be turning to foes, and harsh words lead to blows
They be mad at me cause I'm the shit, while they just shit
And I get up off my ass and get it, while they just sit
They upset cause I'm getting bread, while they layin in bed
Even though I started off at the bottom, I'm 100 miles ahead
They still be talkin' down on me try to slander my name
Cause I'm the man, mane
But they washed dollar change
They hate me cause they aint me, but please make no mistake (yeah)
They not me but can't stop me, cause I'm Paul Wall the great, baby

(Chorus)
If fraud is what your sellin...
Get The Fuck Outta Here
When they lie you gotta tell em...
Get The Fuck Outta Here
If you steppin to me wrong...
Get The Fuck Outta Here
You aint gotta go home...
Get The Fuck Outta Here (Yeah)

(3X)
Tell em what to do... (what?)
Tell em what to do... (what?)
Tell em what to do...
Get the fuck outta here

(1X)
Get the fuck outta here
Get the fuck outta here
You aint gotta go home...
But get the fuck outta here