Wyshmaster - Get the f** Outta Here lyrics

[Intro] Get the f** outta here (Nina) Get the f** outta here (Popper) Get the f** outta here (Wall) Get the f** outta here [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] I'm a spitter, you other cats beyond litter That's prolly 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 upon my arms like John Ritter Oh my goodness is they talkin' sh** again? When I been playa on the day I became a U.S. citizen Haters keep wi-di-shin' I'mma take a loss but I'm finishin' k**er but scriller just like Percy Miller no limits then I aim for digits, 100 percent 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 livid So he gotta hate on the next man, cause he don't got the money We left 'em at the bottom and now he's the ex Tech fan Get the f** outta my face, I'm winnin' it's not a mistake You gotta be hot at me sittin' watchin' me ex-pand You take falls, I take her and take draws They give you the wait stall, they give me the mate calls (Oh Baby!) You ye tall, love is me but hates y'all Thats why I'mma take all, with Pops and the Great Wall n***a! [Hook] If fraud is what you sellin' (Get the f** outta here!) When they lie you got to tell 'em (Get the f** outta here!) If you steppin' to me wrong (Get the f** outta here!) You ain't got to go home but get (The f** outta here!) Yeah Tell 'em what to do (What) (3X) Get the f** outta here Tell 'em what to do (What) (3X) Get the f** outta here Tell 'em what to do (What) Get the f** outta here Get the f** outta here (Tell 'em what to do) (2X) You ain't got to go home but get the f** outta here [Verse 2: The Popper] I stay in the zone like 28's in a baggie A veteran stands here rookie n***as 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 say it's not a thang phony I'm icy, I'm shinin' though I ain't 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 prob so I don't have the strain on me I talks a bunch of sh**, the haters wan flamethrow me Rappers ain't got the balls or the gall to place they aims on me Get the f** outta here tell 'em Wall told ya Yo Popper done deal any one of your soft soldiers [Hook] [Paul Wall] Yea, Paul Wall, Tech N9ne, Popper, Swishahouse/TF [Verse 3: 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 sayin' 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 or fresh grill and new clothes I'm tryin' to come down candy low sideways on foes I gotta get that bread it be money over these hoes Cause my fans be turnin' into foes and harsh words lead to blows They mad at me cause I'm the sh** while they just sh** And I get up off my a** and get it while they just sit They upset cause I'm gettin' bread while they layin' in bed Even though I started off at the bottom I'm hundred miles ahead They steady be talkin' blind on me, tryin' to slander my name Cause I'm the man mayne, but they washed up down the drain They hate me cause they ain't me but please make no mistake They knock me but can't stop me cause I'm Paul Wall the Great baby [Hook]