Lyrical Breakdown of Get The F**k Outta Here - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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Get the fuck outta here, Nena Get the fuck outta here, Paper Get the fuck outta here, Wall Get the fuck outta here Yeah, I'ma spitter, you other cats be on littler That's probably why you just penny pushing and I'm bigger So you hate on me 'cause you like 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 became a U.S. citizen Haters keep witishen, I'ma take a lost but I'm finishin' Killer but squirer just like Percy Miller, no limits then I aim for digits, hundred percent of my people came to get He used to be bigger but became a midget Taken out of the game, livin' lame, he lived it So he gotta hate on the next man 'Cause he don't got the money We left him on the bottom, now he the ex Tech fan Get fuck outta my face, my mistake You gotta be hotter sittin' and watchin' me expand You take falls, I take her and take drawls They give you the weight stall, they give me the mate call You yank tall, love is me but hates y'all That's why I'ma take all what pops in the great Wall, nigger If fraud is what you're selling 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 ain't gotta go home But get the fuck outta here Tell 'em what to do, what? Tell 'em what to do, what? Tell 'em what to do Get the fuck outta here Tell 'em what to do, what? Tell 'em what to do, what? Tell 'em what to do Get the fuck outta here Tell 'em what to do, what? Tell 'em what to do, what? Tell 'em what to do Get the fuck outta here Get the fuck outta here (Tell 'em what to do) Get the fuck outta here (Tell 'em what to do) Get the fuck outta here (Tell 'em what to do) You ain't gotta go home (Tell 'em what to do) Get the fuck outta here (Tell 'em what to do) I stay in the zone like twenty eight's in a baggie A veteran stands here a rookie niggas at his knees Grab these, shove middle fingers in the sky Tell it like it is when I rap so y'all identify Start from the ground, formulate an enterprise Get outta here before you get punished and penalized I've been in fires to stay in this lane, homie I swear when I rap, I say it's not a thang phony I'm icy, I'm shiny, tho I ain't got a chain on me Even when I'm inside of in 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 ain't got the balls or got a place they aim's on me Get the fuck outta here, tell 'em Wall told ya Popper a done deal, every one of your soft soldiers If fraud is what you're selling 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 ain't gotta go home But get the fuck outta here Tell 'em what to do, what? Tell 'em what to do, what? Tell 'em what to do Get the fuck outta here Tell 'em what to do, what? Tell 'em what to do, what? Tell 'em what to do Get the fuck outta here Tell 'em what to do, what? Tell 'em what to do, what? Tell 'em what to do Get the fuck outta here Get the fuck outta here (Tell 'em what to do) Get the fuck outta here (Tell 'em what to do) You ain't gotta go home (Tell 'em what to do) Get the fuck outta here I do this for my partner standing out there on the block And do this for 'em haters on the sideline at night Despite what they be saying I just can't seem to stop Gettin' this guap, I gotta a lot, partner, I'm almost to the top I gotta cop new watch, fresh grill and new cloths I'm trying to come back candy low, side ways on fours I gotta get that bread, it be money ova these hoes 'Cause my friends be turning to foes and harsh words lead to blows They 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 tho I started off at the bottom I'm hundred miles ahead They still be talkin' dime on me try to slander my name 'Cause I'm the main man but they change They hate me 'cause they hate me but please make no mistake Yeah, they know me but can't stop me 'Cause I'm Paul Wall the great, baby If fraud is what you're selling 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 ain't gotta go home But get the fuck outta here Tell 'em what to do, what? Tell 'em what to do, what? Tell 'em what to do Get the fuck outta here Tell 'em what to do, what? Tell 'em what to do, what? Tell 'em what to do Get the fuck outta here Tell 'em what to do, what? Tell 'em what to do, what? Tell 'em what to do Get the fuck outta here Get the fuck outta here (Tell 'em what to do) Get the fuck outta here (Tell 'em what to do) You ain't gotta go home (Tell 'em what to do) Get the fuck outta here