We don't wanna start no plex
We don't wanna hurt no rappers
We only being real when we say
The color changin' click is running the game

And you can watch all your gangsta movies
And lie in your raps about whatchu' gon' do to me
We only being real when we say
That no label in Houston really want it with us

We don't wanna start no plex
We don't wanna hurt no rappers
We only being real when we say
The color changin' click is running the game

This time it ain't bout money cars or jewelry
Although that's what you hearing on these mixtapes usually
We speak the truth cause that's all we know'
Now listen close and ask yourself, do you want it with Ro

There ain't nobody beefin' with me, but I'ma start some beef up
Hopefully someone is listening that wanna speak up
Cut it up listen close record and play it back
(Color Changin' Click runnin the game)

Woah, was he really saying that?
Yes sir and believe that you got my respect guy
But I see fear in your followers eyes

Listen dawg
Tune in straight from the streets
This is lightweight homie flows from last week

When they say a got bullet nobody name on it
Well I been shot yet whats up who want it?

Take a listen to 50 then take a listen to Koopa
Come on, you can't be serious dawg are you stupid?

Don't let them fans in this radio gas you up
Keep on letting Yung Ro' pass you up

And yeah Ro' ain't a gangsta but Ro' ain't a waster
And controversy sells I need paper
Thank ya

They say Ro is nobody, pay him no mind
But I know I'm in your mind you gon' pay me your mind
And every time I spit a nine you better take it and hear it
Face reality the truth and look in the mirror

And you ain't nothing like me
You ain't nothing like us
50, Paul, Koopa, Rusaq, Yung Ro, hutt, hutt
Whatsup?

I don't care, I'ma spit to the fullest
And I ain't worried about the gun
I'd take the bullet

'Cause every click got a heart
Every click got a head
Get your toy soldiers off of us
You just another leg

Taking orders you are nothing
But a dummy in the front
Well I'm in the front too
Who gon' take the first punch?

Is it you? Is it you? Is it you?
Is it you well, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, and you too

Nah, they don't wanna get me furious
But we ain't like them other dudes you taking us serious
Paid In Full

Who gon beef on beats?
I'ma make you believe every word that they speak on me
I am the chosen one boy
I got God with Ro
God with Flow
I'm ready for any ball you throw

And you ain't gotta respect me
Respect my house but I gotta gift from God
You will respect my mouth
You want war, bring it now
Me and the click will show you how
Woah weave duck wait Gott 'em heat pow

Don't ever send a kid to do a man's job
Sorry had to, but these rappers piss me and came off

Don't shoot a slug boy practice your aim
But you gon' get it in your brain
(Chain running the game)

I don't do pillow flows
You can't sleep on 50

Every day my life on stake
You can't T-Bone 50

I'm the mouthpiece of the north
The rawest you gon' find

When it come to game
You can't see me
Like you gon' blind

I don't let you little dogs have too much rope
You lyrically hung yourself smoking too much dro'

Y'all catch rhymes got me feeling like I'm way too intelligent
I ain't gon' drop the same day as you why you been hesitant?

When I spit my saliva hot like lava
Hit the streets like a pinata
Seeing what I an get out'em

I can do that one beat
You need a pound full of dawgs
Don't let your nuts get big like gonorrhea all in your balls

Take your Brady Bunch
Go have lunch
Then come up with another plan

Pipsqueak or screw yourself
Put a rubber on your hand

I drop and sell
You gotta put a poster on your van

Color changin' bring heat
Put on your Locs and get a tan

50 50 Lil' Twin got this year on lock
You drink Moët?
I'ma' have you drinkin' beer on rocks

Most rappers seem to turn into a gangsta when they seem to see cheddar
Kids talking bout toys in they rap need to be patterned

I pick your album off the shelf and I throwback lines
Dig in my past and stop the sales with my throwback rhymes
I pick your album off the shelf and I throwback lines
Dig in my past and stop the sales with my throwback rhymes
I pick your album off the shelf and I throwback lines
Dig in my past and stop the sales with my throwback rhymes

I freestyle in my sleep, it sound better than that
You better go enroll in rap college
Pray you do good in class

I take tissue in the booth 'cause I dookie on bars
Don't let your pride get in the way
I'm cold fool go and applaud

Rookie