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CORRECTIONS [Chorus] I'm the Fireman Fire, Fa, Fireman I got that fire I'm hollering I got that fire come and try me and You can spark it up and I'ma put you out You can spark it up and I'ma put you out [Verse 1] Ain't nobody fuckin with me man, Heatman Ski Mask spending next weeks cash, he fast And I don't even need a G pass I'm pass that I'm passing em out now and you can't help that And my chain Toucan Sam That tropical colors you can't match that Gotta be abstract You catch my gal legs open betta smash that Don't be surprise if she ask where the cash at I see she wearing them jeans that show her butt crack My girls can't wear that why that's where my cash at I put my mack down that's where you lack at She need her candlelit and I'ma wax that I rekindle the flame She remember he name It's Weezy Baby January December the same Mama gimme that brain Mama gimme that good Cause I'm the fireman You hear the firetruck [Chorus] I'm the Fireman Fire, Fa, Fireman I got that fire I'm hollering I got that fire come and try me and You can spark it up and I'ma put you out You can spark it up and I'ma put you out Fresh on campus it's the Birdman Jr Money too long teachers put away ya rulers Raw tune not a cartoon No shirt, tattoos, and some walk wounds I'm hot but the car cool She wet that's a carpool Been in that water since a youngin you just shark food Quick Draw McGraw I went to art school Yeah the lights is bright but I got a short fuse Don't snooze Been handling the game so long my thumb bruise Ya girlfriend is old news Yeen got enough green and she so blue yeah Cash Money Records where dreams come true Everything is easy baby leave it up to Weezy Baby Put it in the pot let it steam let it brew Now watch it melt don't burn ya self [Chorus] I'm the Fireman Fire, Fa, Fireman I got that fire I'm hollering I got that fire come and try me and You can spark it up and I'ma put you out You can spark it up and I'ma put you out Ridin' by myself well really not really So heavy in the trunk make the car pop-a-wheelie Who? Weezy Baby or call me Young Baby My money 360, you only 180 Half of the game too lazy Still sleepin' on me but I'm bout to wake em Yep! I'm bout to take em to New Orleans and bake em Yeah it's hot down here take a walk with Satan yeah Come on mama let The Carter make ya Toss ya like a fruit salad strawberry crape ya They ball when they can and I'm ballin' by nature Addicted to the game like Jordan and Peyton Yall in a race and me I'm at the finish line They running foot too long it's time to gimme mine Straight down ya chimney and ya living room is I Weezy allergic to wintertime [Chorus] I'm the Fireman Fire, Fa, Fireman I got that fire I'm hollering I got that fire come and try me and You can spark it up and I'ma put you out You can spark it up and I'ma put you out

[Paul Wall] What it do it's Paul Wall I'm the people's champ My chain light up like a lamp cuz now I'm back with the camp I'm crawling similar to an ant cuz I'm low to the earth People's feelings get hurt when they figure out what I'm worth I got eighty fours poking out at the club I'm showing out I'm a player ain't no doubt hoes want to know what I'm bout Biggest diamonds off in my mouth princess cuts all in my chain Wood grain all in my range dripping stains when I switch lanes Switched the name It's still the same SwishaHouse or SwishaBlast Mike Jones he running the game and Magnificent bout his cash Michael Watts he made me hot, hard work took me to the top G. Dash took me to the lot he wrote a check and bought a drop I got the internet going nuts But T. Farris got my back so now I'm holding my nuts It's Paul Wall baby, what you know bout me I'm on that five 5-9 South Lee baby holla at me

I'ma swang and a swang and I swang to the left Pop my trunk for Fat Pat's death I would give my last breath if I could bring you back Bring Screw back, matter fact, bring the whole crew back Only God can do that so I'm gonna leave it alone Movin on, groovin to this soothin song I'm cruisin along, still got a Screw tape on, Still in the zone, wishin Corey Blount was home Ridin on chrome, banging with my bub' lights on Ridin homes SouthWest of the Astrodome I'm Fat Pat's clone, these niggas see Harry's home His heart beat pumps through my flesh and bones Flippin with Trae, mobbin down MLK He's blue over grey, I'm tippin sellin duece today It's dub K, chiefin on some lovely And we on the Boulevard acting ugly, we gon CORRECTIONS(MORE ON THE WAY)

[Chorus x2] [Chamillionaire] Just look over your shoulder (shoulder) Let me see who just showed up (showed up) It's the southern takeover (its over) I got dreams to stand top try to stop and (pop pop pop) CORRECTIONS DAMNIT PEOPLE DO NOT KNOW HOUSTON MUSIC

Just a few corrections [intro: Lil' Keke] Big terrible Texas It's where legends are born I'm Lil' Keke The Don Original Screwed Up Click It's a dedication to DJ Screw Fat Pat, Big Mello, Big Steve Feel it? [Chorus: Lil' Keke] Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about [Lil' Keke] I'm draped up and dripped out, the truth has just slipped out 84's, Red Doors, Candy Apple Flip-Flop Got them boppers tripped out cause my drop tip top Purple Cup, Screw Us Up, that's what keep the streets hot Don P, Bun B, Please Free Pimp C Hydro, Super Flow, know these boys feeling me Come to Houston, Texas and see swangaz and 'lacs And don't forget to tell the people that the legends are back, yeah [slim Thug] It's Slim Thug showing H-Town love Used to hit the club on dubs, acting bad on scrubs (thats right) Mad spokes and leather, 24's or better Boys say they riding candy but my load is wetter The roads for compeitors when they see the two letters They'll never ever ever ever ever get on my level (thats right) Me and Bun together caked up with clout Staying draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking about? [Chamillionaire] The city is back, just look at the map, thought we wouldn't get in the game I'm sticking my dick up in the game and bustin in that like a train I'm hitting that mayne, look at this grain I'm grippin, I'm fixing to swang My bumper doing the body rock and my trunk is doing the crane Now who in the hell was able to tell the world it wasn't my bang I turn up the beat and I'm cracking the street, the city we started to train The world is looking like Texas mayne, just watch how they pick up the slang Just show 'em your grill and pick up some drank and watch how they do the same, Hold up mayne [Paul Wall] What it do baby, It's Paul Wall, Players rise while haters fall Got Fo's crawling in the 54 on the service road, I'm evaidin the laws I stay shining like headlights and I stay crawling like head lice Just like a barber but I play the dice, them twos and threes ain't nuttin nice Them threes and fours I'ma roll fo sho, fo's and vogues, we call 'em swang My partner Bun B bring the pain, Wanna know what I rep? Just check the chain In the hood is where I hang, On South Lee, that 5-9 We sippin oil, He drippin candy, From P-A to H-Town, It goes down [Chorus] [Mike Jones] I stay draped up, dripped out, Drop the top when I'm flipping out Candy load on 84, (How you know they Fo's?) they poking out Ice Age and Rap-A-Lot, Pimping hoes in the parking lot Ice Age and Rap-A-Lot, Pimping hoes in the parking lot Diamonds shining in my grill, you can see 'em if its dark or not When I'm out in the limelight, I make sure I shine bright I'm in the drop with the glock cocked, you know I keep that iron tight I'm getting brain from a tight dame on North Maine in the turning lane I'm young and rich talk alot of shit, I guess its because I'm having thangs [Aztek] I'm still draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking bout Fighting over parking spots, bustin in the parking lot (Next two lines in Spanish) Now put your blocks up, Now put your sets up Fuck that nigga over there cause I think he said something Have to take 'em with a clip out, with the click out, dont give a shit bout Til he gets out, Free Pimp C, we draped up and dripped out [Lil' Flip] I told Bun when you need a verse, just holla You know how we do it, you don't gotta spend no dollars I'm puffin dro, bangin screw, and riding vouges Middle fingers in the air, you know how it goes Stash spot with weight in it, Candy paint with flakes in it Trunk got the bass in it, One liter with eights in it Swisha sweet with haze in it, you know I'm blowed Four row diamond chain, you know I'm pro Johnny got me right huh? 80 karats, bright huh? Hit the button, pop the trunk, watch the neon light jump I'ma keep folding bread til Pimp hold his head We miss you DJ Screw, man I hate you dead [Z-Ro] Down to ride red but I'ma ride blue in the turning lane looking just like Screw 300 Crissy, don't think they doors, Everybody know Z-Ro's flow is ferocious I keep a ride a Roberr Davis in the deck, Might be deep 22 drank in the whip You can keep the sherm but you can pass the cup, My cadillac rolling on glass and wood Would I knock a jacka down when his ass get up, Hell naw, this is playa from the chest to the nut Screw was here he said I would come up now the radio requesting my stuff Gotta keep a smif n wesson to buss cause the better life keep me stressing enough Is this rap for real, is it a blessing or what?, Screw I hope I see you when they wet me up [bun B] This is H-Town, Texas, tell me how does it look? Taking over the rap kitchen and we ready to cook You can hear us whipping the beakers coming out of the speakers Stepping up some fresh hard for you out of town peakers We got 3rd Ward, 4th Ward, and Southside G's Plus Southwest and Bloody Nickels rollin 83's It's Screwston, Texas motherfucker, you know the name We'll see you in February for the All-Star Game

draped up and dripped out is HIGH OFF LEAN, damn