Got Plex [Screwed and Chopped] - Paul Wall, Cootabang, Archie Lee

Yuh, boys plexin

When somebody, holdin plex

We gon' let 'em know what it do though

Knahmtalkinbout?

Yuh

I’m stompin down on my Reebok white, rearview mirror jackers in sight

Not to worry I fear no bite, I’m wired up and I’m ready to fight

Got plex I got the pump, got plex I got the pump

Got plex I got the pump, what it do, that’s what’s up

Step in the club and throw up my set, they mean muggin and smellin like wet

But not to fear I’m totin that iron, that Desert Eagle, American Express

I never leave home without the heater, I’m strapped up like a straightjacket

I’m certifiable my ghetto stripes, I specialize in hustlin tactics

Hit ya jaw and play 32 pick up, catch a cut when the AK hiccup

Bend the corner bitch move around, I’ll know ya head right by ya edge-up

Seen ya straight to, emergency room, ICU

And have you layin up for a month, eatin ya dinner food through a tube

Why these suckers eyein me, you don’t wanna be tryin me

Keep on lookin at me strange, I’mma have you seein siamese

Close your eyes, look away, your clock is tickin no time to play

Keep on muggin you pressin your luck, where you stand gon' be where you lay

— first half two times, then second half two times

I pull up in front of your crib, real slow-ly

Sayin you gon' hold me, you gon' have to show me

Draped in all black so I can stay low key

So when they ask who done it won’t nobody know me

The whole fuckin H-Town, that’s my hood

I’mma put in they face so they can get it understood

Mister master Archie Lee but you can call me Hollyhood

I could cap on down, but I’mma keep it hood

Check it out — fuckin rappin 'bout it, be about it

Got plex with the Mister, bitch come see me about it (yeah)

Real gangsters don’t talk about what they gon' do ya

They just cock the hammer back and let them slugs fly through ya

— first half two times, then second half two times

If it’s plex that ya holdin the gat attached I expose it

And explode the flesh off ya chest and ya neck up off ya shoulders

Homey who’s takin over with soldiers, they can’t control us

They ain’t understandin my motives, hold up pop the trunk and show us

Artillery digger make you say shiver me timbers

I’m off of the chain especially off Hennessy liquor

It’s Coot-banger, number one suspect for danger

You niggas can be decoded but the tec’ll make you famous

I’m out there SwishaHouse with Archie and Paul

Got plex, then it’s a mess you’ll be too wet for a towel

You’ll be the color I’m reppin, that’s what’s poppin

If you think you heard the weapon, that’s Coot B cockin

— first half two times, then second half two times