Paul And Paz
Vinnie Paz Lyrics


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[Intro: Charlie Manson]

I run the underworld, guy. I decide who does what and where they do it at. Why am I gonna run around and act like I'm some teeny-bopper somewhere for somebody else's money? I make the money, man. I roll the nickels. The game's mine. I'm the king!

[Chorus: Block McCloud]

Gotta get fetti, gotta get that dough
Please don't hate me cause I hustle and it's all I know
We get fetti man, we get that flow
They hate us because we love paper chasing

Gotta get feddy, gotta get that dough
Please don't hate me cause I hustle and it's all I know
We get feddy man, we get that flow
They hate us because we love paper chasing

[Verse 1: Paul Wall]

I'm the man with the plan and them rocks in my hand
In the Cadillac sitting on the fours
? so heavy but the haters mad at me
When I come around the corner so slow
I'm the shit where I'm from in the land of Screw
A go-getter chasing after bankrolls
If you're hating don't try it cause I'm waiting so quiet
A player stay up on his toes
I got my mind on paper, not concerned with them haters
Them boys is talking down call me catch up later
See I pull up in that black on black like Darth Vader
Handing bars out the window, serving boys like a waiter
My mind on dollar signs so partner Imma grind
Gotta punch that clock and paper-chase overtime
That paper is a fool if you put in work
I'mma hustle till I'm under the dirt, I gotta get it baby

[Verse 2: Vinnie Paz]

I'm nice with the ox, you get cut like the raw white
Or hit you with a fucking silver bullet like Coors Light
I could tell a snitch if he don't walk through the door right
I could tell a snitch if he don't handle the four right
The fifth levitate your body to God's height
Flatline, long dark tunnel and saw light
I'mma ride dirty so motherfucker forget the law
Chicken wing, shrimp, fried rice, and the liquor store
It don't take a lot for me to have the pistol drawn
Get popped in front of me, I don't even assist the boy
Y'all are fronting, I don't know what the resistance for
Y'all are nothing, that's why that you keep you distance for
Anybody fuck with Vinnie getting laid to waste
I'mma have your white tee looking like it's tomato paste
You a joker motherfucker Vinnie play the ace
Paul take the thirty-eight snub and rearrange his face





[Chorus]

Overall Meaning

The song "Paul and Paz" by Vinnie Paz starts with an introduction by Charles Manson, where he claims his power and control in the underworld. The song is then taken over by the verses of Paul Wall and Vinnie Paz. Paul Wall boasts about him being the man with a plan and rocks in his hand, as he rolls around in his Cadillac, earning money by being a go-getter and going after bankrolls. He stays ahead of his haters and serves them bars from the window like a waiter. He's got his mind on paper, and he will grind until he's under the dirt. On the other hand, Vinnie Paz ponders his ability to tell a snitch who's not walking the right way or not handling the four right. If anyone tries to mess with him, he won't hesitate to retaliate with his pistol. He doesn't know why people resist him because they are nothing in front of him. He is brutal and likes to lay people to waste. In the end, he tells Paul Wall to take the thirty-eight snub and rearrange their enemy's face.


Overall, the song depicts a mafia-like scenario that portrays the inner city's dark and gritty nature. It showcases the underground world where power, money, and ruthlessness are the key to success. The song emphasizes the fact that whoever becomes the king of this underworld earns respect and fear, and every move made has to be calculative and precise. The artists clearly portray the reality that only the strong, powerful, and determined can master this world.


Line by Line Meaning

I run the underworld, guy. I decide who does what and where they do it at. Why am I gonna run around and act like I'm some teeny-bopper somewhere for somebody else's money? I make the money, man. I roll the nickels. The game's mine. I'm the king!
I am in control and I decide who does what in this world. I refuse to act like a powerless person for others' money. I earn my own money and therefore I have the power. I run the game.


Gotta get fetti, gotta get that dough Please don't hate me cause I hustle and it's all I know We get fetti man, we get that flow They hate us because we love paper chasing
I have to earn money, it's all I know. Please don't judge me for hustling. We get money and we flow with it. They hate us because we are passionate about making money.


I'm the man with the plan and them rocks in my hand In the Cadillac sitting on the fours ? so heavy but the haters mad at me When I come around the corner so slow I'm the shit where I'm from in the land of Screw A go-getter chasing after bankrolls If you're hating don't try it cause I'm waiting so quiet A player stay up on his toes I got my mind on paper, not concerned with them haters Them boys is talking down call me catch up later See I pull up in that black on black like Darth Vader Handing bars out the window, serving boys like a waiter My mind on dollar signs so partner Imma grind Gotta punch that clock and paper-chase overtime That paper is a fool if you put in work I'mma hustle till I'm under the dirt, I gotta get it baby
I'm a confident guy with the skills to make money. I drive a Cadillac and I'm aware that people are envious of my success. I'm highly regarded in my hometown and I'm always chasing bankrolls. Be aware that I respond to haters. I focus on making money and I ignore the negativity. When I arrive in a black car, I act like Darth Vader, handing out bars like a waiter. I work hard for my money and grind every hour available. I will hustle until the day I die because I need to get this money.


I'm nice with the ox, you get cut like the raw white Or hit you with a fucking silver bullet like Coors Light I could tell a snitch if he don't walk through the door right I could tell a snitch if he don't handle the four right The fifth levitate your body to God's height Flatline, long dark tunnel and saw light I'mma ride dirty so motherfucker forget the law Chicken wing, shrimp, fried rice, and the liquor store It don't take a lot for me to have the pistol drawn Get popped in front of me, I don't even assist the boy Y'all are fronting, I don't know what the resistance for Y'all are nothing, that's why that you keep you distance for Anybody fuck with Vinnie getting laid to waste I'mma have your white tee looking like it's tomato paste You a joker motherfucker Vinnie play the ace Paul take the thirty-eight snub and rearrange his face
I am skilled with a knife and can hurt you badly. I can also shoot you with a silver bullet. I am very good at identifying informants. If someone doesn't handle a firearm well, I know immediately. The fifth bullet can kill and bring you closer to God. If you're in trouble, I'll help you get chicken wings, shrimp, fried rice, and alcohol. I don't need a reason to draw a pistol. If you get shot in front of me, I won't lift a finger to help you. You guys are fake and I don't understand why you're pretending. You're all worthless, and that's why you keep your distance. If anyone messes with Vinnie, I will have them killed. I'll beat you up so badly that your white t-shirt will turn red like tomato paste. I'm smarter than you and I win this game. Paul will use his gun to rearrange your face.


Gotta get feddy, gotta get that dough Please don't hate me cause I hustle and it's all I know We get feddy man, we get that flow They hate us because we love paper chasing
I have to earn money, it's all I know. Please don't judge me for hustling. We get money and we flow with it. They hate us because we are passionate about making money.




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