tear they Whole motherfucking label up This the Boss Slim Thugger baby, hit em up Fuck em ha, shouldn't of fucked with me boy [Slim Thug] First I'll
to tear they Whole motherfucking label up This the Boss Slim Thugger baby, hit em up Fuck em ha, shouldn't of fucked with me boy [Slim Thug] First I'
Traduzione: Slim Thug. Hit Em Up.
be screwing Man hold up... [Lil' Flip] Put the mic up, I'ma let y'all know I'm the Freestyle King Got more ice than Dairy Queen, I pull up very clean
but they dumb to see [2Pac] Open up fire watchin me spy when my shells split em Plus all them tricks and the bitches go to hell with em Fuck em they
em Laws come we all run, in different directions Throw your dope on me, we gon box when they leave Putting it down on mix tapes, with Slim Thug and Watts
dealing with thugs [Hook] If you ain't no real thug, go ahead give it up If you are a real thug, where your sets put 'em up Your life seem full of hard
hit the door SwishaHouse Bitch now get crunk or get ghost [Slim Thug] Now get crunk or get ghost, cause I make mike smoke I'm Slim Thug you might heard
it baby The same girls I seen dancin' up in Harlem Shakin' ass, butt naked while them D-Boys spoil 'em But I ain't hatin', all I can do is applaud 'em
to find a young un alone - caused we was crewed up Taggin on the walls taught wars and getting chewed up [Verse 2 - St. Paul Slim] Now I don't know about
You know how a thug in this shit'll end up Spit a round, lift your chin up, you get hit, ten down and ten up (what?) I take it if you run your mouth,
pack I'm layin you down, whether its a eight or a mac See I love to bust guns, but I hated the sound and I muzzled em up dawg just to quiet em down Where
now I got everybody talking Look, and I thug (I thug), with my thugs (My thugs) We getting paid from the block to the club That's what's up nigga [
And I done been around the world at least a couple times My rhymes double times, I hit 'em with the rhythm When we hit 'em with the rhythm, like we hit 'em
act like yo know I'm rolling with Mo posse up Do damage and manage to wiggle our way out of handcuffs As we strut as thugs we must doin our best to obey
-Lac with a blunt, now where the light [Kyleon:] I'm in a Lac coming down, I'm gripping grain Candy paint fifth and grill, on swangs Hit a button trunk up