(feat. Slim Thug)
Slim Thug you ready?
Geyeah!
I'm on my way from New Orleans, and I'm comin to Texas
And we gon' handle this, ya heard?
Slim Thugga
Ghetto Bill!
Lay it down, lay it down
Tear this motherf**ker UP, shut it down
Security couldn't stop us, go see the doctor
Ni**a wanna fight I got a motherf**kin chopper
I'm in the back gettin blunted with thugs
Whole city walk through, they give me kisses and hugs
I'm a real motherf**ker, I ain't takin no sh*t
I got golds in my mouth, and ice on my wrist
Homies see me in the club and they tryin to hate
I'm poppin bottles in the club cause I'm hard as a 8
Suckers try to mean mug but they ain't bustin a grape
Get my money from the block flippin quarters and eighths
I'm a No Limit Soldier, motherf**ker you heard me
Uptown, Calliope, projects to dirty
65 for birdies, call me you thirsty
I'm a legend in the hood like the boy James Worthy
You ain't a soldier motherf**ker keep steppin
Turn a, 211 to a 187 - yeah
Slim Thuggahhhh
Boys gotta lay it down when the boss come around
Or the glock fo' pound gon' knock 'em on the ground
Geyeah - you can vouch in my town I'm a motherf**kin G
And I got a lotta soldiers on my team like P
I get word that them haters tryna catch a ni**a slippin - what?
Run your a** up and you gon' catch a a**-whippin
I'm flippin through my hood on Vogues, still tippin
Glock cocked with the clip in, hell naw I ain't trippin
I'm a Boss Hogg Outlaw, chasin my bread
Snitch niggaz out here tellin got me shakin the feds
I'm in the club pullin hoes, f**k datin instead
I got a supermodel at the crib waitin in bed
Got the blocks on lock, you gotta come see the boss
If you wanna get the work for the dirt cheap cost
Me and Master P represent the bottom of the South
And if ni**a hate that, he'll lose the bottom of his mouth, geyeah
BLACK SOPRANOS!!
