fell off (niggas) My niggas run the North (are) You can't fuck with the Boss (trash) here come another loss [Slim Thug] Brace yourself, for the
Wood Grain Wheel Hand On The Steel Cause Them Haterz On My Heelz Make Me A Mill And Done It Before The Deal Dem Other Boys Lien Slim Thugga Speak The
be sitting on chrome We gonna thug it up Like a underground king, drop screens Byzletine, and my crease styled jeans We gonna thug it up [Slim Thug] Slim Thug gonna thug
we go slow Blaze up the endo, raise up the window That's the way thugs, and gangstas roll [Slim Thug] Baby take my advice, I'll lead you right You need a thug
whip your ass on What you claim? Then throw it up On a drank, pour it up On a smoke, roll it up [Slim Thug & ESG] It's me, the Slim T And that ESG Northside
on the highway Motherfucker, I do it my way You see what you see, is just what you get E.S.G. and Slim Thug and Daz, dropping gangsta shit [Hook] [Slim Thug
[talking] Ha Slim Thug, E.S.G., Boss Hogg Outlaws My boy C on the track, putting it down like this Live from the Manger baby You boys out there on that
head up in the club (down here), my thugs they get nothing but love (down here), we off the chain like you thought we was [Slim Thug] I'm from the city
gotta get the drank mix Ooh fool, this is what we do Throw up a deuce, then we just smash E, Slim and C watch us mash for our cash [Slim Thug] I top
Slim and H.A.W.K. on the right, with Key and Mike we assassin Fat checks we cash em, shut em down to mash em, huh [Chorus] [Slim Thug] Watch out, here
fit, cause we run this rap shit Bout it bout it out the bricks, so real niggas feel this [Slim Thug] Long as my blood flow, Slim Thug gon chase do'
I gotta calm down with a doja sack Z-Ro, Slim Thug and E.S.G., we in it to win Mechanical gorgeous everytime our records spin, Mr. Hater [Hook] [Slim Thug
BALLER Shot caller, trying to make ya money - TALLER Like Jay and UGK, we big - PIMPIN' Make some noise all my independent - WOMEN [Slim Thug] Well It's the Mister Slim Thug
Whether it's weed, ki's or c.d.s Trying to get it with the M-O's Now Slim hit em where it hurt (ha) [Slim Thug] The trunk open boppers scoping, but don
the music down Man we walk up to the club, do what we wanna (huh) Smelling like dro you already know Slim Thug tell 'em how we do it [Slim Thug] We riding
S-type Jag Platinum Bentley Azure, with the matching gray rag Let my Gucci jeans sag, Slim Thug don't play I'm making C.E.O. pay, when its my pay day [Chorus] [Slim Thug
Slim Thug [Slim Thug] We like Startsky and Hutch [E.S.G.] Five mics ain't enough [Slim Thug] Cause we platinum plus [E.S.G.] Seven figgas is a must [Slim Thug