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