| Yeah, hell yeah, wanna fuck with the Boss huh
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| Show you bitch made ass niggas
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| Slim Thugger, Boss Hogg Outlawz
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| Mr. Buster, where the fuck you at
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| Can’t box or lick, so you better get your gat
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| You niggas some broads, for fucking your road dogs
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| The click you threw up with, label you blew you with
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| That’s why we don’t respect your ass
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| Now it’s time for the Boss, to check your ass fool
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| Use to be homie, use to be my ace
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| Now I wanna slap the taste, out your mouth
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| Make you bow down, Lil' Yo
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| Hating on me, now I’m hating on you lil' ho
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| Oh don’t think I forgot, let J-Dog slide
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| Let Capo ride, just another homicide
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| Calling me, begging for cash
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| Dopefiend ass nigga, I get dead in your ass
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| You should of stayed down, and got paid for verses
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| But now he ol' broke, bank snatching purses
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| Stealing cell phone, plumbing for money
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| You ain’t no real G, you’s a crash dummy
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| Talking that killa shit, bitch do what you do
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| You fucked with me, now it’s a must that I fuck with you |