| Who the fuck these niggas talking to man
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| These niggas talking down on me mayn
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| Man, let me wreck this lil' midget ass nigga
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| Don’t one of them hoe ass niggas got a skin disease
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| Or something mayn, man I’m fin to tear they
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| Whole motherfucking label up
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| This the Boss Slim Thugger baby, hit em up
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| Fuck em ha, shouldn’t of fucked with me boy
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| First I’ll fuck Lil Yo, and the label you claim
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| You bitch made gay nigga, I gave you the game
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| You only got some street fame, cause you was rolling with me
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| Trying to follow the footsteps, of Slim T-H-U-G
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| And all along, I use to think I did something wrong
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| But fuck that, some niggas just belong in thoughts
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| Talking bout a nigga left you, bitch you ain’t my girlfriend
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| If I didn’t, I’d be in the same position you in
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| He say he moved up out the hood, is that what he think
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| He moved a half a mile up the street, on Gulfbank
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| You still staying with your mama, how you call yourself a rapper
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| If you acting like you broke, you’s a hell of a actor
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| Who the fuck you think you are, bitch I’m the Northstar
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| Your whole record label, can’t fuck with me by far
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| Motherfuck a Black Mario, that’s your G
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| You 26 selling dope, but can’t move OZ
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| J Dogg you ain’t a Hogg, so I stripped off your title
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| Waterhead ass nigga, is Pookie your idol
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| You on some dope fiend shit, stop begging me for money
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| Go get a ride Lil Yo, and tell him give you something dummy
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| You fell off, whole label getting wrecked by the Boss
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| Northstar and Stomp Down, just took another loss
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| Before I quit, I can’t forget about that other bitch
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| Fuck A.D., and that bootlegging bitch Pic
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| That’s some bullshit talking, super weak ass niggas
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| Telling lies, everytime you try to speak trash nigga
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| Gotta bootleg my c.d.'s, cause y’all shit don’t sell
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| Wanna battle with the Boss, all you bitch niggas fail, I hit em up
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| Leave the North, when you see the Boss
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| Get broke off, when you see the Boss
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| Try to do me, but they far from ready
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| Northstar and Big Ballin', ain’t got no feddy, I hit em up
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| Close your mouth, when you see the Boss
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| Change your route, when you see the Boss
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| Try to do me, but they far from ready
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| Northstar and Big Ballin', ain’t got no feddy, I hit em up
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| (*talking*)
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| That’s how you spose' to hit a motherfucker up Lil Yo
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| You niggas getting on tracks like this, you gotta get ready
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| You know I’m saying, and Big Pic
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| I’ma let my lil' dogs, ride on your hoe ass
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| Get out the way Slim, get out the way Slim
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| And let me, address this bitch
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| They keep talking bullshit, I pack bullets that flip
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| Into a big bitch, by the name of Big Pic
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| Making this a rap again, quick to snatch another win
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| Let’s see the shit you talk, with a nine under your chin
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| Your kin wanna sin, your mouth got you in trouble
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| Healthy zig-zag, trash ass motherfucker
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| I speak and don’t stutter, never biting my tongue
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| Street sweeping your crumbs, leaving holes in your lungs
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| Dropping bombs like Viet, I done peeped you nigga
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| Southpaw that’s raw, while I’m sleeping nigga
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| Steady chasing big figgas, while your bitch ass knock me
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| Don’t steal my style, cause you known to copy
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| It’s about to get sloppy, you can’t fuck with me
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| Let the game go, so we can rest in peace
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| You keep fucking with me, you in peace with the rest
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| Releasing my tech, because you got a hole in your chest
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| You’re whining about these checks, all you game is garbage
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| Treat your rap like shit, flush it down the toilet
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| Who the hell done farted, oh that’s Pic’s bullshit
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| Bitch suck more dick, then a porno flick
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| I’m a faggot you wish, nigga place your bids
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| I’m about to do you dirty, like R. Kelly do kids
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| One minute my nig', the Big Ballin' done got bucked
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| Big mouth done got shut, it’s Doodie I hit em up
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| (*talking*)
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| Ha, now y’all tell me who won
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| They see me, they run ha
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| Fa sho Slim, Sir Daily make these niggas retire
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| Whining ass cry babies, need to have pacifiers
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| Grown men acting like kids, jealous and shit
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| But if you cross us in the streets, we putting lead in your clit
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| Hundred rounds spit buckers, ain’t no testing the tougher
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| Watts stuck you like a pussy, so who’s next to fuck you
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| Sir Daily a crash dummy, you a liar that’s false
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| Any nigga believe in that, must be sniffing that soft
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| I go off at anytime, ain’t no stealing my shine
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| Hoe ass nigga wanna hate, cause they feeling my rhymes
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| I never apologize, to the day that I die
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| And when I die I’ma be gangsta, with no tears in my eyes
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| From the cradle to the grave, we stay be gangsta ways
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| With the Boss Slim stays, cutting paving the way
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| Ain’t never known to play, you out of line and out of touch
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| Everytime them Outlaws touch the mic, you get crushed
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| You a fucker boy thoed, nigga bleeding red blood
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| You will never hear him say, Sir Daily got hugged
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| Cause I go hard nigga, no fraud nigga
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| I’m the dealer with the deck, here’s your hoe card nigga, hit em up |