| You can catch me and Slim deep, coastin slabs
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| In South Beach Miami on Ocean Ave
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| Wit them 22 inch spinnas on the G-S car
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| We Dirty South Rydas but we not D-S-R
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| Or In Atlanta, we flippin thru College Park and Decatur
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| At 112 on a Sunday night, vallet parkin the gator
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| On 24's Like T.I., in a Drop Caprice
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| When I stop, the otha piece of the rim chop the streets
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| I’m a track lumberjack Yella chop the beat
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| Bring it back 3 times now stop the beat
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| I’m the hottest, the rest of y’all is obsolete
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| Mah name speak for itself so go cop some heat
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| And, Killa the reason why ya daughter is late
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| Got her suckin me up, ridin in mah quarter to eight
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| And get her like a dry plant, I’m finna water her face
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| Bustin shots at her top, bout to slaughter her face
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| Whoa! |
| My 16's like keys or blow
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| When you inhale it? |
| Its garaunteed to please ya bro'
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| But you don’t want me to spit 16 and leave ya bro'
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| At the cemetery mah verse’ll weave ya bro Its Killa
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| Kyleon Ill bleed ya bro
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| Get ya chick, filled up wit dick, and feed the ho
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| Got the drop top shakin like a seizure ho
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| Tha Ak-4'll make you have amneisa bro'
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| And we gon' keep this here on a need to know
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| In case I have to use it and you need to know
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| I got em', trippin off this style that Ive done copped
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| I’m the dude the streets been talkin bout startin all the gossip
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| I’m Cold! |
| Like a runny nose leavin the whole block sick
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| And my flow! |
| Got 'em runny nose leavin the whole block sick
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| You can beg all you want, but you still ain’t finna stop this
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| Glock, when I cock it, aim that bench, and pop it
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| And ain’t a cop, can stop this, Killa from spittin hot shit
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| I’m on a whole notha level, try to get you some mo' notches
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| Rocks got the chrome watch lit like disco balls
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| I stand in kitchen like chefs cookin wit Crisco Oil (Nigga!)
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| Now who you know wit mo' flow than Thug and Killa?
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| And who you know wit mo' dough than Thug and Killa?
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| Who you know wit mo hoes than Thug and Killa?
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| And who you know mo realla than Thug and Killa?
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| Nigga, theres no one, and if so? |
| Show one'
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| So Slim and Killa can blow one, sell a break and blow one
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| In the sky, we two guys thas two fly so don’t try
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| You trippin, I told you guys bout smokin that prye
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| Dont battle the super clan, you playin wit Superman
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| I’ll make ya tongue kiss the sand, wit these two super hands
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| I’m just tryin to get by, tryin to get fly
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| Tryin to chill wit the finest chick, thas tryin to get high
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| Party boy, Dont do too much, but focus on sex
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| You boys broke wit no ho so you focused on plex
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| I’m constantly gettin checks and gettin jammed in decks
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| You say ya betta than me? |
| But ya, gets no respect
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| You don’t understand, how Slim Thug became a made man
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| Used to see me doin bad, But now Im, a major paid man
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| You sit at home all day, jottin rhymes in ya pad
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| While I’m headed back to Cali just to get me some ass
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| You boys tryin to live hard to be me
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| Dont try to be the hottest crew, that you seein on T. V
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| When Nelly went diamond, you was puttin band-aids in ya face
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| Now 50 Cent dropped? |
| Now you yellin G-Unit all ova the place
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| You dickride wit pride every week switch sides
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| Dont come around here wit that shit, I ain’t lettin it slide
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| Tha Boss Hogg Outlawz gon' remain the same
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| Tha same niggas that was here, thru the rain and pain
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| Tha shit won’t change mah game gon still remain
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| Instead of losin our fame, we still doin our thang
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| Me and Killa on the hussle on the double the worlds in trouble
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| You thought we quit? |
| We bout to bust y’all bubble
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| Tha Boss, still rappin and still track jackin
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| When you see me in the streets? |
| Do ilook like I’m sackin?
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| I’m stackin mo big faces and seein mo big places
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| And Still leadin a pack in the underground races
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| Slim Thug’s the solo, Boss Hogg’s the logo
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| Boyz N' Blue the click, Naw bitch not the po-po
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| We’ll bust ya ho tho, If she round these parts
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| She gettin stuck on the wall and we ain’t throwin no darts
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| I ain’t tryin to break no hearts I’m just playin the game
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| And I heard she was smart, I was borrowin brain
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| I ain’t tryin to take ya girl, you can have her back mayne
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| Cause she gave me the big face, you can keep, the change
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| Boss Hogg Outlawz. |
| We Too Gangsta Fa Yall Nigga!
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| (Repeats) |