Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thicka Than Water Flow, artist - Slim Thug. Album song Having Thangs, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 06.01.2004
Record label: Hogg Life
Song language: English
Thicka Than Water Flow |
| G’eah Slim Thugger, Killa Kyleon mayn |
| Bitch ass niggas, need to close they motherfucking mouth Killa |
| The big Boss here to set it off, lay on your flo’s |
| Before we cock these 4−4's, and blow your brain out your nose |
| I’m tired of talking to you rappers, you dudes is trans-sex |
| Trying to make a nigga guess, with your down low plex |
| Don’t sing it nigga bring it, let’s gon get it on |
| Matter fact fuck all that, say my name in your songs |
| You punks is emcees, don’t battle with real G’s |
| You ain’t heard niggas is broke, they killing for small fees |
| My killers got kids to feed, I fulfill they needs |
| And drop em a couple thee, to make your bitch ass bleed |
| I don’t like having problems, so I solve em quick |
| So I bust a tech nine, till the bitch won’t click |
| The click I’m with is made niggas, hustlers slash grave diggers |
| I pop ya or put a hit out, whichever one save figgas |
| I got lawyers on my team, that I pay good green |
| That tend to keep my record clean, cause they beat everything |
| Teflon don, don’t shit stick to the Boss |
| But these sticky green sticks, that I stick in my mouth |
| You think you fucking with my folks, ha-ha you got jokes |
| Talking bout you got dope, you bitch niggas is broke |
| You frauds don’t even smoke, please stop your lying |
| Befo' you get in some real shit, and niggas start dying |
| And these bullets start flying, at your mama home |
| Keep busting towards your dome, until all my drama gone |
| Boss Hogg Familia, (thicker than water) |
| Black talons got em leaking shit, (thicker than water) |
| Promethazine got the Sprite mix, (thicker than water) |
| Slim Thug, Killa Kyleon niggas not we |
| It’s on and hopping out of my van, Glock in my hand |
| I’m fin to hit private for blocks of surran, them bullets stopping your man |
| If they come try to test Kyle, they’ll enter his chest while |
| And stop his life like west nile, live in the water with reptiles |
| Trained killers, that pray on the weak |
| My trigger finger lay on the heat, you lay on the street |
| My click playing for keeps, no shorts no losses |
| If you don’t come up off it, you seeing hearts and crosses |
| We not marks we bosses, like Sam and Nick |
| Merk you behind lil' shit, like grams and nick’s |
| Get with the fam' and split, in a Lincoln Continental |
| Four bodies in the trunk, now it’s a stinking Continental |
| Be thinking confidential, ay go hide the pies |
| Then get with your click, to divide the pies |
| Anybody need work, I provide them pies |
| With out of town licks need, so I’ma provide them fives nigga |