| Boss Hogg, we running this rap shit
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| Slim Thugger, I’m running this rap shit
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| Sir Daily, we running this rap shit
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| Lil' Doodie, we running this rap shit
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| E.S.G., we running this rap shit
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| Rayface, we running this rap shit
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| The take over, this the hater makeover
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| If you got plex with Slim, I suggest you stay sober
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| No time for slip up’s, no room for mistakes
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| I go to war with you cakes, talking bout I’m fake
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| Y’all the ones telling lies, bitch apologize
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| We was all cool, until I started to rise
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| That’s when the hate came in your eyes, I remember it clear
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| Back in 9−9, yep I think that was the year
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| I pulled up to the studio, in a drop on swangs
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| Instead of looking happy, y’all looked like y’all was in pain
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| Ever since then, thangs ain’t never been the same
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| You haters fell off, and I guess I’m to blame
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| What a shame, back then I could tell you niggas was hoes
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| Y’all use to get paid, fifty dollars a show
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| While I was getting the G’s, I told you get your money too
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| The reply was Watts, don’t need us like he need you
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| Which was true, cause soon as I left y’all went left
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| Tried to do y’all own thing, and follow my footsteps
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| Only problem is, y’all needed me to make it
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| I know it’s hard to take it, but it’s the truth face it
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| Boss Hogg, we running this rap shit
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| My nigga Troy, we running this rap shit
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| Big Cheddar, we running this rap shit
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| My nigga Corn, we running this rap shit
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| My nigga Chi, we running this rap shit
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| Jude Fiend, we running this rap shit
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| D.P., we running this rap shit
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| Verse two, little sorry hoe back to you
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| I think I finally understand, why you do what you do
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| When people come up to me, they ask about you
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| And when they come up to you, they ask about me too
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| When they ask you how I’m doing, what’s your reply
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| Do you tell em how I’m balling, and how Slim is still fly
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| They see you looking dirty, they see me looking clean
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| They say you ain’t accomplish shit, they see me living my dream
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| That gotta hurt, but for you I’m feeling no sorrow
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| I just hope this make you get on, your game tomorrow
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| Remember when I took you to pick up, those c.d.'s and shit
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| You went behind my back you dick, and hit my lick
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| I can’t forgive or forget, I remember it all
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| You use to like to see me fall, and hate to see me ball
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| But y’all, Northstar don’t want it Thug
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| Big Pic and A.D., they don’t want it with Thug, ha
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| Grey Day, we running this rap shit
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| C-Note, we running this rap shit
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| Mill Ticket, we running this rap shit
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| Real Deal, we running this rap shit
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| My nigga Pop, we running this rap shit
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| My nigga Juquay, we running this rap shit
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| Sleep Dog, you still running this rap shit
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| Big Pic Big Ballin, you talking backwards life
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| Big Pic big broke, that sound mo' right
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| First of all on the cash blast, you can’t compete
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| You already beat, shit look at your piece
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| Eric told me how much your dumb ass, paid for that
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| When you saw that bullshit, you should of gave it back
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| You better invest in some crack, cause your rap game weak
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| I can’t wait for your album drop, and flop in the streets
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| And what in the fuck Cluck, you just begging for a break
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| You say you don’t rap for free, that’s why you ain’t on my tape
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| Nigga please, your weak ass couldn’t pay me
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| To talk slow on a flow, on the Boss c. |
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| By now you should know, better than to run your mouth
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| Remember in Garden City, when Chris knocked your ass out
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| For bumping your gums, I guess your ass is still dumb
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| You happy, I said your name trash ass bum |