| Yeah, Slim Thugger, the Boss
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| It’s official baby, niggas hating, now-or-later ass niggas
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| Get your money right, ha, listen
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| Nigga show me ten G’s, and I’ll show you a hundred
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| All that shit you niggas dream about, I’ve been there and done it
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| Underground rap I run it, ask the stores you sell to
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| Ask they owner, who they gotta give most of they mail to
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| It’s either me, Watts or Color Change running the game
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| Not no Still in the Game, or bullshit Street Fame
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| It’s simple and plain, me and my boys get big change
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| Even though they hating on my name, I get big thangs
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| Talking bout you riding swangs, on what car my nigga
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| You can’t afford a Northstar, by far my nigga
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| And Big Pic, you thought that bullshit like you big balling
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| But before you started bootlegging, what was you crawling
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| That oughta make you feel weak, when your shit don’t sell
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| You gotta bootleg me and Watts, just to get you some mail
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| And A.D., please tell me what the fuck was you thinking
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| Shooting slugs at the Boss, what the fuck was you drinking
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| You trash nigga, and everybody know it
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| You got a motherfucking Cougar, that right there is to show it
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| Niggas see Jay-Z and Nas, and start feeling they self
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| Talking down on the Boss, is like killing yourself
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| You lost your wealth, you should of kept your mouth closed
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| Northstar, Big Balling and Stomp Down some hoes
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| And it shows, you only hating on me cause I made it
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| You can’t get pre-orders, my album’s anticipated
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| And every nigga I spoke on, in all these songs
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| I just put money in your pockets, so just leave it alone
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| Think about it, everytime y’all make me do these c.d.'s
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| I’m headed back to the bank, to pick up a hundred G’s
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| Lil' Yo, ask your sister how much cash I stack
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| Everytime I hit the bank, she gotta go to the back
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| And pick up mo' big faces, Bridgett you cool with me
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| I just gotta wreck your brother, for being cruel to me
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| You say I hurt his feelings, and I left him alone
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| I got news, your little brother tried to do Slim wrong
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| See how God works, the real niggas succeed
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| Why you haters make drank and weed, remember one thing
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| Feel me
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| (*talking*)
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| The truth hurt, don’t it Lil' Yo
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| Shouldn’t of fucked with me, punk ass boy
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| Ha, Lil' Mario fuck you, Big Pic fuck you
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| Northstar and Big Ballin fuck you, ha |