[Slim Thug]
I spit hits like a jukebox, stay thugged out like 2Pac
Everytime something new drop, it`s G shit not hip-hop
I speak for those who rip glocks, and leave these haters lips locked
My underground sell mo` than your, real album ship out
My underground sell mo` than your, real album ship out
My underground sell mo` than your, real album ship out
Slow down or sped up, I`ll make you bob your head up
Hustle till you fed up, tell you stack your bread up
Falling off you`ll never see, Slim got long jeopardy
Real hits what you get from me, me and Watts like family
And I be damned if we can`t do our job, and make you bob
I`m signing c.d.`s for you, your niece and your Uncle Rob
Saying stay down, jam everything we lay down
If I can`t drive to your town, I`ll send this shit through Greyhound
(*scratching*)
send this shit through Greyhound
send this shit through Greyhound
Got boys from Kansas, hollin` bout how they jam this
From Germany to Japan, they can`t understand this
This ain`t no local shit, we worldwide bitch
Got Swishahouse and Boss Hogg, in your ride trick
They wanna drop like us, and stack a knot like us
Can`t pay they bills with they skills, so they copy us
Some trendsetters, some go-getters
Use to be down but shit, now they bootleggers
(*scratching*)
Now they-now they bootleggers
Now they-now they bootleggers
Hating on my profit, digging in my pocket
And I`ma do what it take, to make sure you stop it
See I got bills to pay, and plenty meals to make
And if you in my way, the AK`ll spray
I make a G a day, sometimes three a day
That`s times 3-65, now y`all see my pay
That`s last year, next year me and E album dropping
So Northside and Southside, it`s time to do some shopping
