Slim Thug Album

It's Slim Thugga Muthafucka, got alot to sell
But snitches already got alot to tell
So for as y'all know all I do is just rap (huh)
And give these streets something they
can play in they trap (cheyah)
Last year I had to put my city back on the map
This year we goin hit em right back with a slap (that's right)
I had the whole wide world tippin' on 4's (fo's)
Sippin' on drank, using gland slow
Claiming they the boss I guess they like my style
Copy what I do, mayne they like my child
I'm listen like damn mayne them boys wild
Thinking to myself, mayne them boys loud
Writing everything from my slang to my smile (damn)
Thought I was goin let it slide... Hell Naw!
If the shoe fit very, listen tot he comparey
You niggas ain't my fam, how I style you in hared

I call all shots, all wins no losses (no losses)
Follow me I'm The Boss Of All Bosses
I'm The Boss Of All Bosses [x4]
Ha, fuck what'cha heard, and fuck what they talking
They follow me I'm The Boss Of All Bosses
I'm The Boss Of All Bosses [x4]

Ha
H-Town, let it settle I'm a lead the way
The only rapper doing everythang I say
The other boys fishing (ha), go up their and Christians (ha)
I'm a good dude I just gotta alot addiction (that's right)
I love getting money you can see it in my face
it's like I'm bout to bust when I step my safe (cheyah)
I love getting pussy but I hate these hoes (I hate these hoes)
I'm bout to hit the block and -drop the top on 4's-
I know you probably tired of hearing about my cars (I know)
that's what'cha get for turning good niggas
to stars (that's what'cha get)
What the fuck you'll do, you'll see
Never had shit now you rich as you can be (what)
Used to hit Lick's selling bricks in the streets (ha)
Now I'm selling hits for ten times the fee (ha ha)
And stand free, I ain't never seeing no jails
The boss of the south goin stay giving them hell (ha)

I call all shots, all wins no losses (no losses)
Follow me I'm The Boss Of All Bosses
I'm The Boss Of All Bosses [x4]
Ha, fuck what'cha heard, and fuck what they talking
They follow me I'm The Boss Of All Bosses
I'm The Boss Of All Bosses [x4]

Ha

[Verse 1: Slim Thug]
I do this fo tha block (block), I do this fo the hood (hood),
I do this fo tha streets cause the streets keep me good (keep me good), I do it for tha hustlas (hustlas), I do it for tha thugs (thugs), I do it for the Gs cause tha Gs show me luv (show me luv), I came in tha game 17 real loud, only thang on my mind make my momma proud, started rockin crowds, gettin dope from shows and as tha fame rolls then came the hoes, then came tha clothes, then came the cars, next thang I kno I'm a ghetto supastar, so here come tha haters travelin by tha packs, but neva mind them cause aaaaaa Bitch I'm Back!

[Chorus: Devin the Dude]
I pour up a cup, fill the swissa with cud, and fire it up so I can gatha my thoughts (let's get high), Mo' money mo' problems they say that's how it is when ya live like a boss (like a boss), ya see I been on my grind fo some time and tha streets thought a nigga fell off (hell nah nigga), but if I decide not to rhyme no more rhymes, I'm a still be well off
Cause Bitch I'm Back!

[Verse 2: Slim Thug]
A born boss got nuthin to lose, still shinin in the game got nuthin to prove
Got rich independent didn't need no deal
Had paper before I signed, didn't need no meals
Got hustles on tha side, I ain't got to rap
And if all else fails I still got tha trap
I don't fuck with u rappers ya'll fake to me
I don't fuck with u niggas ya'll snakes to me
I don't care bout fame fuck bein a star
Let dem take all the pictures just gimme his car
Then gimme his house, and his watch and chain
On tha bank account, credit cards jot my name
But I guess one come with tha other
So here I go I'm a writin rap hustla
I'm too blessed to complain bout that
So where I gotta sign, take ya pictures
Cause Bitch I'm Back!

[Chorus: Devin the Dude]
I pour up a cup, fill the swissa with cud, and fire it up so I can gatha my thoughts (let's get high), Mo' money mo' problems they say that's how it is when ya live like a boss (like a boss), ya see I been on my grind fo some time and tha streets thought a nigga fell off (hell nah nigga), but if I decide not to rhyme no more rhymes, I'm a still be well off
Cause Bitch I'm Back!

[Verse 3: Slim Thug]
They say tha truth will hit so fuck it
I'm a go an keep 100 fo tha public
I dropped already platinum, but it only sold gold
And niggas lookin at me like I sold my soul
Cause I'm rappin with D and not mista Lee
But when ya on ya grind sometimes ya can't see
Before mike came and paul was signed
I was at interscope tryin to find ma mind
Still Tippin wasn't toppin, 3 kings just dropped
And I'm a underground artist tryin to get on top
So I listened to my label, playin tha?
And learned a whole lotta game from that
Just stay true my nigga and do u
And fuck what another tryin to tell u to do
Continue to spit facts u can bump in them lacs
And o yeah this a dre track
Bitch I'm Back!

[Chorus: Devin the Dude]
I pour up a cup, fill the swissa with cud, and fire it up so I can gatha my thoughts (let's get high), Mo' money mo' problems they say that's how it is when ya live like a boss (like a boss), ya see I been on my grind fo some time and tha streets thought a nigga fell off (hell nah nigga), but if I decide not to rhyme no more rhymes, I'm a still be well off
Cause Bitch I'm Back!

[Chorus:]
I ruun the streets all nite n dayyy(the hood love thug)
Cause I still ruuun the streets all nite n dayyy
Jea I rep for my city, go hard for the hood still posted on the block wats good?
Cause I still ruun, the streets all nite n dayyy
I can't stay away

[Verse 1:]
They don't make to many niggas like me
Bonifide hussler certified G
Still got that work if u got the right feen
U thankin shit fake well nigga come see
It's bigga then the jewlels, it's bigger then the cars
It's bigger then the fact that we fukin rap stars
The street niggas kno me, these boys got my contacts
Knowin any givin minute I can come bak
I put a bitch on I-10 n tell her run that
Give her 10 n tell her don't bring nutin bak
I'm still n tha hood, I can't leave the streets
It's n my blood I'm a thug till I be deceased

[Chorus:]
I ruun the streets all nite n dayyy(the hood love thug)
Cause I still ruuun the streets all nite n dayyy
Jea I rep for my city, go hard for the hood still posted on the block wats good?
Cause I still ruun, the streets all nite n dayyy
I can't stay away

[Verse 2:]
It's hot on my blok sumbody turn the fan on
I've been paid I'm jus tryin to turn my mans on
N get my breads strong, streets miss me wen I'm gone
I put on for my city like jeezys song
Please believe me holmes matter fact check my stats
Ain't dropped n 3 years but I'm bak
Where the money at? that's the first question
U better pak a strap that's the first lesson
Hard times got the whole united states stressin
I'm writin a book, how to survive n a recession
Mr oboma, we so tired of sellin crack
If u lookin for me ask the streets where I'm at

[Chorus:]
I ruun the streets all nite n dayyy(the hood love thug)
Cause I still ruuun the streets all nite n dayyy
Jea I rep for my city, go hard for the hood still posted on the block wats good?
Cause I still ruun, the streets all nite n dayyy
I can't stay away

[Verse 3:]
It's home sweet home where the D boys roam
Movin stone for stone or zone for zone
All nite getin it on till 6 in tha morn.
Tha shit I'm smokin on, stronger then cologne
U can prlly smell the smoke threw your headfones
If u still broke better get your bread long
Call me on that burner cause them feds on my fone
N I'm a run the streets til I'm under my headstone (Jea jea)

[Chorus:]
I ruun the streets all nite n dayyy(the hood love thug)
Cause I still ruuun the streets all nite n dayyy
Jea I rep for my city, go hard for the hood still posted on the block wats good?
Cause I still ruun, the streets all nite n dayyy
I can't stay away

[Hook: Mannie Fresh] [x2]
In the streets
In the club
All the real muthafuckers Show Me Love
Now I open up this bitch & I'm a show you how to show off
Clean in this bitch with the price tag towoff.

[Verse 1: Slim Thug]
Don't call it a comeback
'Cause I been here for years
Wreckin' my peers, through the blood, sweat & tears
Here it is, Thugga back at it like a addict
No matter the price, give it here I gotta have it
When I step up out my house, everyday I gotta show off
Clean than the bitch with the price tag tow off
Everything new, straight up out the mall
From my pants, to my shirt, to my shoes, to my draws
I show you how to ball, take notes & keep lookin'
Stay tuned to the show & see what Thugga got cookin'
Money back guaranteed, everyday I'm a go off
I'm rich than a bitch, shit I might as well show off.

[Hook: Mannie Fresh] [x2]
In the streets
In the club
All the real muthafuckers Show Me Love
Now I open up this bitch & I'm a show you how to show off
Clean in this bitch with the price tag tow off.

[Verse 2: Slim Thug]
Thugga fresh like a Mannie be
Dillerman, hand me keys
Straight up off the lot, drop coupe, 300 G
Man it's so fun to be me, I'm the one that be
On your TV, yeah G, I'm the one you see
The rose was the blessin' so I pull that out the Sunday
The Benz the work card, so I pull that on Monday
The coupe good on gas so I dry that all week
& I pull out my Slab, when I shut down the streets
I'm a beast, hit the jury man with my peeps
Big hundred carrot badge, I'm the captain of the streets
Roll deep like police, blue boys got it lock
You see me on patrol in your hood on the block
Holla.

[Hook: Mannie Fresh] [x2]
In the streets
In the club
All the real muthafuckers Show Me Love
Now I open up this bitch & I'm a show you how to show off
Clean in this bitch with the price tag tow off.

[Verse 3: Slim Thug]
When I hit the club all the girls Show Me Love
'Cause worldwide they be fuckin' with Thug
'Cause the boss got class, the boss stay G'd
I'm everywhere you ain't never there. Where you be?
I got a crib in Miami, house side in Cali
A Spot in ATL, but I be out there Bally
'Cause I live in the H & got hoes 'around the globe
You Stackin' up you want, I'm gettin' dough by the low
That's how I stay froze & fresh with the clothes
My closet got more kicks than they got in the store's
I pop tags, shirt match my badge
Eyelids low, lookin' at the Louie glass.

[Hook: Mannie Fresh] [x2]
In the streets
In the club
All the real muthafuckers Show Me Love
Now I open up this bitch & I'm a show you how to show off
Clean in this bitch with the price tag tow off.

[Chorus:]
I'm So Fly
All the haters and the killers try'na get me
When I walk by
All the girls wanna take a picture with me
So baby just smile for the camera (Ayy)
For the camera (Ayy)
For the camera (Ayy)
So baby just smile for the camera (Ayy)
For the camera (Ayy)
For the camera (Ayy)
Ha

[Verse 1:]
I got super size swag, I'm honest with the class
Fresh up off the bag, somebody pull out my tag
I guess that's why these haters always looking so mad
I guess that's why this girl wanna picture so bad
By hard means fast, while we pose for the fo's
Before rap, I was most chose by the hoes
Before you go she snip me something else on the low
A red dotted list to see me with no clothes

[Chorus:]
I'm So Fly
All the haters and the killers try'na get me
When I walk by
All the girls wanna take a picture with me
So baby just smile for the camera (Ayy)
For the camera (Ayy)
For the camera (Ayy)
So baby just smile for the camera (Ayy)
For the camera (Ayy)
For the camera (Ayy)
Ha

[Verse 2:]
Beautiful by the bar, you wanna be a star?
Look like a boss in the big house and fancy cars
How bout we make everything that's by ours
For example let me let'cha hold a black card
And don't worry bout'cha man, he just act hard
Before he get to you, you gotta go through that squad
Ya like swimming, I gotta lake in my backyard
I take you on a date to the B.E.T. Awards

[Chorus:]
I'm So Fly
All the haters and the killers try'na get me
When I walk by
All the girls wanna take a picture with me
So baby just smile for the camera (Ayy)
For the camera (Ayy)
For the camera (Ayy)
So baby just smile for the camera (Ayy)
For the camera (Ayy)
For the camera (Ayy)
Ha

[Verse 3:]
Keep that ice on our chest...
And we dress so fly...
And we stay smoking on the best...
So you know a playa so high...
For the camera (Ayy)
For the camera (Ayy)
So baby just smile for the camera (Ayy)
For the camera (Ayy)
For the camera (Ayy)
Ha

[Chorus:]
Got the damn top
Got the damn top drop
Got the Got the damn top drop, top drop, top drop
Got the damn top
Got the damn top drop
Got the Got the damn top drop, top drop, top drop
Got the damn top
Got the damn top drop
Got the Got the damn top drop, top drop, top drop
Got the damn top
Got the damn top drop
Got the Got the damn top drop, top drop, top drop

[Verse 1:]
For you jackers that's hatin
Run up try to rob yeahh bitch I'm a be waitin
In the country see me skatin
On my chrome lookin good
You fuck with my bitch and I'm a shoot up ya hood
Still leather and the wood that's tradition down in texas
Roll Cadillac we don't fuck with no Lexus
Bitch by my side in my ride lookin lovely
Pour up out the paint we ain't sippin on no bubbly
Screwed tape loud while I'm swangin by the crowd
And& the dro got me how it feel like I'm in a cloud
I'm a H-Town nigga.
Reppin for P.A.T.
Big Hawk, DJ Screw, Big Moe and Pimp C
I'm a Shine for my city fuck them haters talkin down
So holla at a nigga when you see me walkin round
07 was a hard one but I can be found
In my slab puffin pounds tryna take away my frown
And I...

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Paul Wall]
I got my mind on my money and my glock in my hand
Grindin hard, paper stackin tryna follow the plan
Pullin, gloss and steams chasin million dollar dreams
Livin the thug life I get it by any means
When times get hard I got no one to hold me down
So I ride with the top down and cruise around town
The boppers in line; cause I been known to be a slab rider
Comin down clean, marchin like a freedom fighter
When you ride 4's patna stay strapped
The gone catch ya at the light and put one in ya cap
See I keep it in my lap; I ain't slippin for none
I ain't got sprayed by any but homie I ain't done
I'm bout to raise a truck and drop a couple of screens
I'm thinkin... ?... with bout 4-15's
See the leather is perforated; them boys gone sho hate it
My slab is undisputed I'm the number one rated
With my Top Drop

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
While they waitin on me to fall; I'm a still stand tall
Ball hard in the mall
I been shinin for a while; haters ya in denial
Since back in 9 -8 I been wreckin freestyles
With spit lines that'll put a smile on ya child
And do a song that'll make the hood go wild
The flow versatile; When they hear it they like wow
That boy got talent yeah I like your style.
But uhhh
No pressure; don't let the bullshit stress ya
A... ? with somebody test ya
God bless ya
Ya Grind lesser; ya shine lesser
Ya win when you don't let this material shit impress ya
Insides like a dresser; woodgrain on the dash
My motto; Fuck pain put my name on the cash
I used to wish and dream I could swang on the glass
Now cars, clothes, & hoes is a thang of the past
And I...

Got the damn top
Got the damn top drop
Got the Got the damn top drop, top drop, top drop
Got the damn top
Got the damn top drop
Got the Got the damn top drop, top drop, top drop
Got the damn top
Got the damn top drop
Got the Got the damn top drop, top drop, top drop
Got the damn top
Got the damn top drop
Got the Got the damn top drop
Got my glock Clocked.

He was once a thug from around the way

(Slim Thugga, Muthafucka!)

Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug
Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug
(I'm a) Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug
Thug from around the way
(She say she wanna)
Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug
(I'm a) Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug
Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug
(She lookin' for a) Thug from around the way

I represent the H and the bottom of the map
And I was born and raised in the bottom of the trap
The number one rule is ya gotta stay straped
Cause any giving many you can take that long nap
I roll with gorillas, dealers and the killers
Cause when I'm on stage that's the only fool spillers
Real Trill niggas, let me see ya hands
But I do this for the streets, I
ain't try'na make ya dance
Roll so low, I don't need no friends
Still flip that lac, I don't need no Benz
And Harlem throwing money, I don't need no Zen's
Matter fact I be back, I need more to spend
She say she wanna

Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug
Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug
(I'm a) Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug
Thug from around the way
(She say she wanna)
Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug
(I'm a) Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug
Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug
(She lookin' for a) Thug from around the way

It's white-T, Nikes, when I hit the club
They say I can't get in cause I'm dress like a thug
Fuck the dress code, we bout a hundred deep
And they goin let it seen, or get they ass beat
Boss Hogg Outlaws roll like the mob
Errbody paid cause we stays on our job
Drop in G-T a blessing from the Lord
So haters don't be mad that we blame it on God
I'm coming out hard, them other boys soft
So I'm a hold it down for that H and the Nawf
Brand new jewelry look what I brought
Still running from the feds, I
ain't never getting caught
She say she wanna

Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug
Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug
(I'm a) Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug
Thug from around the way
(She say she wanna)
Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug
(I'm a) Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug
Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug
(She lookin' for a) Thug from around the way

Ya say ya man ain't fuckin' ya right
Ya lonely and depression need a thug in ya life
Well come on over here, I can feel ya appetite
Take ya back to the crib and beat it all night
She say she love a thug, cause Thugga beat it good
Her man pay them bills, but Thugga keep it hood
And I ain't gotta stare, that's already understood
I take ya for a ride, you can slide on my wood
I pick her up and shake her up and down like dice
Sweet like cake make me wanna take a slice
I ain't try'na take advantage, but take my advice
Take a break from the fakes, get a thug in ya life
She say she wanna

Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug
Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug
(I'm a) Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug
Thug from around the way
(She say she wanna)
Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug
(I'm a) Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug
Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug
(She lookin' for a) Thug from around the way

Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug
Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug
Thug from a, Thug from a, Thug
Thug from around the way

[Pimp C sample]
Leanin', Leanin', sittin' sideways [X2]
Leanin', Leanin', Leanin', sittin' sideways
Leanin', sittin' sideways, Leanin', Leanin',
sittin' sideways

I'mma young ghetto boy dat's why I act dis way,
rollin' in the candy car leanin' sittin' sideways

[Chorus X2] [Slim Thug]
Big boss of that damn nawf, grab the mic straight
run his mouth Candy blue what you see me floss,
when I pull the lac up out the house

Lookin' good while I hold the wood, on the slab
shit's understood Hit the (stash?) chunk up the
hood, boys gotta see me stunt for good

New car new ice, it ain't shit I can pay that
price, Niggas ain't living like the boss live,
that's what that is and I say that twice

I tip the 4's and flip the roads, before that
album got shipped to stores Boys betta keep they
lips closed, before they punk-ass get exposed

I done showed the world how the boss hold, Slab or
foreign I floss those Drank and dro got me floss
mode, doin' 100 on the toll road

Pimp and Bun runnin' right behind, pieced up with
the grill shine 10 years still putting it down,
representin' for that H-Town

Michael watts got the beats slow, slim thug keep
the streets throwed Brains straight bout to be
blowed, cause Rico got them sweets rolled

Now ask them cause the streets know, the big boss
man got it locked H-Town man I'mma shout that out,
till I'm up in Heaven wit Pimp and Pac.

[Chorus X2]

[Pimp C]
Sweet Jones bitch! Unnh Unnh Unnh

Tony Snow the mack not the myth, the Pimp I got
the gift to break a bitch, twenty thousand behind my lips

A hundred thousand on my neck, everytime that I
step out Bought the red thang from Chamillion,
candy paint swangin in the drop

I keep the hoes pussy drip drop wet, lamborghini fuck the vet

Top gone lets get it on, I'm the real bitch he's a
clone Smelling like Bar 9 cologne, gotta billion
dollars out my microphone

Slab crusha, dome busta, Promethazine mixed with the tussa

We call it banana split, choose a pimp hoe I'm
legit Wrecked the grey bitch, bought the red I got
a phantom too that's what the fuck I said

And I ain't dropped an album yet spend my dirty
money don't touch the check

If the rap game die I buy some work and keep a
young yella bitch that will pull up my skirt

And when the bitch get enough her pussy squirt
tricks love to see (how it works?)

I love the money she love the fame I gotta leveled
head she gotta (piece of the brain/grain?)

I gotta 3-way lover on my cingular She gotta 4
inch (?) with (jack Mick hair?)

Between her legs I'm tellin you And she pay her
daddy and that's what it do

[Chorus X2]

[Bun B]
it's Bun B the man and not the myth, ridin on them
4's trunk got the fifth I push one button on my
remote, start up my slab and my trunk will lift

I got the gift I got straight from God, keep it
real never fraud From P-A-T the land of the Trill,
so when come out I'mma come out hard

You know the name and the resume, my g-code files
is documented Certified Rap-a-Lot for life, down
with the mob represented

Don't play them games because I got the change, to
put it in ya mind and on ya brain you'll leak
coming out the candy, die where you standing
simple and plain

I'mma gangsta baby not a baby gangsta, I'm
overgrown it's understood Slim Thug the boss, C
the Pimp, and I'm Bun the OG to run the hood

We got the good, and the flower, hard or soft get
it rock or powder But know ya shit when you hit ya
lick, it don't come with a textbook ??

And the power and the bread, so fuck a law dog,
and fuck a fed I'm from the south and we got the
crown, and you can't get it back until I'm dead

Heard what I said, and press rewind, play it back
so you can get the meaning Coming down in that
candy slab, grippin on the grain and you know I'm leanin

[Chorus X2]

Leanin', Leanin', sittin' sideways [X2]
Leanin', Leanin', Leanin', sittin' sideways
Leanin', sittin' sideways, Leanin', Leanin',
sittin' sideways

[Chorus]
My bitch been down when I wasn't shit
She keep it 100 don't switch
Cause dats my bitch
Gave me a safe place for the bricks
Even help hit a couple licks
So she still my bitch
Gotta help a nigga get rich
Get pop she ain't never gone snitch
Yea dats my bitch
Go hard she ain't never gone quit naw
She as real as a bitch get
Cause dats my bitch

[Verse 1]
I got a down bitch I can ride around wit
From the hood I can smoke me a pound wit
Keep it g she ain't wit all dat bullshit
But got her own money far from a groupie bitch
She a dime all round players want to save her
Dey tell her thugga ain't gonna
love ya, fuck haters
She still by my side she say
she can't stand lames
She say her pussy ain't for sell
you can keep the change
As far as I can tell its a keeper man
ain't tryna argue wit ya baby let you do you
Got me trippin like its too good to be true

My bitch been down when I wasn't shit
She keep it 100 don't switch
Cause dats my bitch
Gave me a safe place for the bricks
Even help hit a couple licks
So she still my bitch
Gotta help a nigga get rich
Get pop she ain't never gone snitch
Yea dats my bitch
Go hard she ain't never gone quit naw
She as real as a bitch get
Cause dats my bitch

[Verse 2]
Been my number one fan before I got a deal
Got a job still keep me wit a hot meal
Baddest bitch I ever met, you gotta see her
Fine as red wine & pretty as aaliyah
All da hoes hatin on her
cause dey want to be her
Can tell I got love for her
dey see how I treat her
She say she down to ride for & I believe her
I'm gettin love shit I think I got a fever
Never thought I'd see the day wen I fall in love
Got plenty ? but she da only one I'm thinkin of
Keep my blunt rolled, clothes
ironed for the club
She a down ass bitch for real cuz

[Chorus]
My bitch been down when I wasn't shit
She keep it 100 don't switch
Cause dats my bitch
Gave me a safe place for the bricks
Even help hit a couple licks
So she still my bitch
Gotta help a nigga get rich
Get pop she ain't never gone snitch
Yea dats my bitch
Go hard she ain't never gone quit naw
She as real as a bitch get
Cause dats my bitch

[Verse 4]
I go to jail I don't even make it to the cell
I'm in process she already makin bell
Always on time shit it never fells
She rite behind a nigga cleanin up my trail
Through all my day to day shit its
hard to live without her
A nigga be lookin lost wheneva I ain't got her
& dem girls betta watch wat dey say
Tryna start shit cause my bitch don't play
She'll scratch never running from a match
Bitch get to talkin reckless
she'll put her on her back
On top of dat she stay ready to get it
At any givin minute I can hit it
Cuz dats my bitch

[Chorus]
My bitch been down when I wasn't shit
She keep it 100 don't switch
Cause dats my bitch
Gave me a safe place for the bricks
Even help hit a couple licks
So she still my bitch
Gotta help a nigga get rich
Get pop she ain't never gone snitch
Yea dats my bitch
Go hard she ain't never gone quit naw
She as real as a bitch get
Cause dats my bitch

[Chorus: Z-RO]
Ain't no such things as friends only Associates
So if you run up on me I'm pullin' my gun out of my holster bitch
I don't like watchin' my back so when I bust I'm a unload the clip
But I'd rather expect you just give me the respect I'm suppose to get
Gangsta shit.

[Verse 1: Slim Thug]
All my niggas is gone my damn bitch done cut
I got some shit on my dome an Then they love me or what
I'm one deep with my chrome like I ain't givin' a fuck
If I got to do this alone fuck it that's what's up
They say it's lonely at the top an you Gon' see who your real friends
No more fo' doors I'm ridin' a coop benz
Keepin' it movin' ain't focused on shit but not losin'
If you don't fuck with me don't fuck with me
It's not confusin'
& when you speak on my name watch the words your choosin'
You soundin' like a hater to me it's so amusin'
Instead of movin' on tryin' to do your Own thang
You recruitin' for the we hate Slim Thug gang
But ain't shit change here mayne
I'm still the same
Life good up out the hood shit I can't complain
These niggas say they down but they Just pretend
I'm ridin' solo to the end
Fuck friends.

[Chorus: Z-RO]
Ain't no such things as friends only Associates
So if you run up on me I'm pullin' my gun out of my holster bitch
I don't like watchin' my back so when I bust I'm a unload the clip
But I'd rather expect you just give me the respect I'm suppose to get
Gangsta shit.

[Verse 2: Z-RO]
Sometimes I wonder if God forgot about me
& would my people miss me if they had to do without me
'Cause anything ain't no love
A nigga you think is yo homey is runnin' up in your girl everytime you leave her lonely
Each & everytime I leave my house all 3 of my guns is on me
Ain't none of you niggas is goin' to be kickin' or punchin' on me
& I learned my lesson about callin' my homies when I need'em
Out of 11 1 & a half Shows up & the rest I still ain't seen'em
One deep 'til I'm on my back
Ya'll fellas out might be on my sack
I'll shoot a muthafucker if a muthafucker jump out of line then I'm a put'em back in line
2006 forever glock 40 with hollows in mind
It's amazin' how something so small can flip your bitch ass anytime
I'm an OG original gangsta mayne organized general
Army ready to drop off chemicals
64 545 criminals
But it's buisness
Whenever I'm seen with a crowd that I'm not feelin'
Enter the conversation & paper in my pocket I'm not feelin'...

[Chorus: Z-RO]
Ain't no such things as friends only Associates
So if you run up on me I'm pullin' my gun out of my holster bitch
I don't like watchin' my back so when I bust I'm a unload the clip
But I'd rather expect you just give me the respect I'm suppose to get
Gangsta shit.

[Verse 3: J-Dawg]
I done seen a whole lot in these 26 years
Never thought I had peers that was undercover queers
Tell these snitches in my circle awhile back I would've murked yuh
I vouch for me an mine
'Til the gavel drop down
An judge gave my time since I hogged up
The ripper
The last time I heard from my niggas
Still in denial in the begginin' of my sentence
2 months turned to years & them years
Turned to bitches
Sittin' in my cell doin' sets of pushup's
No money no mail that's okay that's what's up
Mama made a man but these streets raised
A soldier
Where they kill a real nigga make a mo' daycloder
I never fold up
I'm a do my time bitch
I'm a make parole hoe
Get out & shine trick
Yeah
You fuck niggas better stay out my way
I already wanna blow off yo face
For violatin' the code nigga.

[Chorus: Z-RO]
Ain't no such things as friends only Associates
So if you run up on me I'm pullin' my gun out of my holster bitch
I don't like watchin' my back so when I bust I'm a unload the clip
But I'd rather expect you just give me the respect I'm suppose to get
Gangsta shit.

Scarface
The streets lights are glowing, every day's another struggle
The move is slowly and silent staring make it so my hustle is in tight
The city streets is hectic gotta get it
Here the mall, ain't a promise to me
So I don't live and feel working til' I touch it, stack it until I need it
I spend it on what I want, re-up and that's when I'm weeded.
It's over you never see me, it's being something' as it's lesser
The niggers straight out the gutter, murder without a question
Product my surroundings, click and clack and downing
All they know is he missing when niggers ain't never found him
Assaulting and stealing yet, I don't live it on rejects
I'm a motherfuckin' killer fo' real with the same threat
I'm as gangsta as it gets and my advice for you is live your life
Ya never know when niggers might hit you in the city lights
Get it right, ya never know when niggers might hit you in the city lights
Get it right (Get it right)

Slim Thug
Born and raised on the North blocks, home of the hard knocks
Wanna get rich, find a spot to pump that hard out
Might get robbed and shot if niggers don't think you worthy
In my hood, I saw a lot of gangstas die early
Mama heart broke, and brother feel like he gotta fix it
So he loading up from straps, bout to hit it where they kick it
Got a first class ticket to the pen
Seventeen years old but up in that they all men
It's just another day, one come out, another go in
It's hard out here, you can't even trust yo friends
They'll have a nigger set up, whatever by the curb
It's every man for self, oh you ain't heard
I'm a motherfuckin' Hogg, survive through it all
Stand up tall, we don't fall, No
I been shot at but ain't been shot
Been in plenty fight but ain't been drop
Always came out on top like a hard knock

JDawg
Straight up
Yeah, these tattoo tears cover my face
My momma got mad at first but shit she know she may
I'm a G you gotta pray for me, it is what it is
Why these niggers out here playing, Man this really my fear?
What'cha know about them late nights, no lights and no food?
No diapers for the babies the house smell like booboo
Think of what'chu would do what I tell ya what I does
Walk straight up off the porch, now the Camus begun
My big brother on lock, so I starve his gut
He gon' lead to where he at, I been in the going stuff for crack and that
Big homie knew I had it on my mind
He ain't like it but it right that run it through my bloodline
He knew what he decline and what goin' be hard for me to find
So he choose to put me down, and I got up on my grind
The dawgz and you hoes say I'm glorifying crack
My momma lights off, the whole house pitch black, bitch!
Straight up

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[Slim Thug:]
Slim Thugga, Muthafucker!

Now welcome to the city of game, piece of chains and swangs
Pop trunk and bang, yeah I'm still here mayne
Born and raised on the stead block, braids no dreadlocks
Married to the hood me and Sunnywood wedlock
Niggas way my home, I'm an outside veteran
Reppin' H-Town, smokin' sippin' on some medicine
That ain't nobody better than the boss when I floss
It's Slim Thugga Muthafuckers, still breakin' boys off.

[Chamillionaire:]
Hmm, got plenty cheese, plenty carats and you lookin' like some caterers
And it's lookin' like you haters and you fakes is immatatin' us
Shadied up, bradied up and I bet that trunk you bladed up
Bet you still crawlin' on 4's, so they ain't phasin' us
In the hood I'm a grinder, wood on the vinyl
TV VCR I'm layed back wit ya mama
You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind
Top off the drop still listen in the summer.

[Hook:]
Still, still breakin' boys off
Hmm, candy painted with the glass you can hate but that's the way a player floss
Still breakin' boys off
Hmm, gettin' money's what I'm bout, I'm a get it while these hater's just talk
Still breakin' boys off
Hmm, gotta do it for the north, got to do it for my hustler's in the south
Still breakin' boys off, boys off
Sill breakin' boys off
And when I do it I'm a do it like a boss
Still breakin' boys off.

[Mike Jones:]
Mike Jones!
I'm still representin' H-Town the city of the candy
They see me with alot of cars, but they don't understand it
They said they never see you boy, out here gettin' his grind on
Platinum finna take your pick I gettin' my shine on
I sold 2 million records now my paper on swoll
Now the mayor of the city, top down when I roll
H-Town, home of the candy paint
Home of the 84's and 4's and the purple drank.

[Bun B:]
Yeah, it's the city that's slowed, the city that's throwed
The city where them boys flip the candy painted lows
The city where they blow big killer and stay blowed
Hustlin' ass D-boys got the game sold
Where they sip that drank and drip that paint
And drop that top and grip that grain (hold up)
6-10-I-10-59-45 and the Belt
This Clutch City where we play what we dealt
Welcome my H-Town.

[Hook: Chamillionaire]
Still, still breakin' boys off
Hmm, candy painted with the glass you can hate but that's the way a player floss
Still breakin' boys off
Hmm, gettin' money's what I'm bout, I'm a get it while these hater's just talk
Still breakin' boys off
Hmm, gotta do it for the north, got to do it for my hustler's in the south
Still breakin' boys off, boys off
Sill breakin' boys off
And when I do it I'm a do it like a boss
Still breakin' boys off.

[Paul Wall:]
This town's my home it's where I do my dirt
Where the gangsta's smoke water, we drank stains on the shirt
We ride swangin' chop blazed just to break boys off
From South Park to the Southwest all the way to that nouf
I'm talkin' 10th wheel and Crawfordale and Greenspoint too
From Denport Harvard to West Airport all the way to Channelview
We steady bangin' on this screw, it's choppin' like Kung-Fu
Hit me on the 8-3-2, it's Paul Wall what it do.

[Yung Redd:]
Nomtombout?
Purple so muddy I can barely even drive
I'm blowin' down trees like a Category 5
Southside of H-Town or on the sunny side
I could walk these street if I was blind. Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Yung Redd, take you out the future
Stars imitate swear to God work the chilla
Robert David, Fat Pat, this for you
To my homie Big Hawk, I salute
Mayne!

[Hook: Chamillionaire]
Still, still breakin' boys off
Hmm, candy painted with the glass you can hate but that's the way a player floss
Still breakin' boys off
Hmm, gettin' money's what I'm bout, I'm a get it while these hater's just talk
Still breakin' boys off
Hmm, gotta do it for the north, got to do it for my hustler's in the south
Still breakin' boys off, boys off
Sill breakin' boys off
And when I do it I'm a do it like a boss
Still breakin' boys off.

[Lil Keke:]
H O to the U.S. T.O. to the N
God blessed me with the million dollar Benz
See the grind money gangsta's with they hand in the air
That Sunnyside in South Park I was raised out there
This is H-Town, screwed up and slowed down
It's all love homey, keep rollin' up the whole pound
Pull up in the monster just look at him hidin'
Don Ke heart of the south, slab ridin'.

[Z-Ro:]
H.O.U.S.T.O.N. T.E.X.A.S.
We gon' get it and come back with it until we take our last breath
From the city where our stadiums drop the top
Z-Ro the Crooked, my ghetto ass is good at any hood, any block they got
The white cup is for the codiene and the cigarello is for the kush
If you want it we got it cause there's not a product that we don't push
We used to be the dirty south, now we so dirty we sip lean
So homey you must be touchin' it, roll if you don't feel me.

[Hook: Chamillionaire]
Still, still breakin' boys off
Hmm, candy painted with the glass you can hate but that's the way a player floss
Still breakin' boys off
Hmm, gettin' money's what I'm bout, I'm a get it while these hater's just talk
Still breakin' boys off
Hmm, gotta do it for the north, got to do it for my hustler's in the south
Still breakin' boys off, boys off
Sill breakin' boys off
And when I do it I'm a do it like a boss
Still breakin' boys off.

[Mike D:]
Welcome to H-Town, this 3rd Ward talkin'
Comin' down the slab like the fo's crip walkin'
Together we stand, divided we fall, yeah
North and the south together we ball
Fuck that, nigga it's a H-Town thing
Let me see you touch the sky if your feeling me mayne
It's Boss Hogg Kyleon, nigga that Mike D
The drank man daddy, you know where to find me.

[Big Pokey:]
State to state dawg, I got 'em jockin' the kid
6 backin' out the drive away, droppin' the wig
Y'all know we do it big, like a freight...
Got stashes full of cash where I keep the money hid
Fresh to death homey, how I came in the do'
Prada shades on, smellin' like a swanger or dro
Put'cha H'es up, represent cha city bro
Counting money, iced out, like I'm in a video.

[Hook: Chamillionaire]
Still, still breakin' boys off
Hmm, candy painted with the glass you can hate but that's the way a player floss
Still breakin' boys off
Hmm, gettin' money's what I'm bout, I'm a get it while these hater's just talk
Still breakin' boys off
Hmm, gotta do it for the north, got to do it for my hustler's in the south
Still breakin' boys off, boys off
Sill breakin' boys off
And when I do it I'm a do it like a boss
Still breakin' boys off.

[Rob G:]
Southwest put'cha dubs up baby, let's go!
Now welcome to the place I love, place I was, raised to be a G
It's straight hang with thugs, jam my music slow and hold my H's up
Southwest swat I know the real dudes and move birdies
I go to school early, baby blue Moon jersey
Ridin' around, southwest side of my town
Still Reppin' My Block, How Your Likin' Me Now
It's from Sharpstown, Braeswood to Alief, black and west stack
Paper together we stay deep it's all...

[Trae:]
Yeah!
King Of The Streets and I'm rollin' round Houston ridin' 4's
Boys better chill for this throw-away leave they curtains closed
I ridin' slab but I'm tippin' it like a platinum rose
Soon as I make the doors presidental when they decide to close
They want the Don to tell the haters that I got it locked
I shoot em up the west so whenever all the way to the top
I'm so hood it be the Truth, definition of me
Ain't no way your speakers bout the H, without mentionin' me
We the truth, nigga!

[Hook: Chamillionaire]
Still, still breakin' boys off
Hmm, candy painted with the glass you can hate but that's the way a player floss
Still breakin' boys off
Hmm, gettin' money's what I'm bout, I'm a get it while these hater's just talk
Still breakin' boys off
Hmm, gotta do it for the north, got to do it for my hustler's in the south
Still breakin' boys off, boys off
Sill breakin' boys off
And when I do it I'm a do it like a boss
Still breakin' boys off.

[Lil O:]
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!
Ayyo I'm from H-Town, southwest stop drop and roll
If I chunk the dub up, the whole hood Rock 'N' Roll
Braeswood, Woolfair, Clear Creek, Spice Lane
West Bellfort, Fondren, Airport, Sandpiper, stack change
I'm so H-Town there's codeine in my blood
And I'm a shouted down a war with the meanest of thugs
And you ain't never gotta ask if there's lean in my cup
I'm a triple O.G. S.U.C. Nigga what?

[Pimp C:]
Naw I'm from Port Arthur, Texas, 90 miles away
For the last 15 years, I been reppin' my state
I knew the real D.J. Screw sip grape by the case
8's over ice straight product of the H
Southside, I never was no big socializer
With Bun you can talk, I fuck with the boss
Like Thug and Prince Civy or Rome or Wrice
This game a pie I want it all so give me a slice.

[Hook: Chamillionaire]
Still, still breakin' boys off
Hmm, candy painted with the glass you can hate but that's the way a player floss
Still breakin' boys off
Hmm, gettin' money's what I'm bout, I'm a get it while these hater's just talk
Still breakin' boys off
Hmm, gotta do it for the north, got to do it for my hustler's in the south
Still breakin' boys off, boys off
Sill breakin' boys off
And when I do it I'm a do it like a boss
Still breakin' boys off.

[No lyrics]