(*talking*)
G'eah Slim Thugger, k**a Kyleon mayn
b**h a** n***as, need to close they motherf**ing mouth k**a
[Slim Thug]
The big Boss here to set it off, lay on your flo's
Before we co*k these 4-4's, and blow your brain out your nose
I'm tired of talking to you rappers, you dudes is trans-s**
Trying to make a n***a guess, with your down low plex
Don't sing it n***a bring it, let's gon get it on
Matter fact f** all that, say my name in your songs
You punks is emcees, don't battle with real G's
You ain't heard n***as is broke, they k**ing for small fees
My k**ers got kids to feed, I fulfill they needs
And drop em a couple thee, to make your b**h a** bleed
I don't like having problems, so I solve em quick
So I bust a tech nine, till the b**h won't click
The click I'm with is made n***as, 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 sh** stick to the Boss
But these sticky green sticks, that I stick in my mouth
You think you f**ing with my folks, ha-ha you got jokes
Talking bout you got dope, you b**h n***as is broke
You frauds don't even smoke, please stop your lying
Befo' you get in some real sh**, and n***as start dying
And these bullets start flying, at your mama home
Keep busting towards your dome, until all my drama gone
[Hook - 2x]
Boss Hogg Familia, (thicker than water)
Black talons got em leaking sh**, (thicker than water)
Promethazine got the Sprite mix, (thicker than water)
Slim Thug, k**a Kyleon n***as not we
[Kyleon]
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 k**ers, 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' sh**, 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 n***a
[Hook]