k**a Kyleon - Thicka Than Water Flow lyrics

(*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]