Slim Thug - Who They Talkin 2 lyrics

(Slim Thug) Guess who's back again, here to wreck the track again I split flames, and leave haters blacker than a African Guess who's back again, here to wreck the track again I split flames, and leave haters blacker than a African Guess who's back again, here to wreck the track again I split flames, and leave haters blacker than a African When I attack I win, ain't no draws in this You hearing it out the Boss Hogg, ain't no flaws in this You b**h n***as got me pissed, trying to slander my name Trying to cut a n***a wrist, after I hand you the game Y'all some five percent homies, three b**h a** phonies I guess I gotta show the world, that y'all ain't got nothing on me You think you the Northstar, b**h you ain't the Northstar You disappeared off the earth, fell off by far He don't even got a car, just a white cup of bar A one and a two liter, you ain't no block bleeder I'm talking bout that little sorry hoe, named Lil Mario When I left the house, I wanted to see just how far he'd go Nowhere ain't sh** changed, since back in the game He's still broke with no hope, and I guess I'm to blame, ha (Hook) Guess who's bizack, back and stacking that do' Getting green, is all we know I won't leave my gat, gat in my lap when I roll Try to jack, and get your b**h a** froze (Slim Thug) And who was this other cat, still scoring fifty packs He 26 but selling dope in the bricks, since way back I think they call him Black Mario, or Snake Skin I don't even know this n***a, but I heard him hating I am the Kappa, I heard you on the twelve tracks Slim Thug you ain't no thug, I'll lay you flat on your back Off top boy you wack, drop your pen and your pad-a