[gun shots]

[talking]

$#&@ Northstar, you old (*##$ $$#, midget $$# ^!$$%
Get off my mother$#&@ing dick, $#&@ Big Ballin
You old bootlegging, old weak $$#, trash $$#, hoe $$# ^!$$%s


[Hook]
(y'all) you ^!$$%s fell off (^!$$%s)

My ^!$$%s run the North (are)
You can't $#&@ with the Boss
(trash) here come another loss


[Slim Thug]
Brace yourself, for the main event from the Boss

Every hater that cross the Boss, gon get crossed out
Another loss on they record, them broke ^!$$%s insane
Y'all need to get together, and be the We Hate Slim Thug gang

Talking down on my name, so I'm punishing fools
I understand why y'all hating, y'all got nothing to lose
I got a lot to lose but $#&@ it, I won't lose my respect

The more I start getting checks, the more they start having plex
They do this %#@! to sell records, everybody telling me
They might get a lil money, but not more than me

Like Roy Jones and Hopkins, ain't no 60-40 deal
I'm getting 90 they get 10, and gotta split it still
That mean these ^!$$%s still broke, Street Fame still won't get sold

They the definition of weak, not the definition of thoed
And to that other big (*##$, by the name of Big Pic
He certified garbage, you can't $#&@ with me trick

(ready, aim, fire), I'm bout make these haters retire
Get a job at Mcdonalds, dick suckers for hire
Boss Hogg and PIE, we running these streets

Got beef, my heat'll have you run in the streets
Calling police saying laws, come get them Outlaws
They left me in the desert, in nothing but my draws

(*##$ we raw, whether you believe it or not
Come in my face with that plex, and you won't leave back out


[Hook]

[talking]

Old (*##$ $$# ^!$$%, you gon have to graduate
A couple of mo' classes to $#&@ with me, ha


[Hook]

[Slim Thug]

Correct me if I'm wrong, anywhere in this song
The same ^!$$% who stole your cash, is who's c.d. you on
What happened to I made them ^!$$%s, and they stole from me

You never was acting, ^!$$% you is funny
I peeped your gay ways, way back in the days
Hiding in Austin you cried, and wouldn't rap on stage

All your fans was like man, this lil ^!$$% a (*##$
When he can't get his way, he quick to pitch a fit
I'ma do this I'ma do that, well what's stopping you Yo

I saw you and Young Cappo, at the corner sto'
On you ^!$$%s corner, while I was talking to 50/50
If you wanted me so bad, why the $#&@ you ain't get me

Y'all look dead in my face, saw me in broad day
When I got behind you ^!$$%s car, you went the other way
Talking bout you gon hurt me, what your hurter broke

Last time I saw Big Pic, that (*##$ spoke
And North lying, trying to blame everything on chop
(*##$ I know you bootlegging, let the lies stop

You don't sell enough c.d.'s, to buy you a car
Help Lil' Yo bootleg, so he can get a Northstar
You hollin' bring it to the ring, like you can knock me out

While you standing straight up, I'll stick my dick in your mouth
Midget $$# ^!$$%, comb your nappy $$# hair
You shop in the boys section, wear cartoon underwear

Don't make me tie your dirty $$# up, and give you a bath
You looking like a lil dope fiend, out on the Ave
Talking bout I'm trying to plea barging, with your O.G

Bull%#@! (*##$, your O.G. is me
Call me O.G. Slim Thug, (*##$ $$# ^!$$%
I might be young, but (*##$ I'm a rich $$# ^!$$%
And I'ma keep dogging your hoe $$#, till you apologize
And squash all this %#@!, like the rest of you guys, hoe