[Slim Thug]
I spit hits like a jukebox, stay thugged out like 2Pac
Everytime something new drop, it's G %#@! not hip-hop

I speak for those who rip glocks, and leave these haters lips locked
My underground sell mo' than your, real album ship out
My underground sell mo' than your, real album ship out

My underground sell mo' than your, real album ship out
Slow down or sped up, I'll make you bob your head up
Hustle till you fed up, tell you stack your bread up

Falling off you'll never see, Slim got long jeopardy
Real hits what you get from me, me and Watts like family
And I be damned if we can't do our job, and make you bob

I'm signing c.d.'s for you, your niece and your Uncle Rob
Saying stay down, jam everything we lay down
If I can't drive to your town, I'll send this %#@! through Greyhound


[scratching]
send this %#@! through Greyhound

send this %#@! through Greyhound

Got boys from Kansas, hollin' bout how they jam this

From Germany to Japan, they can't understand this
This ain't no local %#@!, we worldwide (*##$
Got Swishahouse and Boss Hogg, in your ride trick

They wanna drop like us, and stack a knot like us
Can't pay they bills with they skills, so they copy us
Some trendsetters, some go-getters

Use to be down but %#@!, now they bootleggers

[scratching]

Now they-now they bootleggers
Now they-now they bootleggers


Hating on my profit, digging in my pocket
And I'ma do what it take, to make sure you stop it
See I got bills to pay, and plenty meals to make

And if you in my way, the AK'll spray
I make a G a day, sometimes three a day
That's times 3-65, now y'all see my pay

That's last year, next year me and E album dropping
So Northside and Southside, it's time to do some shopping