(feat. Sir Daily, Doodie)

[talking]

Who the $#&@ these ^!$$%z talking to man
These ^!$$%z talking down on me mayn
Man, let me wreck this lil' midget $$# ^!$$%

Don't one of them hoe $$# ^!$$%z got a skin disease
Or something mayn, man I'm fin to tear they
Whole mother$#&@ing label up

This the Boss Slim Thugger baby, hit em up
$#&@ em ha, shouldn't of $#&@ed with me boy


[Slim Thug]
First I'll $#&@ Lil Yo, and the label you claim
You (*##$ made gay ^!$$%, I gave you the game

You only got some street fame, cause you was rolling with me
Trying to follow the footsteps, of Slim T-H-U-G
And all along, I use to think I did something wrong

But $#&@ that, some ^!$$%z just belong in thoughts
Talking bout a ^!$$% left you, (*##$ you ain't my girlfriend
If I didn't, I'd be in the same position you in

He say he moved up out the hood, is that what he think
He moved a half a mile up the street, on Gulfbank
You still staying with your mama, how you call yourself a rapper

If you acting like you broke, you's a hell of a actor
Who the $#&@ you think you are, (*##$ I'm the Northstar
Your whole record label, can't $#&@ with me by far

Mother$#&@ a Black Mario, that's your G
You 26 selling dope, but can't move OZ
J Dogg you ain't a Hogg, so I stripped off your title

Waterhead $$# ^!$$%, is Pookie your idol
You on some dope fiend %#@!, stop begging me for money
Go get a ride Lil Yo, and tell him give you something dummy

You fell off, whole label getting wrecked by the Boss
Northstar and Stomp Down, just took another loss
Before I quit, I can't forget about that other (*##$

$#&@ A.D., and that bootlegging (*##$ Pic
That's some bull%#@! talking, super weak $$# ^!$$%z
Telling lies, everytime you try to speak trash ^!$$%

Gotta bootleg my c.d.'s, cause y'all %#@! don't sell
Wanna battle with the Boss, all you (*##$ ^!$$%z fail, I hit em up


[Hook]
Leave the North, when you see the Boss
Get broke off, when you see the Boss

Try to do me, but they far from ready
Northstar and Big Ballin', ain't got no feddy, I hit em up
Close your mouth, when you see the Boss

Change your route, when you see the Boss
Try to do me, but they far from ready
Northstar and Big Ballin', ain't got no feddy, I hit em up


[talking]
That's how you spose' to hit a mother$#&@er up Lil Yo

You ^!$$%z getting on tracks like this, you gotta get ready
You know I'm saying, and Big Pic
I'ma let my lil' dogs, ride on your hoe $$#


[Doodie]
Get out the way Slim, get out the way Slim

And let me, address this (*##$
They keep talking bull%#@!, I pack bullets that flip
Into a big (*##$, by the name of Big Pic

Making this a rap again, quick to snatch another win
Let's see the %#@! you talk, with a nine under your chin
Your kin wanna sin, your mouth got you in trouble

Healthy zig-zag, trash $$# mother$#&@er
I speak and don't stutter, never biting my tongue
Street sweeping your crumbs, leaving holes in your lungs

Dropping bombs like Viet, I done peeped you ^!$$%
Southpaw that's raw, while I'm sleeping ^!$$%
Steady chasing big figgas, while your (*##$ $$# knock me

Don't steal my style, cause you known to copy
It's about to get sloppy, you can't $#&@ with me
Let the game go, so we can rest in peace

You keep $#&@ing with me, you in peace with the rest
Releasing my tech, because you got a hole in your chest
You're whining about these checks, all you game is garbage
Treat your rap like %#@!, flush it down the toilet
Who the hell done farted, oh that's Pic's bull%#@!

(*##$ suck more dick, then a !@$^o flick
I'm a !@$)got you wish, ^!$$% place your bids
I'm about to do you dirty, like R. Kelly do kids
One minute my nig', the Big Ballin' done got bucked
Big mouth done got shut, it's Doodie I hit em up


[talking]
Ha, now y'all tell me who won
They see me, they run ha


[Sir Daily]
Fa sho Slim, Sir Daily make these ^!$$%z retire
Whining $$# cry babies, need to have pacifiers
Grown men acting like kids, jealous and %#@!
But if you cross us in the streets, we putting lead in your !@$%

Hundred rounds spit buckers, ain't no testing the tougher
Watts stuck you like a #~!!@, so who's next to $#&@ you
Sir Daily a crash dummy, you a liar that's false
Any ^!$$% believe in that, must be sniffing that soft
I go off at anytime, ain't no stealing my shine
Hoe $$# ^!$$% wanna hate, cause they feeling my rhymes

I never apologize, to the day that I die
And when I die I'ma be gangsta, with no tears in my eyes
From the cradle to the grave, we stay be gangsta ways
With the Boss Slim stays, cutting paving the way
Ain't never known to play, you out of line and out of touch
Everytime them Outlaws touch the mic, you get crushed
You a $#&@er boy thoed, ^!$$% bleeding red blood

You will never hear him say, Sir Daily got hugged
Cause I go hard ^!$$%, no fraud ^!$$%
I'm the dealer with the deck, here's your hoe card ^!$$%, hit em up