Yep, I need a top boss (*##$ in my factory, ya heard me, my boss (*##$


They say dat we was of tha same kind & ain't lyin'
But at dat time I did %#@! to $#&@ ya like you was mine
Turn tha ghetto (*##$ boss & let her floss

It don't make dollars it don't make sense dat #~!!@ cost
Break it off & when you get it brang it to me
Split it down tha middle, you get 2 I get 3

I wouldn't call it pimpin', they thank pimpin' played out
Still tha same cept Soulja Slim %#@! layed out
Put cha on your feet to keep ya neat, ^!$$% speak

Not only dat she make a ^!$$% wanna eat
^!$$% tweak for a big booty & a smile
Might hurt me later on but don't hurt now

Sendin' good #~!!@ on this mission to $#&@ this faker
Figure maker, perpatraitor, a soulja hater
Thank he boss cause he $#&@in' my ghetto hoe

But I'm off in his baby momma & tha ^!$$% never know
An I'm slick side doggin' it at random
Met her at Bayou Classic, when Southern played Gramblin'

She was pushin' yo Expedition, tell me if I'm wrong?
Tha (*##$ tinted, grill fitted, sittin' on chrome
Followed me home in yo %#@!, tore tha #~!!@ up

Bust a nut, left a soulja rag in tha truck
remember dat, dat was me, actually
I did it on G-P for tha dog ^!$$% up in me



All hoes get layed, boss (*##$es get paid

I see somethin' in ya, we can blow up like tha world trade
Slang dat $$#, make dat cash, brang it back to me
You be tha top boss (*##$ up in my factory



Now back to my hoe I lie to, said I die for,

My whole life I thank I cried enough
Still hype enough to keep my paper steady comin'
Heads up, where they at? I hear 'em drummin'

I'm hotter than tha gun dat killed Martin Luther King
That why tha $#&@ I can't floss on Narizen
Dat light green sticky sticky got my vision blurry

Head buried underground, feel like I smoked a pound
Shake down, give it up, drop it like it's hot
Me & tha Bossalinie close & open up shop

It's understood dat you ain't nothin' but my boss (*##$
Double cross me get cha head knocked off (*##$
To tha river ya go buck naked wit out no clothes

Bullet lodged to ya dome, bust open $$#hole
Disrespect tha code get ya self $#&@ed over
Got cha pysched all tha way out there behind Soulja

I played them hoes, I'm a cold blooded $$# ^!$$%
I done it to ya girl, look here don't get mad ^!$$%
I done dat bad ^!$$% but $#&@ you know what's happ'n

I lay ya down, I'm a dog here besides rappin'