| Somebody’s burning close to the ground
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| I ain’t gon panic, I’ve been here before
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| But I ain’t gon lay down, naw naw you sucker
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| I ain’t gon lay down, (*laughing*)
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| It’s the return, of the young boss
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| None other than the young Slim Thugger, bout to break them boys off
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| Spread the word I got plex
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| I’m destroying these hating niggas, who got next
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| I’m bout to clear the set like Lil' Wayne, for disrespecting my game
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| Your one second of fame, killed your whole career mayn
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| You niggas oughtta be ashamed, talking down on me
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| But you’re cutthroat, that’s why you turned around on me
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| Phony homies, you haters ain’t got shit on me
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| You haters went left on me, so I left you by your lonely
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| I did that, and never took a second look back
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| You haters can’t go, when the key be off track
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| But fuck that, I had to separate myself
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| And ever since I did that, I’ve been making my wealth
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| Feel bad for your health, if you ain’t on my team
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| Y’all ain’t packing what it’s gon take, to make this green
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| I wish y’all realize, what it takes to make this do'
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| There’s no motherfucking way that I, can show you how we roll
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| I wish y’all realize, what it takes to make this green
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| Moves I’m making with my team, so simple as it seems
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| That’s gangsta for ya, gangsta for ya.
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| Get your money nigga, don’t be a dummy nigga
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| Stop hating and watching me, get your own figgas
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| From me to you, while we making these c.d.'s
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| It’s gon help your record sales, more than it help me
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| They gon bang mine regardless, you niggas is garbage
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| But y’all buy this shit too, so you see the hardest
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| He got 21 niggas, featured on his shit
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| It’s all Mr. Slim Thug, spitting out these hits
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| I’m The Boss, enough said bobbing boys head
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| From the brick to the stead, Slim Thug go FED
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| I’m done bread my nigga, I was raised to get paid
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| And green sheets of paper, was made to get made
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| All day everyday, I stay about it
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| If I ain’t a real hustler, then how the fuck a nigga got it, ha
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| Ricky Lake fake nigga, kill all that talking
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| And get your mama out the hood, and stand tall when you walking
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| (*talking*)
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| When you suckers gon realize
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| That ain’t nobody crooked where I’m at man
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| I earned all this here, grind for this shit
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| It ain’t easy as it look baby
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| You gotta have skills, and you gotta have hustle
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| You know I’m saying, you niggas lacking both
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| So shit, I suggest y’all just get a
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| Motherfucking job or something, Slim Thugger
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| Bossman, get off my piece nigga, ha |