| Fuck Northstar, you old bitch ass, midget ass nigga
|
| Get off my motherfucking dick, fuck Big Ballin
|
| You old bootlegging, old weak ass, trash ass, hoe ass niggas
|
| (y'all) you niggas fell off (niggas)
|
| My niggas run the North (are)
|
| You can’t fuck with the Boss
|
| (trash) here come another loss
|
| 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 niggas 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 fuck it, I won’t lose my respect
|
| The more I start getting checks, the more they start having plex
|
| They do this shit 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 niggas still broke, Street Fame still won’t get sold
|
| They the definition of weak, not the definition of thoed
|
| And to that other big bitch, by the name of Big Pic
|
| He certified garbage, you can’t fuck 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
|
| Bitch we raw, whether you believe it or not
|
| Come in my face with that plex, and you won’t leave back out
|
| (*talking*)
|
| Old bitch ass nigga, you gon have to graduate
|
| A couple of mo’classes to fuck with me, ha Correct me if I’m wrong, anywhere in this song
|
| The same nigga who stole your cash, is who’s c.d. |
| you on What happened to I made them niggas, and they stole from me You never was acting, nigga 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 nigga a bitch
|
| 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 niggas corner, while I was talking to 50/50
|
| If you wanted me so bad, why the fuck you ain’t get me
|
| Y’all look dead in my face, saw me in broad day
|
| When I got behind you niggas car, you went the other way
|
| Talking bout you gon hurt me, what your hurter broke
|
| Last time I saw Big Pic, that bitch spoke
|
| And North lying, trying to blame everything on chop
|
| Bitch 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 ass nigga, comb your nappy ass hair
|
| You shop in the boys section, wear cartoon underwear
|
| Don’t make me tie your dirty ass 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 Bullshit bitch, your O.G. |
| is me Call me O.G. |
| Slim Thug, bitch ass nigga
|
| I might be young, but bitch I’m a rich ass nigga
|
| And I’ma keep dogging your hoe ass, till you apologize
|
| And squash all this shit, like the rest of you guys, hoe |