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[gun shots] [talking] 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 [Hook] (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 [Slim Thug] 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 SongtexteThat 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 [Hook] [talking] Old bitch ass nigga, you gon have to graduate A couple of mo' classes to fuck with me, ha [Hook] [Slim Thug] 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 Aus Songtexte Mania