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[Slim Thug] Guess who's back again, here to wreck the track again I split flames, and leave haters blacker than a African Guess who's back again, here to wreck the track again I split flames, and leave haters blacker than a African Guess who's back again, here to wreck the track again I split flames, and leave haters blacker than a African When I attack I win, ain't no draws in this You hearing it out the Boss Hogg, ain't no flaws in this You bitch niggas got me pissed, trying to slander my name Trying to cut a nigga wrist, after I hand you the game Y'all some five percent homies, three bitch ass phonies I guess I gotta show the world, that y'all ain't got nothing on me You think you the Northstar, bitch you ain't the Northstar You disappeared off the earth, fell off by far He don't even got a car, just a white cup of bar A one and a two liter, you ain't no block bleeder I'm talking bout that little sorry hoe, named Lil Mario When I left the house, I wanted to see just how far he'd go Nowhere ain't shit changed, since back in the game He's still broke with no hope, and I guess I'm to blame, ha [Hook] Guess who's bizack, back and stacking that do' Getting green, is all we know I won't leave my gat, gat in my lap when I roll SongtexteTry to jack, and get your bitch ass froze [Slim Thug] And who was this other cat, still scoring fifty packs He 26 but selling dope in the bricks, since way back I think they call him Black Mario, or Snake Skin I don't even know this nigga, but I heard him hating I am the Kappa, I heard you on the twelve tracks Slim Thug you ain't no thug, I'll lay you flat on your back Off top boy you wack, drop your pen and your pad Everybody can't rap fa real, you sound bad Why the fuck you hating on me, you don't know me nigga How you gon say I'm a fraud, when you don't know me nigga I understand your pain, trying to get you some fans And the quickest way to blow up, is to hate on the man I guess you wanted some attention, I can help you with that But all attention ain't good, that's where you fucked up black For the record nigga I'm grown, I don't fight no more I got niggas on payroll, that stay ready for war Trying to come up on my name, you should of knew better Next time you hating on me, nigga do better Bring on some competition, when you get to dissing Take notes on this lesson, haters please listen [Scarface] It's a new game board, let me give you the rules Get out of line, and I'm gon give you the blues - 2x [Slim Thug] Last but not least, talking down on the streets It's my H J-Dog, you probably broke the peace Out of em all, this the one that hurt the worst I'm ashamed, but I gotta let my pain disperse My nigga, at least I use to think so I tried to help him but the nigga, sent me on a blank roll Gave me a lot of sad stories, that came and went God damn, how many times I paid your mama's rent How many big faces I spent, trying to keep you out of trouble I had your back through it all, cause nigga I loved you Come to find out, all those sad stories was lies I got my peace back, and no longer answered your cries Think about it, all the bread I gave you nigga You fucked over the one nigga, that tried to save you nigga And you spent all that shit, getting high on fry sticks You still hitting licks, and still ain't got shit, ha [Hook] Aus Songtexte Mania