| Slim Thugger, The Bossman, ha
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| I’m bout to start open hands smacking these punks
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| Around mayn, what’s wrong with Big Pic
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| Come to the Boss, ha, they must don’t know who I am
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| Listen, let me tell you
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| Introducing from Houston, Slim Thug the Boss
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| Champion with no loss, known for running his mouth
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| I break em off, back back track for track
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| Try to attack, come on I pack the Mack
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| I shut em down, turn them clown smiles to frowns
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| The quick to get down, when the Boss come around
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| They don’t want it, let me demolish all my opponents
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| They want the Boss crown, but uh Slim Thug own it
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| I’m changing the game, doing this underground thang
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| Ever since I represent this, it ain’t been the same
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| First I pull up on swangs, trunk pop and top drop
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| And next year on 20's, lil' later non-stopping
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| On them Sprewells, I hear a lot of cats rap about it
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| But I’m the only rapper in H-Town, that got it
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| I speak the truth, everytime I touch the booth
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| And I ain’t drop a solo yet, cause I ain’t hurt the loot, hatas
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| (*talking*)
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| Getting this money baby, know I’m saying
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| A lot of people against me, cause they see a young
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| Playa getting his shine on, getting his grind on
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| Know I’m saying, doing what he wanna do
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| But that go with the territory, you know I’m saying
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| Young Hogg getting money, Boss Hogg Outlaws
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| Getting paper, that’s why I’m the main subject of these hatas
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| They hate to see me riding Harley’s, sitting on Gators
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| And ask y’all jewelry man, who holding the crown
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| Y’all can get a record deal, I still be holding it down
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| Blow dro pounds, nothing but the best for the Boss
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| 21 years old, in a six bedroom house
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| Hustle-holic, CEO shots I call it
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| If you name it I crawl it, if I want it I bought it
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| I put it in they face, punks should of stayed in they place
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| They done pissed off the Boss, so I’m making em pay
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| Lil' Mario is trash, Big Pic is trash
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| A.D., J-Dawg, Young Capo is trash
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| Lil' Pluck is trash, Northstar is trash
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| Big Ballin is trash, all thanks from the past
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| Haters never been the same, since I left the House
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| Make way for the heavyweight, undisputed Boss
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| (*talking*)
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| People gon talk down, you know I’m saying
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| It’s all about how you handle it
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| Talk all day, see how I’m rolling, ain’t too many
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| Playas out there, doing what I do
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| Y’all might not wanna give me my respect
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| But I’ma take it at all times, feel me
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| I’m feeling like I’m wasting my time, wasting my rhymes
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| Getting crunk with these punks, that ain’t making a dime
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| But they got out of line, when they spoke my name
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| They showed they was real haters, when they spoke my name
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| They must of smoked they brain, thinking they can touch me
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| I know I ain’t the best rapper, but they can’t touch me
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| I won’t go to Jay-Z, and try to hate for fame
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| And I’m like him to them, so I expect the same
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| Lil' Yo you a Robin, you can’t be Batman
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| So sit on the sideline, and just follow my plans
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| I make the rules, break em and I break you fool
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| Call Slim Thug out, and get ready to lose
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| I’ve been in your shoes, and didn’t like the way they fit
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| So I got my mind right, and went got what I get
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| Them dolla signs, focus on yours not mine
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| Y’all can’t touch the Boss, Slim Thug bottom line
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| (*talking*)
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| Really, I do this here for the cash man
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| I ain’t expect this, there’s a couple mo' hundred
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| Thousand in my pocket, you know I’m saying
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| They get out of line, I answer that
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| Boys thought they can call me out, and get away with it
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| Got another thing coming, I’m a man not a woman, for real |