(feat. Sir Daily, Doodie) 
[Talking:] 
Who the fuck these niggaz talking to man 
These niggaz talking down on me mayn 
Man, let me wreck this lil' midget ass nigga 
Don't one of them hoe ass niggaz got a skin disease 
Or something mayn, man I'm fin to tear they 
Whole motherfucking label up 
This the Boss Slim Thugger baby, hit em up 
Fuck em ha, shouldn't of fucked with me boy 
 
[Slim Thug] 
First I'll fuck Lil Yo, and the label you claim 
You bitch made gay nigga, I gave you the game 
You only got some street fame, cause you was rolling with me 
Trying to follow the footsteps, of Slim T-H-U-G 
And all along, I use to think I did something wrong 
But fuck that, some niggaz just belong in thoughts 
Talking bout a nigga left you, bitch you ain't my girlfriend 
If I didn't, I'd be in the same position you in 
He say he moved up out the hood, is that what he think 
He moved a half a mile up the street, on Gulfbank 
You still staying with your mama, how you call yourself a rapper 
If you acting like you broke, you's a hell of a actor 
Who the fuck you think you are, bitch I'm the Northstar 
Your whole record label, can't fuck with me by far 
Motherfuck a Black Mario, that's your G 
You 26 selling dope, but can't move OZ 
J Dogg you ain't a Hogg, so I stripped off your title 
Waterhead ass nigga, is Pookie your idol 
You on some dope fiend shit, stop begging me for money 
Go get a ride Lil Yo, and tell him give you something dummy 
You fell off, whole label getting wrecked by the Boss 
Northstar and Stomp Down, just took another loss 
Before I quit, I can't forget about that other bitch 
Fuck A.D., and that bootlegging bitch Pic 
That's some bullshit talking, super weak ass niggaz 
Telling lies, everytime you try to speak trash nigga 
Gotta bootleg my c.d.'s, cause y'all shit don't sell 
Wanna battle with the Boss, all you bitch niggaz fail, I hit em up 
 
[Hook] 
Leave the North, when you see the Boss 
Get broke off, when you see the Boss 
Try to do me, but they far from ready 
Northstar and Big Ballin', ain't got no feddy, I hit em up 
Close your mouth, when you see the Boss 
Change your route, when you see the Boss 
Try to do me, but they far from ready 
Northstar and Big Ballin', ain't got no feddy, I hit em up 
 
[Talking:] 
That's how you spose' to hit a motherfucker up Lil Yo 
You niggaz getting on tracks like this, you gotta get ready 
You know I'm saying, and Big Pic 
I'ma let my lil' dogs, ride on your hoe ass 
 
[Doodie] 
Get out the way Slim, get out the way Slim 
And let me, address this bitch 
They keep talking bullshit, I pack bullets that flip 
Into a big bitch, by the name of Big Pic 
Making this a rap again, quick to snatch another win 
Let's see the shit you talk, with a nine under your chin 
Your kin wanna sin, your mouth got you in trouble 
Healthy zig-zag, trash ass motherfucker 
I speak and don't stutter, never biting my tongue 
Street sweeping your crumbs, leaving holes in your lungs 
Dropping bombs like Viet, I done peeped you nigga 
Southpaw that's raw, while I'm sleeping nigga 
Steady chasing big figgas, while your bitch ass knock me 
Don't steal my style, cause you known to copy 
It's about to get sloppy, you can't fuck with me 
Let the game go, so we can rest in peace 
You keep fucking with me, you in peace with the rest 
Releasing my tech, because you got a hole in your chest 
You're whining about these checks, all you game is garbage 
Treat your rap like shit, flush it down the toilet 
Who the hell done farted, oh that's Pic's bullshit 
Bitch suck more dick, then a porno flick 
I'm a faggot you wish, nigga place your bids 
I'm about to do you dirty, like R. Kelly do kids 
One minute my nig', the Big Ballin' done got bucked 
Big mouth done got shut, it's Doodie I hit em up 
 
[Talking:] 
Ha, now y'all tell me who won 
They see me, they run ha 
 
[Sir Daily] 
Fa sho Slim, Sir Daily make these niggaz retire 
Whining ass cry babies, need to have pacifiers 
Grown men acting like kids, jealous and shit 
But if you cross us in the streets, we putting lead in your clit 
Hundred rounds spit buckers, ain't no testing the tougher 
Watts stuck you like a pussy, so who's next to fuck you 
Sir Daily a crash dummy, you a liar that's false 
Any nigga believe in that, must be sniffing that soft 
I go off at anytime, ain't no stealing my shine 
Hoe ass nigga wanna hate, cause they feeling my rhymes 
I never apologize, to the day that I die 
And when I die I'ma be gangsta, with no tears in my eyes 
From the cradle to the grave, we stay be gangsta ways 
With the Boss Slim stays, cutting paving the way 
Ain't never known to play, you out of line and out of touch 
Everytime them Outlaws touch the mic, you get crushed 
You a fucker boy thoed, nigga bleeding red blood 
You will never hear him say, Sir Daily got hugged 
Cause I go hard nigga, no fraud nigga 
I'm the dealer with the deck, here's your hoe card nigga, hit em up
					 
					 
					
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