Lyrics:
high puffin Hershey eyes yay high
Mami wanna ride you gotta mace mines
I mean put ya fuckin face by my waistline
Gudda going hard at a bitch
I don't
Nigga we hustlers, we please our customers
Pay me or I'm a bust ya! this is my life!
In the hood we funnel, dough by the bundle
I make a fucking ton
where the wind don't die
We even try to bake the cake or pie
????, bust on by for my niggas incarcerated
Where you gotta do life or get your
[Slim Thug]
Say P, man the other day, boy I'm at the club, mane with this broad or whatever. I walk in, I see her
talkin' to some dude or whatever
this life but God knows now Ive really done it
Meet you at the summit come and run it this Lit crew were runnin this shit
Please slim shady I feel
know times will get hard
I'll pick up your life just abide by the lord
Or ride by the lord
Abide by the lord
Abide by the lord
You bout to get it from
are a real thug, where your sets put 'em up
Your life seem full of hard times, really rough
Put the sad songs to the side, grind and get bucks
Don't eat
on the block I'm from
We tic toc sock knock and we run
All for fun
Just to become the immaculate one
Get you some, better got you some
Gang bangin' lookin' hard
And maybe we can be better friends
Perhaps we'll be closer
Be the thug in your life
Baby, and you'll be my soldier
And I know it takes some time
And you
something about us
I'm O Fresh – let me say salaam
I go James Hard-en, every time I’m on
Bar for bar, they might call me Haram
I rep' H-Town with Slim Thug
the cash so it's hard to knock it
Everybody got they own thang, currency chasin'
Worldwide through the hard times, worrying faces
Shed tears as we bury
the cash so it's hard to knock it
Everybody got they own thang, currency chasin'
Worldwide through the hard times, worryin' faces
Shed tears as we bury
a Thug
To a hard knock nigga that ain't Found love
You a choice when you loving The plug
Get ran down twice tell that Nigga give it Up got my Js on With my
the city top down on the v
Just an ordinary playa pushin all of the P
Real deal trap nigga sellin all the p's
School of hard knocks I got a degree
In my
me and my gang on a map, Stack it up, then we gon' end with filet
I'm on a move, I been livin' my life, I gotta do what it take to get by
I'm in
[Slim Thug]
Say P, man the other day, boy I'm at the club, mane with this broad or whatever. I walk in, I see her
talkin' to some dude or whatever
and fuck, Diana Ross
Shut the fuck up, old bitch! Slim THUG is the BOSS (BOSS)
J. Prince the Godfather, DJ Screw is the King
Bought my dick, a Cadillac,
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
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
Thug Life baby (Thug life)
I'll probably be punished for hard living
Blind to the facts:
Thugs is convicts in God's prison
Hands on the strap
Prayin' so
I be the worst like nick
To all them m.c. thugs
Like them four little kids
And the teacher gettin' plugged
I don't give a fuck style
Tell me
Thug]
Now get crunk or get ghost, cause I make mike smoke
I'm Slim Thug you might heard out that thirty third coast
Boss Hogg and shot calling and I'm
the game
I hit the streets fans run up to me and tell me that that I'm runnin thangs
Mike Jones, Slim Thug, Lil Keke we be valetin in v.i.p sippin henessy
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