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[Intro - Slim
Yeah, Thugger
Killa
C.
PJ,
We the in blue

[Slim
Yeah we that green, naw mean?
Big and that Outlaw team
Pulling up clean, blue with the
Niggas ain't seen, crew this mean
Take it back to the North, back the Boss
Been wrecking decks, since at the house
Haters disrespect, smacked in the mouth
Niggas play hard, but acting they soft
How we ride? With the
Fuck with us, and you to get killed
From the land of the trill, yeah we represent the
Don't bar plex, come playing get
Get your hoe ass wrecked, trying to it to the Boss
I'll get your ass done, it don't what it cost
We floss that blue, do it for the
Old Caddy, or the new slabs too
Paul Wall what it do? Who Jones?
mad at us, because we getting our shine on
Put it in face, put them in they place
Got to let them know, who the leaders of the
Boss Hogg Outlawz, stacking that
Jackers be aware, we that thing
Run ass up, and I'ma rat-a-tat mane
I ain't playing no games, I'ma aim for the

It's PJ, the rap
Going off, on these player hating
I'm the North, side of town
Boys about it over here, we on the
I came up, it good
Ain't a thing changed, I'm still hood
Hogg, Outlawz
Fake niggas put your back against the
Doing shows, hoes
out, on a glass set of 4's
What we That blue
What we bang? screw
Big piece, of ice
Boyz in Blue, nothing
I go off, I go
whatever, whatever, I don't bar

[Sir
Here come Daily, in that frame thing
Sliding down the block, with a fine mane
Times ain't changed, so these chickens still dollars
But I tell them what I'm about, hit the twat and
I'm a Boss Hogg nigga, we all of
One hitter quitter nigga, who don't call them
And they see me, they be like "Daily you wrong for that"
Because he don't speak, he just say move get back
That's my team, on the
On glass, with the looking clean
On dro, the lean
Hogg Outlawz, the number one team

[Chris
I'm C-Wiggy, my be jiggy
These niggas mad at me, just because they dig me
I got so clothes, I dress fresher than most hoes
So many shoes, I give Michael Jordan the
So many furs, some his and hers
I do I does, because I does what I do
I pop tags like on slabs
Peel back tops unhealed scabs
Throwing up the deuce, and giving real niggas
If haters run up, them punks can catch jabs
(C. Ward you so ghetto) My that's the truth
(And why's that hole in car?) My nigga, that's the roof
(And why my ears ringing?) My nigga, that's them speakers
(Why you got mirrors on tires?) My nigga, that's them sneakers
(And why your car look a serpent?) My nigga, that's that paint
(And why's it inside?) My nigga, that's that stank
You see these major, labels me worse than the FEDS
Because my feed niggas like jail house spreads
These hoes call me Simon because they do what I
Plus I got my money long like Jamaican
I'm Wizzard, I go so hizzard
Stay away from phonies, fakers, and frizzauds
Rappers mad at me because my is like a retard
But really I think, it's because I done cut up they

Kyleon]
I'm the MVP, the one
Outlaw Season, Kyleon LeBron
Badge on my neck, just shining the sun
Put the heat to the sheet, and cook a till it's done
I get paid when I rap, this not a bro
I got a paid style, not a flow
Ten three for the show, fifteen for the
And another fifteen if you want to scope
I got bills, got drank, and a on the dro
That's why the diamond chain, look a neck full of snow
In a wide body 'Lac, and I'm to your hoe
With her head in my lap, and she pecking me
Got the pop trunk glowing, and the kit hung
Ice pack on my wrist, like a nigga shit's
call lost and found, because my top missing
I made it disappear, just like a magician