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

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

It's PJ, the rap
Going off, on these hating suckers
I'm from the North, of town
Boys it over here, we on the grind
I came up, it good
Ain't a damn thing changed, I'm still
Hogg, Outlawz
Fake niggas put your back the wall
Doing shows, pimping
Pulling out, on a set of 4's
What we ride? blue
What we bang? That
Big piece, of ice
Boyz in Blue, nice
I go off, I go
whatever, whatever, I don't bar

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

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

Kyleon]
I'm the MVP, the one
It's Outlaw Season, Kyleon
Badge on my neck, just like the sun
Put the heat to the sheet, and cook a beat 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 if you want to scope blow
I got bills, got drank, and a on the dro
That's why the diamond chain, like 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 on my wrist, like a nigga shit's sprung
Somebody call lost and found, because my top
I done made it disappear, just a magician