(*talking*) Yeah, it's here motherfuckers Long-awaited, anticipated debut From the South motherfucking Boss, Slim Thugger Through all the years, with no motherfucking Through the bootleg Here it is nigga, I'm already
(Slim Thug) Yeah you bootleggers stop me, other rappers can't top me They both try to copy, but artwork still sloppy You not me, I'm the real deal of the city still Regardless if I a hundred thousand, or I sell a mill I'm already platinum, already eight cars a big house, that's already laid Was made, before the major deal I pulled a Bentley off the lot, and how that feel I corners through the hood, behind my Phantom wheel And you can find me in the hood, on chill must of got tired, of hearing me say fuck a deal Cause they put some'ing in my pocket, made a nigga Then shit mayn, it's a new game mayn Got with Pharrell, now I'm getting for real mayn asking questions, like why the hell he did this And my reply, is get the out of my business Bitch I'm the Boss, cause I do I choose I to lose, you niggaz got a nigga confused Get off my dick, and quit trying to dictate my I'm climbing higher and higher, my grind on cruise Keep your opinions to yourself, and speak on mine You gon catch no fish, trying to watch my line Just lay back put locs on, and watch me shine I this car this far, don't try to stop me now And it don't matter if a nigga, go or gold I'm still good in the hood, how I got it Hooked up with Star Trak, then got it some mo' Now the FED's tell, what I got on my load
(*talking*) Houston, we a motherfucking problem The Boss has arrived, and I don't give a where you look in the world You ain't gon a nigga, who done it like me Without a deal All these fake niggaz misrepresenting the H, you gotta move All haters getting out, and starched the fuck down (already platinum)