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(featuring Thug, Chris Ward & Sir Daily)

(*talking*)
Thugger uh, Boss Hogg Outlawz
We be the Boyz N Blue nigga, we be the N Blue

[Slim
Mic 1-2, 1-2
Residing the Boss, of the Boyz N
Slim T, H-U to the G
Bout to get this shit jumping, like it's to be
I keep the dro close to me, stays in the party
And get thoed, when the hand of Bacardi
We the kind, that blow pound for pound
Rolling town to town, Boss Hogg the top down
sound, got the streets on hit
And all the bopping hoes, on
And all the hating niggaz sick, cause we blew up
Same boys that we grew up with, to get the shit
That Slim get, cause Slim's the
And so is his click, and so is his
We off fast, shot from cross the bricks
So you see me rolling, in my drop top Caddy
Throw your peace sign, and say hey pimp

- 2x]
What you about, them Dirty South Hoggs
What you know about, them young
What you know about, my crew ha
What you about, them Boyz N Blue nigga

Ward]
Off top bitch, you who
C. Ward Mobstyle, and with them Boyz N
It's the yellow bone puller, from the Boule'
You know me, and I stay gon full of
Blazing and dazing, off that dank
Sometimes leaning and codeine'ing, off that drank
I'm bout to introduce you, to the syrup and
Cause y'all know how we do, we put our in soda
Your girl controller, smell this fresh I rolled up
When you smoke you choke, and eyes look swoll up
call me Chris Ward, I know you heard the name
It's common like catching a Colombian, a bird of caine
I'm hot, so hot I burn a flame
You ought to listen to me Watts, now you could learn some
When I'm perving mayn, I swerve lanes
Blessing the ghettos, with my herb and slang
It's M.O.B. style, I need not go no mayn
Why rain on em, I could form a hurricane nigga

- 2x]

[Sir
Now I'm a young money maker, low cake baker
Break a hoe like a pimp, I'm not your savior
Paint wet like a sailor, when I'm in gator
Turn the page on you haters, never trusting you
All these hoes trying to date us, see we richer vapor
Young getting money, never missing my paper
dwelling in my yard, laying low and waiting
I'ma break off the breaker, cause I know they
Throwing bows till I fold, no escaping
Show's over do's closed, I'm a pro at
These tracks, how you think I got stacks
Hustle on the block, moving my cheese
Busting at the cops, fool I gats
till I'm out, like Roxenette
I'm busting on your mouth, if you green backs
It's rugged South, so we crawl clean Lacs

- 4x]