Boss Life Album

Artist(s): Slim Thug

Cover Art

Slim Thug Boss Life Cover Art

Tracklist

U Mad (It Ain’t Easy interlude)

length: 3:24
producer: Mr. Lee
vocal: Slim Thug

Thugger. Boss life. Huh. GMB.

Bitch I'm back, it's thugger motherfucker, know your home is stacked.
Had to sit back, live my life, see my kids.
But they know daddy do it big every time he doing it.

Since nine eight, I've been straight.
Started shining out the gate, reppin that off on tape.
Spankin four skank back then.
That's when that chocolate town was crackin, niggas reppin they hood.

Fours turning, drow burning, and if you would wood ain't turning, your shit wasn't shit.
I'm comin down, candy blue bumper kit grill, top dropping.
Thought I was on top of the world but I ain't stopping.

Time to start copping foreigns, rap lauren, through the Texas I was callin.
Money growing, purple drink always pouring.
Diamonds lookin like it's snowing, bitch I'm glowing.
My pockets getting fatter, my bitches getting badder.
My diamonds getting bigger so my haters getting madder.
Started pulling out them drops back to back.
Still tipping, dropping was no stopping after that.

Now I'm already platinum, escape boy b.
All around the world seeing shit I thought I'd never see.
Now I'm suicide doors on them hoes.
All them foreigns on Perrellis, all the slabs on fours.
Was thinking it was oh-four, might have been oh-six.
I'm in my million dollar crib with my R&B chick.
Like life can't get better than this, but I told y'all at my house so I still ain't quit.

No time for waiting on them pages, back to making independent paper.
Had the tell and the scope, see ya later.
I'm the boss of all bosses, making my city proud.
And everywhere I go they playing my music loud.
VHO hoe, my whole team on.
Dropped Out, Running Thug, that's my two biggest songs.

Now we're pulling nine clean, riding with no ceiling.
Serving and collecting, banker count, all millions.
It's an incredible feeling.
Independent but I'm making a killing.
No more moving slow, back door with thug show.
We gon get you so high.

This for the hoes so I can have a few more show up to my shows.
Tryin to take her for a ride in the Rolls, or that drop Bent,
or that drop Ferrari, or that cocaine Hussain.
Don't get me started.

You niggas don't know where I started.
When I was broke I said if I ever get paid I'ma go retarded.
Outsmarted all the lames in the game who was in it for the fame, I was in it for the change.
Remain thugger, local rapper shining.
Your favorite rapper wrists ain't this shiny.
Your favorite rapper bitch ain't this bad.
I'm sipping, they set my path.
Fifteen years later still getting paper.
You mad, you mad, you mad..

It ain't easy man.
It may look glamor might kill ya cause you see me ride, ya dig.
Snake skin down to the floor, ya dig.
Pattern shoes to match. Diamonds on fingers and watches on em. I'm killin it.
It might look easy baby but you gon have to work for it to get to this status, baby. See you at the top.

Long Time

length: 3:57
producer: G&B
vocal: Slim Thug

Just Chill

length: 3:55
producer: Big K.R.I.T.
vocal: Slim Thug
guest: Big Sant and Big K.R.I.T.

[Hook: Big KRIT]
Just chill, ho
Let me work my, let me work my
Let me work, let me work my wheel slow
Tell me how it feel, ho
Just chill, ho
Let me work my, let me work my
Let me work, let me work my wheel slow
Tell me how it feel ho
Just chill ho
Let me work my, let me work my
Let me work, let me work my wheel slow
Tell me how it feel ho
Just chill ho
Let me work my, let me work my
Let me work, let me work my wheel slow
Tell me how it feel ho
Just chill ho
Just chill ho

[Verse 1: Slim Thug]
Just chill, ho, be still, ho
I'm working wood real slow while my grill glow
She say she on the pill though
And I'm puffing kush by the pillows
Wrapped up with cigarillos
So hell yeah nigga still throwed
Rolled eighty-fours, fresh set of vouges
When I'm on the road slap so cold
Drank poured, I'm a syrup-aholic
Watch the crib when the po is crawling
Was broke, but now I'm balling
Used to cap, but now they calling
She's ready to ride, ain't no stalling
Her and her friend, yeah they all in
She shotgun on my shotgun, I blast off and mash off
Took 'em to the pad on that note
Gave 'em something they can brag about
Thug boss, toe tag 'em out
Kill 'em, make 'em feel it
She say she tired of y'all fake niggas
She wanna ride with the realest

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Big KRIT]
Just chill, ho, let me work this wheel slow
I gotta crack my window cause of the indo
Got your mind on nympho
So let me beat your tempo with your mental
Pimp pimp primp roll
I get you stuck like limbo
Cause I'm Southern-playalistic super fly to keep it real
You don't know what you in for
So stop and roll up and pour up fours up, su-su-sucka
Shug a brother, gripping grain, hogging lanes
Diamonds pressed against my knuckles, bitch
I did it big, put on for my team
Don't be twisted now to pushing buttons, ho
Can't be cutting all this bass and your thoughts are scream
You gonna shake? Do it under these things
You gonna front? Get the fuck out my ride
This shit here ain't a one time thing
Be grateful that I let you slide
And not your friend, and not her partner
Cause she was a bopper and claim she twerk
But you was a top notch bitch and back
Why a pimp nigga had to chose you first?

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Big Sant]
I'm not to be fucked with, me and you ain't partners
You steady talking that fame shit, well this flow's one of a kind
I'm plotting on my next move while you resting quiet and slumber
See me I'm 'bout my commas, dollars cause Big Sant bitch on the come up
It's that motherfucking OG again
Let me tell you something about me again
By seeing wind and I'mma take the shot
I'll give her me, but she a V again
She take the cock, bird ass ho
Gonna run the block to ring a knock
A few drunken pops

84S

length: 2:52
producer: Big K.R.I.T.
vocal: Slim Thug

Love It

length: 4:43
producer: Mr. Lee
vocal: Slim Thug
guest: Chamillionaire and Paul Wall

[Slim Thug]
I'm hard to hate but I'm easy to love mayne. Huh, Thugga
Ya'll know how I do
Huh, it's over, huh

[Slim Thug: Verse 1]
Huh, I'm stuntin' pullin' out the foreign
All them boppers love it
We can fuck around
We just can't fuck around in public
Let me switch the subject
I'm shinin' on Westheimer
At the Gallo tryin' to pick out which chick is finer
All well designed
Talk down I find ya'
It's Thugga mothafucka, in case I need to remind ya'
Let me go and wreck, so I can go and bring the techs back
Wake up in the mornin' and I'm headin' where them chicks at
Grindin'
That's why you see so many diamonds
Shinin'
Like a light bulb I'm blindin'
Them boys, watch me make them put away they toys
Trunk making noise
Haters better avoid Thugga (Thugga)

[Paul Wall: Verse 2]
Shout out
To any body that's getting money
Period
When it comes to hustles
Best believe I got a [?]
My footwear is so tight
Of exotic material
One of the persons to sip' drank
It was a miracle
[?]
Watch that drank got me irritable
When the haters hate it just expose who's been inferior
I don't know what you smokin'
But I swear my shit superior
When I flash my wrist
The passersby go hysterical
And when I work that wheel and pop my trunk
It is historical
And when her ass get fake
I give a fuck that is rhetorical
Switch up cars like audible
My changing cars are assort-able
My slab come with an arsenal
But my grill is not affordable
Hold up (Hold up)

[Chamillionaire: Verse 3]
(Here lizard lizard lizard)
Real recognize real, you can tell
Thugga just hit me on the cell
If you can sell water to a women with a water hose
And I can sell cameras to a jail
Plenty ice is sittin' on my chest
I should bake a cake, might as well
Take the money
Then you put the money on the money counter
Put the money counter on scale
If time is money then I need it on the dot
Time is money then I'm always on the clock
Got a 40 caliber for the plot
150 thousand on my parkin' spot
Not the type of rapper that bargain shop
Before you realize it I'd barged your shop
Ridin' in car with a revolver top
Ironically the weapon got revolver shots
The platinum rapper that's standing here
The only that can confer
Got some plex, then don't say my name
Like Candy Man and watch him appear
Grab a deal, candy clear
Candy clearer than a chandelier
I compare myself to the best
So I should probably go grab a mirror
Like Sammy Sosa, do certain pitchers
I'll probably hit, so keep secure your mistress
I prefer to keep girl suspicious
Dig a hole it's feed first for snitches
Known for fittin' certain inches
Candy coat it then swervin' digits
Gettin' paid, so I got it made
Get's paid too much to touch dirty dishes
Strippers flock's in me in the club
Talkin' like they wanna learn the bidness
Thinkin' I should go buy a gym
Make 'em work for me
And call it "Twerk For Fitness"
Diamonds shinin in 3rd dimensions
Bosses life like we had earnt the riches
She sipping' the syrup, when you look at my shirt
You can see where your girl left purple kisses
Haha

Coming Down (Every Town)

length: 4:55
producer: G&B
vocal: Slim Thug
guest: Big K.R.I.T., Kirko Bangz and Z‐Ro

Gotta Eat

length: 3:03
producer: G&B
vocal: Slim Thug
[Talking:]
You know who the fuck I am bitch
It's Thugga, Thugga

I'm the realest nigga ever, nobody do it better
I ain't never stopping, I'ma do this shit forever
Addicted to new leather, in love with the money
Drop the 'Rarri top, when that weather gets sunny
Neighbors looking funny, cause ery'time they speak
It be a different bitch, everyday of the week
I'm a Hogg, I gotta eat
And word is, there's lobster and steak in these streets
I got a problem though, I like freaks
Give me two of those, my square hoes acting weak
It's hard to compete, with two dimes in my sheets
They swapping out my meat, got a nigga all deep

[Chorus:]
Catch me in the club, every week bitch
Never see me out, with a weak bitch
Fuck a good girl, I want a freak bitch
Up all week, we gotta eat bitch
We gotta eat bitch
Bricks on the table, gotta eat bitch
We gotta eat bitch
Lil' cash in a safe, we gotta eat bitch

I'm still starving, and I just ate
Trying to see how many meals, I can take
Got a mill cash, stashed in the safe
Shit I can't complain, life's great
And I just, got that new Range
Cocaine, everythang
That's a damn shame
My side chick I'm dicking down, is your main
Hold up mayn, where is your brain
Cause her's a fool, some'ing I can't explain
I can't stay in my lane, get money fuck the fame
Solid gold chains, Rover changing lanes

[Chorus]

I ain't got time, for these bitches
I'm spending all my time, getting money
And I ain't slowing down, for you niggaz
You better catch up, if you coming
[2x]

King Keraun (skit)

length: 1:23
vocal: Slim Thug

Flex 4Eva

length: 3:50
producer: G&B
vocal: Slim Thug
guest: Boston George and BeatKing
These niggers don't like us
I don't like me walk in the club dog

All these bitches on my dick
I tell these hoes to keep calm
Keep calm
Tell these hoes to keep calm
These niggers looking salty
Cause they bitch up on my arm
On my arm
20 Benz up in my palm hold up
We gonna flex 4eva, we gonna flex 4eva (hold up)
We gonna flex 4eva, we gonna flex 4eva (hold up)
We gonna flex 4eva, we gonna flex 4eva (hold up)
We gonna flex 4eva, we gonna flex 4eva (hold up)

We gonna flex 4eva
Stack them chick forever
It's level for this chick and I'm on another level
My chains cost a lot higher
My car's a lot more flier
You in the ball and still paying notes
I pay cash I'm a buyer
My bitches be a lot...
My pockets way more feather
That's why them boys be hating but I'm a millionaire don't matter
Yo bitch is my side bitch
All I buy is fly shit
Every season my rides switch
I barely even get to drive it
Cheerios I side your bones
Being J in my 'sace clothes
Cracking ace and deuces
I only fuck with no Gucci
I know the haters is sick of me
Just bought my fifth Bentley
Never going broke but all night
This bitch I live that boss life

All these bitches on my dick
I tell these hoes to keep calm
Keep calm
Tell these hoes to keep calm
These niggers looking salty
Cause they bitch up on my arm
On my arm
20 Benz up in my palm hold up
We gonna flex 4eva, we gonna flex 4eva (hold up)
We gonna flex 4eva, we gonna flex 4eva (hold up)
We gonna flex 4eva, we gonna flex 4eva (hold up)
We gonna flex 4eva, we gonna flex 4eva (hold up)

Dope boy I've been what
Smoke Kush like I make love
She eating dick like she ate it
Slime can take some of this hate for me
Beat King got the club jumping
Real niggers we in this hope
Don't come around us bitch we ain't fucking
Turn the keys we burn and breathe
When it comes stunt it's a murder scene
Been in LA right by the door
The bitch get drunk it's time to go
Photo shoot on this fucking couch
Bad bitches like to pick'em up
Fuck for one then I kick them out
The next time they'll be sitting up
Don't do much I'm finessing
Don't talk much I'm impressing
She Xed me with that...
I told you bitch is my whip
My key with chain like a cooler
I hit the bitch the whole ruler
She's sucking dick like a hooka
I've been kidding shit
Nothing new to her

All these bitches on my dick
I tell these hoes to keep calm
Keep calm
Tell these hoes to keep calm
These niggers looking salty
Cause they bitch up on my arm
On my arm
20 Benz up in my palm hold up
We gonna flex 4eva, we gonna flex 4eva (hold up)
We gonna flex 4eva, we gonna flex 4eva (hold up)
We gonna flex 4eva, we gonna flex 4eva (hold up)
We gonna flex 4eva, we gonna flex 4eva (hold up)

Cocaine

length: 4:23
producer: Mr. Lee
vocal: Slim Thug
guest: Boston George and Bun B

[Hook x2: Pimp C]
Selling cocaine, coming down candy
When I see your bitch in the mall she call me daddy

[Verse 1: Slim Thug]
Alright, P Pimp in the trunk rode in neons
Old school steel blowing snow full of freon
I pissin on you peons, pussy niggas tryin to sue me
Fans watching my every move like they watching a movie
A American gangsta live in the flesh and the shit
I'm selling like blue magic. It's the best, yes
Pussy niggas best to best up they chest
Cause as soon as we catch em slipping we gon put that hoe to rest
I put that on the text, niggas think the boss is soft
Nigga gon make em bring the old boss out
No drought in my city, if you need it we got plenty
Call me Cocaine Tony, out the A, fuck women

[Hook x2: Pimp C]
Selling cocaine, coming down candy
When I see your bitch in the mall she call me daddy

[Verse 2: Boston Geroge]
You can catch me at the stinda steak, thirty dollar night
One more night before the first, that's a 2Pac type of night
This bitch bad, I shouldn't hit her. I'ma hit her ass tonight
I'ma whip it, I'ma whip it, I'ma whip it til it's right
I'm D-O-P-E, yeah that's me. Everybody know G sling that coco lean
Catch me, nigga whippin at my sister too
Talkin bout no Chevy when I say I win by sixty-two
Do it to a four, I put fours on that bitch
Thirty-five hundred, get your four in a split
Y'all know G know that bitch, I taught that hoe how to swim
I took bitch script the diamond Lil Kim
Boy I'm sellin' cocaine

[Hook x2: Pimp C]
Selling cocaine, coming down candy
When I see your bitch in the mall she call me daddy

[Verse 3: Bun B]
Draked up but I'm dripped out
Man I've been there for like twenty
Choppers, droppers, and boppers, playa I had plenty
Been heavy in these streets for damn near a couple decades
Hustler in the grinder man, all I do is get paid
All I do is get laid. Kirby see a dimes, man all my slab get sprayed
So candy paint and shine, got money on my mind
Got bread up in my brain, cash is all up in my conscious
Partner, I need it man. See me and Slim Thug run daily, sell drugs
Riding hard for our squads, fuck niggas catching slugs
Balls talking Bun B, ninety-eighters and them boys in blue
We ain't gots to tell ya what them boys'll do

[Hook x2: Pimp C]
Selling cocaine, coming down candy
When I see your bitch in the mall she call me daddy

Boss Life

length: 3:31
producer: G&B
vocal: Slim Thug
[Talking:]
We good, Thugga
Tell you bout me and my life

All I do is get money, fuck hoes ride clean
Smoke big weed, keep a pint of that lean
Got bad bitches, cashing foreigns off the lot
Your bitch love Thug, cause Thug doing what you not
I live a boss life, five hoes no wife
Keep em swapping out, shaking ass like dice
I see you looking baby, ain't these diamonds looking nice
She say how much it cost, I told her mo' than your life

I live a boss life, bitch I live a boss life
I been living a boss life, that's right I live a boss life ha

I'm in the club getting fucked up, celebrating while you hating
Your girl in my section, while you home masturbating
I like strip clubs, and strippers that turn up
And like Boston George, I got a mo'fucking plug
Rep H-Town, and I do this shit the best
Stay talking shit, but I bag it with them chicks
Clean like a drug dealer, I only roll with thug niggaz
Been shining so long, they wanna kill us cause bitch

I live a boss life, I been living a boss life
You know Thugga live that boss life, bitch I live a boss life ha

And everythang paid out, from the cribs to the cars
And I own my masters, y'all slaves spitting bars
Put plenty niggaz on, took my hood around the world
Still one hunnid, them boys been acting like girls
Been grinding nigga, (g'eah)
That's how I'm still shining nigga, (how ya love that)
You boys just rhyming nigga, (them boys just talking mayn)
I see them bullshit diamonds nigga, haaaa

Bitch I live a boss life, I'm still living that boss life
I live a boss life, boss in that boss life

I got a yard full of foreign cars, while you boys still leasing
Yeah he rap good, but your money ain't increasing
In my penthouse, letting your bitch see the view
She say I'm getting money, I say that ain't nothing new
I live a boss life, tell your boss come get at me
Cribs coast to coast, good luck trying to catch me
Got a lot of tens, and they job to keep my happy
Treat me like a king, never let a bitch trap me

I live a boss life, bitch I live a boss life
That's right I live a boss life, till I'm gone I live a boss life bitch

1st n 15th (I’m Addicted skit)

length: 4:01
producer: Play-N-Skillz
vocal: Slim Thug
guest: Yo Gotti

Bomb Ass Pussy

length: 3:12
producer: G&B
vocal: Slim Thug

Puttin in Work

length: 3:38
producer: Mr. Lee
vocal: Slim Thug
Ass so fat, pussy so wet.
It's a workout baby, let me see you sweat.
Got her busting back to back like a new chick.
Putting in work like I'm trying to get a check. [x2]

First off the boss, freaks all the hunnies.
Stunting, playboy bunnies, those for money.
Them the ones that I like cause that's who I get paid with.
She got a million dollar pussy, keep a player rich.
Break the trick, then make the trick make me rich.
Them other niggas counterfeit, Thug is real as it get.
I keep mines in line, all equal to a dime.
I hit it from behind like I'm trying to crack her spine.
I ain't lying, we gon bump and grind til I see her crying.
I want to see you shine, so I want to see you mine.
Rhyme part time but this pimping shit my passion.
She's shaking it, baby get your cash then, thugger.

Ass so fat, pussy so wet.
It's a workout baby, let me see you sweat.
Got her busting back to back like a new chick.
Putting in work like I'm trying to get a check. [x2]

I'm putting in work, til she say it hurt.
I'ma get mine but baby you in line first.
So fly, you on my mind while I make this verse.
So fine every time I see her I'ma curse.
Ass so fast, and you so wet, dripping sweat but I ain't through making you sweat yet.
Took her to the tank and told her go and dive in.
Beat it in the car like we at a drive-in.
Keep her jazzy, tell them other niggas keep chasing.
Then tell your lonely ass friends they need to quit hating.
So amazing, yeah together we a dream team.
I bust that pussy open, got her hooked like a fiend.

Ass so fat, pussy so wet.
It's a workout baby, let me see you sweat.
Got her busting back to back like a new chick.
Putting in work like I'm trying to get a check. [x2]

What U Mean to Me

length: 4:13
producer: G&B
vocal: Slim Thug
guest: Muggs and Kevin Gates

Feat. Kevin Gates, Muggs

I'm in love with this bitch, can't go to sleep unless I hit
Only hoe I know that can call me a trick, and don we ran this bitch through the clique
Some bitch named Mary, she got that good, riding with me when I'm in the hood
Tipping fours and sipping fours, I'd marry that bitch if I could
Stay pumping on that strong
Brothers held back from the LA home
OG set got a nigga mind blown
Feel I could smoke the whole zip on my own
I tried to quit but can't leave that bitch
There ain't no seeds in my shit
I got the best weed in Texas
Go on pass along that message
Let me find out you stressing, in the club smoking that sprite
Put that shit back, come get high with me, today your lucky day
I ain't smoking on that hate, we stay smoking on that good
Riding candy blanket this Texas shit when I'm flipping round in my hood

Shorty always with me when we riding around
Only bitch that understand what I be talking bout
She was meant to be with me
Share her with my niggas, but there ain't no leaving me
Don't know what you mean to me

Break it down then roll it, only thing that keep me focused
In the air we smoking, not soaking, don't know what you mean to me
Take the lead, keep blowing, let tension off my shoulders
Addicted to her, she both, choking
Don't know what you mean to me

I need my medicine, smoke kush like it was prescribed to me
And when I lay in my casket I want all my G's to get high for me
Eyes funny like I'm Vietnemese, Chinese, even Asian
Woked up, smoked a blunt for breakfast, now kush cookie what I'm craving
And what I smoke is amazing, Cali grown where the weather great
Ain't no telling what I spend a week, just know we puffing that heavy weight
In the air I levitate
In the clouds that's where I stay
It ain't gon make all the pain stop but it'll ease the shit up right away
Roll one and blaze right away, feel cranked without Mary J
Only drug that I can't shake, puff puff til my chest ache
Paper, blunt, bone, shit we smoking weed in every way
Yeah in every way and we do this shit every day

Shorty always with me when we riding around
Only bitch that understand what I be talking bout
She was meant to be with me
Share her with my niggas, but there ain't no leaving me
Don't know what you mean to me

Break it down then roll it, only thing that keep me focused
In the air we smoking, not soaking, don't know what you mean to me
Take the lead, keep blowing, let tension off my shoulders
Addicted to her, she both, choking
Don't know what you mean to me

Dark skin with a sweet smell, ocean grown with the seashells
Engine room with a bad bitch, high octane, v twelve
Tell her truth, should we go somewhere more suitable?
In a room you don't know what I'd do to you
Open the jar, licking on the cigar
Break it down and if it look we be fruity loops
Goodies, please, blowing leaves
Wide body with a wide body
Already got it, forget about it
On the waistline, no side pocket
Top dropped, I'm drop topping
Crawling, spalling, balding, falling all on you
Can smell my cologne asking what I got on cause the Lord he be talking
Stand on my own, I don't come in here often
In the water with sharks I'm a dolphin
Inhaling the sticky, I'm coughing just to make sure my point got a-crossed it
In the love with the folks in the apartment
They was trying to catch up but I lost them
In the morning we kush with the coffee
And the pound was like drinks is on all me

Shorty always with me when we riding around
Only bitch that understand what I be talking bout
She was meant to be with me
Share her with my niggas, but there ain't no leaving me
Don't know what you mean to me

Break it down then roll it, only thing that keep me focused
In the air we smoking, not soaking, don't know what you mean to me
Take the lead, keep blowing, let tension off my shoulders
Addicted to her, she both, choking
Don't know what you mean to me

Slowed Down

length: 3:14
producer: Mr. Lee
vocal: Slim Thug
guest: Lil’ KeKe and Just Brittany

Texas boys, Houston Texas
From mo'fucking Acres Home to the mo'fucking Tre

Texas boys, Houston Texas
From mo'fucking Acres Home to the mo'fucking Tre

Everything is slowed down
Everything is slowed down
Everything is slowed down

Huh, yeah that drank got me leaning
I ain't smoke all day, kush got me fiending
I'm dreaming, cup got me sleep walking
Don't know what I'm saying, but I'm gon' keep talking
Walking fresh J's, stay dressed like I'm paid
I'm millionaire dreaming, fuck seeing minimum wage
Lac sprayed candy, haters can't stand me
Pack the four-five, 'case them jackers apprehend me
I shoulda won a Grammy, realest nigga rapping
I don't wanna fuck your slut, tell that hoe I'm capping
Cause I'm in a 'rarri, or I'm in a Rover
Either or I'm sipping bar, you never see me sober

Everything is slowed down
Everything is slowed down
Everything is slowed down
Everything is slowed down

Don Ke H-Town legend, I do it mean
Po' up some'ing nice, we lean and ride clean
Sipping on drank, tasting on mud
When that oil touch the streets, this winter it might flood
Coming down nasty, hit the block twice
I kill em with the freestyle flow, but I got a price
Ice the cup's thick and heavy, get em ready
We knock em off the ceiling, I'm home this pimping's steady
I ride round with that loud pack, but still need that cup
This 13 and Hogg Life, y'all niggas know what's up
It's H-Town and it's understood, we the true home of that purple
Get laid stay paid, no squares in my circle

Everything is slowed down
Everything is slowed down
Everything is slowed down
Everything is slowed down

H-Town, Fleetwood King where ya at ha
Mexicans out that 'Stead man, this shit don't stop
We gon' have the whole motherfucking world po'ing up man
I see you boys out there in that Clarke, Propain G love
Shout out that Southwest, that Eastside
I see you my nigga, all my niggas out here in Acres Home
J-Dawg, S-G-S where ya at this Texas nigga

One Night

length: 3:37
producer: G&B
vocal: Slim Thug
guest: Kirko Bangz
[Chorus: x2 Lyfe Jennings]
If a ***** die tonight
Make sure I didn't die in vain, and they feel my pain
Make sure my *****s ride for me
Or comin' up on the side of me, side of me

[Bun B]
Man I'm a real trill ***** (*****) I been out on them blocks
With them hustlers (hustlers) them dealers (dealers) and killers sellin rocks
Put in work in round the clock from when the sun went down
Till it came back up and night came back around (around)
I did a lot of **** them late nights for the dough
Robbin *****z on the low (low) laughed at 'em then I go (go)
Sometimes it went smooth and nobody got hurt
And sometimes I had to leave a *****'s **** up in the dirt
I ain't proud of what I did and if I could go back in time (time)
I'd try to find another way instead of packin' nines
Totin K's and holdin' macs (macs)
But we know time ain't rollin' back
And hungry hyenas, they ain't foldin' jack
So on these cold and black streets, wolves keep huntin'
And a young black man can lose his life over nothin'
If I gotta go, please let it be for somethin' real
Cause this bullshit hood **** is gettin' *****s killed on the real

[Chorus: x2]

[Bun B]
Well if a deal goes dirty or the counts don't match (match)
Or if I catch a ************ dippin' in the back (dippin' in the back)
Say if a ***** disrespect me or my fam
And we take it to the streets and let the guns go blam
I don't really give a damn (damn) or really know whatever's gon' come (come)
And I'm a represent where I'm from (represent where I'm from)
Man I don't wanna die (die) but I ain't scared to (I ain't scared to)
**** I just wanna make sure that I'm prepared to (I'm prepared to)
Can't leave without a couple tickets in the stands
So my wife, and my momma and my children got cans (children got cans)
Cause once I'm gone who goin' take care of my kids? (take care of my kids)
And do the same things for 'em that I did
Man I'd rather do a bid (bid)
At the least they can see me behind the glass (glass)
Instead I'm reminiscin' bout the past (about the past)
***** don't know what he got, until he passes on
So let him tell 'em that he love 'em 'fore his *** is gone

[Chorus: x2]

[Young Buck]
We trappin' hard right across from the graveyard
I just pray to God I don't have to work a day job
*****s gettin' robbed so I'm ridin' with my A-R
They are, not sendin' tape what I done paid for (no)
Walkin' through the bricks on my Jena 6 ****
Like if you ain't from around here, you was gettin' hit (c'mon)
Send a O.G. some flicks, make they time go by quick (hey)
You surprised what some pictures in the penitentiary did (yeah)
We survived but most of us die for some bullshit
Go to church but the devil's standin' on the pulpit (damn)
*****s lied just to kick it (what) swear to God they got a meal ticket
Then they call you and they bout to get evicted (I know)
A Underground King, I've been one ever since I was sixteen (c'mon)
Pimp and Bun'll tell you just what Buck mean (what's up)
A street ***** livin' the street dream, I seen (for sho')
My whole team go to the feds or get a hole in the head
This what I said (yeah)

[Chorus: x2]

Go Long

length: 4:53
producer: Ralo
vocal: Slim Thug
guest: Nipsey Hussle and Z‐Ro
If you ain't a real *****, get the **** away from me
In other words, go long (***** *****, go long)
If you ain't a real *****, get the **** away from me
In other words, go long (***** *****, go long)
If you ain't a real *****, get the **** away from me
In other words, go long (***** *****, go long)
'Cause you don't want me to put my
I said you don't want me to put my slap hand on yo' dome
***** *****, go long, get gone
If you ain't a real *****, go long
***** *****, go long, get gone
If you ain't a real *****, go long
***** *****, go long, get gone
If you ain't a real *****, go long
***** *****, go long, get gone
If you ain't a real *****, go long

Look, I'm forever the flyest, my revenue rise
My hustle is strivin', don't have to take no consignment
I'm drivin' a 6, got a selection of kicks
And it's not your day if I'm selecting your *****
I got a watch on my wrist, it's made by the Swiss
Worn by the rich, with that **** you can sniff
Got not time to play 'round, it's way too much in my mix
I'm talking dollars and cents, making dollars and cents
I made an honest attempt, take my dollars and split
Amongst Impalas and Crips, I'm talking violence and ****
Without no sign it exists, I made my mind, this is it
I weighed the risk and the reward and put my grind to this ****
And now the money, the power, I'm entitled to this
And all the hatin' and debatin', that's the cowardice ****
Plymouth Rock, you ain't believe 'til I arrived at this ****
So hatin' *****, go long or you can die where you sit, uh

If you ain't a real *****, get the **** away from me
In other words, go long (***** *****, go long)
If you ain't a real *****, get the **** away from me
In other words, go long (***** *****, go long)
If you ain't a real *****, get the **** away from me
In other words, go long (***** *****, go long)
'Cause you don't want me to put my
I said you don't want me to put my slap hand on yo' dome
***** *****, go long, get gone
If you ain't a real *****, go long
***** *****, go long, get gone
If you ain't a real *****, go long
***** *****, go long, get gone
If you ain't a real *****, go long
***** *****, go long, get gone
If you ain't a real *****, go long

Who your OG is, cuz? His name DJ Screw
Nowadays that's my ***** DJ Eric
If it ain't him I see like, "DJ who?"
Knock out a ***** ***** so fast, every time I do it people be mad
They want a replay, fool
I ain't even in the vehicle I'm still road raging
Hand cannon knocking vehicles off the freeway, too
Yeah, I'm ****in' with my ***** Nipsey
We ****ed up way past a little tipsy
Goddamnit, that's the second goddamn thing that this week I'm waiting on
Triple-A to come and get me
FN on a daily basis unless I'm at war
And if am I'm rolling with the fifty
Ain't talking bout a pistol either, *****, millimeters, *****
And if you ain't behind it then you don't wanna see this ****
Put your glasses on
Yeah, officer I had it but I passed it on
I'm in and out the airport, no cash involved
White *****, big ****, no *** at all, just a bag of raw
I gotta keep it on the low
If a ***** ***** see it he gon' raise up his hands and tell it
But all the real *****s see it, and they ain't seen ****
Bet I can check a hundred thousand by breakfast

It's the same old Thugger, still the same hustler
Still going up, I ain't never going down
I do this rap **** just to rep for my town
Got a crib out in Cali in the Hills blowing pounds
Minding my business, me and my *****es, roll so low whenever I go get it
It be your best friends have you in the pen snitchin'
Put money in his pocket, ***** still turn witness
My circle small, I don't **** with y'all
You say you won the trial, I heard you told it all
Asking me for work, ***** *****, hell nah
You 5K1, I done seen your file
You *****s fake, you *****s snakes
When you see my face don't touch your brakes
I ain't tryin' to end up in that place
Get the **** on, go long, that'a way

If you ain't a real *****, get the **** away from me
In other words, go long (***** *****, go long)
If you ain't a real *****, get the **** away from me
In other words, go long (***** *****, go long)
If you ain't a real *****, get the **** away from me
In other words, go long (***** *****, go long)
'Cause you don't want me to put my
I said you don't want me to put my slap hand on yo' dome
***** *****, go long, get gone
If you ain't a real *****, go long
***** *****, go long, get gone
If you ain't a real *****, go long
***** *****, go long, get gone
If you ain't a real *****, go long
***** *****, go long, get gone
If you ain't a real *****, go long