Boss of All Bosses Album

Artist(s): Slim Thug

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Slim Thug Boss of All Bosses Cover Art

Tracklist

Boss of All Bosses

length: 3:16

It's Slim Thugga ************, got a lot to sell
But snitches already got a lot to tell
So for as y'all know all I do is just rap (huh)
And give these streets something they can play in they trap (che'yeah)
Last year I had to put my city back on the map
This year we goin' hit em right back with a slap (that's right)
I had the whole wide world tippin' on 4's (fo's)
Sippin' on drank, using gland slow
Claiming they the boss I guess they like my style
Copy what I do, man they like my child
I'm listen like damn man them boys wild
Thinking to myself, man them boys loud
Writing everything from my slang to my smile (damn)
Thought I was goin' let it slide, hell naw!
If the shoe fit very, listen tot he comparey
You *****s ain't my fam, how I style you in hared

I call all shots, all wins no losses (no losses)
Follow me I'm the boss of all bosses
I'm the boss of all bosses
I'm the boss of all bosses
I'm the boss of all bosses
I'm the boss of all bosses
Ha, **** what'cha heard, and **** what they talking
They follow me I'm the boss of all bosses
I'm the boss of all bosses
I'm the boss of all bosses
I'm the boss of all bosses
I'm the boss of all bosses

Ha
H-Town, let it settle I'm a lead the way
The only rapper doing everythang I say
The other boys fishing (ha), go up their and Christians (ha)
I'm a good dude I just gotta a lot addiction (that's right)
I love getting money you can see it in my face
It's like I'm bout to bust when I step my safe (che'yeah)
I love getting ***** but I hate these hoes (I hate these hoes)
I'm bout to hit the block and -drop the top on 4's-
I know you probably tired of hearing about my cars (I know)
That's what'cha get for turning good *****s to stars (that's what'cha get)
What the **** you'll do, you'll see
Never had **** now you rich as you can be (what)
Used to hit Lick's selling bricks in the streets (ha)
Now I'm selling hits for ten times the fee (ha ha)
And stand free, I ain't never seeing no jails
The boss of the south goin stay giving them hell (ha)

I call all shots, all wins no losses (no losses)
Follow me I'm the boss of all bosses
I'm the boss of all bosses
I'm the boss of all bosses
I'm the boss of all bosses
I'm the boss of all bosses
Ha, **** what'cha heard, and **** what they talking
They follow me I'm the boss of all bosses
I'm the boss of all bosses
I'm the boss of all bosses
I'm the boss of all bosses
I'm the boss of all bosses

Ha

I'm Back

length: 3:42
producer: Mr. Lee
vocal: Slim Thug
guest: Devin the Dude

[Verse 1]
I do this fo tha block (block), I do this fo the hood (hood)
I do this fo tha streets cause the streets keep me good (keep me good)
I do it for tha hustlas (hustlas),I do it for tha thugs (thugs)
I do it for the Gs cause tha Gs show me luv (show me luv)
I came in tha game 17 real loud, only thang on my mind make my momma proud
Started rockin crowds,gettin dope from shows and as tha fame rolls then came the hoes
Then came tha clothes, then came the cars,next thang I know I'm a ghetto supastar
So here come tha haters travelin by tha packs
But neva mind them cause aaaaaa Bitch I'm Back!

[Hook: Devin the Dude (Slim Thug)]
I pour up a cup, fill the swissa with cud, and fire it up so I can gather my thoughts
(let's get high)
Mo' money mo' problems they say that's how it is when ya live like a boss
(like a boss)
Ya see I been on my grind fo some time and tha streets thought a nigga fell off
(hell nah nigga)
Bbut if I decide not to rhyme no more rhymes, I'm a still be well off
(Cause Bitch I'm Back!)

[Verse 2]
A born boss got nuthin to lose
Still shinin in the game got nuthin to prove
Got rich independent didn't need no deal
Had paper before I signed, didn't need no meals
Got hustles on tha side, I ain't got to rap
And if all else fails I still got tha trap
I don't fuck with you rappers ya'll fake to me
I don't fuck with ou niggas ya'll snakes to me
I don't care bout fame fuck bein a star
Let them take all the pictures just gimme his car
Then gimme his house, and his watch and chain
On tha bank account, credit cards jot my name
But I guess one come with tha other
So here I go I'm a writin rap hustla
I'm too blessed to complain bout that
So where I gotta sign, take ya pictures
Cause Bitch I'm Back!

[Hook: Devin the Dude (Slim Thug)]
I pour up a cup, fill the swissa with cud, and fire it up so I can gather my thoughts
(let's get high)
Mo' money mo' problems they say that's how it is when ya live like a boss
(like a boss)
Ya see I been on my grind fo some time and tha streets thought a nigga fell off
(hell nah nigga)
Bbut if I decide not to rhyme no more rhymes, I'm a still be well off
(Cause Bitch I'm Back!)

[Verse 3]
They say tha truth will hit so fuck it
I'm a go an keep 100 fo tha public
I dropped already platinum, but it only sold gold
And niggas lookin at me like I sold my soul
Cause I'm rappin with P (Pharrell) and not Mr. Lee
But when ya on ya grind sometimes ya can't see
Before Mike came and Paul was signed
I was at Interscope tryin to find ma mind
Still Tippin wasn't toppin, 3 kings just dropped
And I'm a underground artist tryin to get on top
So I listened to my label, planned to break necks
And learned a whole lotta game from that
Just stay true my nigga and do u
And fuck what another tryin to tell u to do
Continue to spit facts u can bump in them lacs
And o yeah this a Lee track...!
Bitch I'm Back!

[Hook: Devin the Dude (Slim Thug)]
I pour up a cup, fill the swissa with cud, and fire it up so I can gather my thoughts
(let's get high)
Mo' money mo' problems they say that's how it is when ya live like a boss
(like a boss)
Ya see I been on my grind fo some time and tha streets thought a nigga fell off
(hell nah nigga)
Bbut if I decide not to rhyme no more rhymes, I'm a still be well off
(Cause Bitch I'm Back!)

I Run

length: 3:56
producer: Jim Jonsin
vocal: Slim Thug
additional: Yelawolf

[Intro: Slim Thug]
Geyeah
Slim Thugga
Boss Hogg Outlawz, Jim Jonsin, ha
Representin this Texas mayne
Back

[Hook: set to A Flock of Seagulls "I Ran"]
I run, the streets all night and day (the hood love Thug)
Cause I still run, the streets all night and day
(If you tryin to find me)
(I rep for my city, go hard for the hood)
(Still posted on the block, what's good?)
And I run, the streets all night and day (ha)
I can't stay away

[Slim Thug]
They don't make too many niggas like me
Bonifide hustler, certified G
Still got that work if you got the right fee
You thankin shit fake? Well nigga come see
It's bigger than the jewels, it's bigger than the cars
It's bigger than the fact that we fuckin rap stars
The street niggas know me, these boys got my contacts
Knowin any given minute I can come back
I put a bitch on I-10 and tell her run dat
Give her ten and tell her don't brang nuttin back
I'm still in the hood, I can't leave the streets
It's in my blood, I'm a thug 'til I be deceased

[Hook]

[Slim Thug]
It's hot on my block, somebody turn the fan on
I've been paid, I'm just tryin to turn my mans on
And get my bread strong, streets miss me when I'm gone
I "Put On" for my city like Jeezy's song
Please believe me homes; matter fact check my stats
I ain't drop in three years, but I'm back
Where the money at? That's the first question
You better pack a strap; that's the first lesson
Hard times got the whole United States stressin
I'm writin a book - "How to Survive in a Recession"
Mr. Obama, we so tired of sellin crack
If you lookin for me ask the streets where I'm at

[Hook]

[Slim Thug]
It's home sweet home where the D-boys roam
Movin stone for stone, or zone for zone
All night gettin it on 'til 6 in the morn'
The shit I'm smokin on, stronger then cologne
You can probably smell the smoke through your headphones
If you still broke better get your bread long
Call me on that burner cause them feds on my phone
And I'mma run the streets 'til I'm under my headstone

[Hook]

Show Me Love

length: 3:53

[Slim Thug:]
Yeah, We Back
Slim Thugga
Mannie Fresh
This for the real niggas in the club, mayne
Holla at em Fresh

[Hook x2: Mannie Fresh]
In the streets (in the streets)
In the club (in the club)
All the real muthafuckas show me love (show me love)
Now I open up this bitch and I'm a show you how to show off
Clean in this bitch with the price tag tow-off

[Verse 1: Slim Thug]
Don't call it a comeback
Cause I been here for years
Wreckin' my peers, through the blood, sweat and tears
Here it is, Thugga back at it like a addict
No matter the price, give it here I gotta have it
When I step up out my house, everyday I gotta show off
Clean than a bitch with the price tag tow-off
Everythang new, straight up out the mall
From my pants, to my shirt, to my shoes, to my draws
I show ya how to ball, take notes and keep looking
Stay tuned to the show and see what Thugga got cooking
Money back guaranteed, everyday I'm a go off
I'm rich than a bitch, shit I might as well show off

[Hook x2: Mannie Fresh]

[Verse 2: Slim Thug]
Thugga fresh like a Mannie be
Dillerman, hand me keys
Pull up off the lot, drop coupe, three hundred G
Man it's so fun to be me, I'm the wannabe
On ya TV, yeah G, I'm the one you see
The rose was the blessing so I pull that out the Sunday
The Benz the work card, so I pull that on Monday
The coupe good on gas so I dry that all week
And I pull out my Slab, when I shut down the streets
I'm a beast, hit the jury man with my peeps
Big hundred carrot badge, I'm the captain of the streets
Roll deep like police, blue boys got it lock
Ya see me on patrol in ya hood on yo block
Holla

[Hook x2: Mannie Fresh]

[Verse 3: Slim Thug]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love (show me love)
Cause worldwide they be fuckin' with Thug
Because the boss got class, the boss stay G'ed
I'm everywhere you ain't never there, where you be?
I got a crib in Miami, house side in Cali
Spot in ATL, but I be out there Bally
Cause I live in the H, and got hoes round the globe
Stacking up you want, I'm getting doe by the low
That's how I stay froze and fresh with the clothes
My closet got mo kicks than they got in the sto's
I pop tags, shirt match my badge
Eyelids low, looking at the Prada glass

[Hook x2: Mannie Fresh]

Smile

length: 3:12
producer: Jim Jonsin
vocal: Slim Thug
I'm so fly, all the haters and the killers try'n get me (get me) when I walk by,
All the girls wanna take a picture with me (with me) so baby just smile for the camera, (hey)
For the camera (hey) for the camera (hey) so baby just smile for the camera (hey)
For the camera (hey) for the camera (hey)

I got super size sway, I'm honest with the class
Fresh up out the bag, somebody pull out my tab,
I guess this why these haters always looking so mad,
I guess this why this girl want her picture so bad,
Her heart beating fast while we froze for the pose,
Before rap I was most chose by the hoes,
Before you go she slip me something else on the low,
A rigged out list to see me with no clothes,

I'm so fly, all the haters and the killers try'n get me (get me) when I walk by,
All the girls wanna take a picture with me (with me) so baby just smile for the camera, (hey)
For the camera (hey) for the camera (hey) so baby just smile for the camera (hey)
For the camera (hey) for the camera (hey)

Beautiful by the bar you wanna be a star,
Look like the boss in a big house and fancy car,
How bout we make everything that's mine, ours,
For example let me let you hold the black cards,
And don't worry bout yo man, he just act hard,
Before we get to you we gotta go through that squad,
You like swimming, I got a lake in my backyard

I'll take you on a date till the B team sore

I'm so fly, all the haters and the killers trying get me (get me) when I walk by,
All the girls wanna take a picture with me (with me) so baby just smile for the camera, (hey)
For the camera (hey) for the camera (hey) so baby just smile for the camera (hey)
For the camera (hey)for the camera (hey)

Keep that ice on that chest, and we dress so fly,
And we stay smoking on the best so you know a player so high

So baby just smile for the camera, (hey) for the camera (hey) for the camera (hey)
So baby just smile for the camera (hey) for the camera (hey) for the camera (hey)

Top Drop

length: 4:13

[Chorus]
Got the damn top
Got the damn top drop
Got the Got the damn top drop, top drop, top drop
Got the damn top
Got the damn top drop
Got the Got the damn top drop, top drop, top drop
Got the damn top
Got the damn top drop
Got the Got the damn top drop, top drop, top drop
Got the damn top
Got the damn top drop
Got the Got the damn top drop, top drop, top drop

Slim Thugga muthafucka'...!

[Slim Thug]
For you jackers that's hatin
Run up try to rob yeahh bitch I'm a be waitin'
In the country see me skatin'
On my chrome lookin good
You fuck with my bitch and I'm a shoot up ya hood
Still leather and the wood that's tradition down in texas
Roll Cadillac we don't fuck with no Lexus
Bitch by my side in my ride lookin lovely
Pour up out the paint we ain't sippin on no bubbly
Screwed tape loud while I'm swangin by the crowd
And the dro got me how it feel like I'm in a cloud
I'm a H-Town nigga reppin for P.A.T
Big Hawk, DJ Screw, Big Moe and Pimp C
I'm a Shine for my city fuck them haters talkin down
So holla at a nigga when you see me walkin round
07 was a hard one but I can be found
In my slab puffin pounds tryna take away my frown
And I...

Chorus

[Paul Wall]
I got my mind on my money and my Glock in my hand
Grindin hard, paper stackin tryna follow the plan
Pullin, gloss and steams chasin million dollar dreams
Livin the thug life I get it by any means
When times get hard I got no one to hold me down
So I ride with the top down and cruise around town
The boppers in line, cause I been known to be a slab rider
Comin down clean, marchin like a freedom fighter
When you ride 4's patna stay strapped
The gone catch ya at the light and put one in ya cap
See I keep it in my lap, I ain't slippin for none
I ain't got sprayed by any but homie I ain't done
I'm bout to raise a truck and drop a couple of screens
I'm thinkin' rockford fosgates with bout four 15's
See the leather is perforated, them boys gone sho hate it
My slab is undisputed I'm the number one rated
With my Top Drop, Baby!

Chorus

[Slim Thug]
While they waitin on me to fall I'm a still stand tall
Ball hard in the mall
I been shinin for a while, haters ya in denial
Since back in 9 -8 I been wreckin freestyles
With spit lines that'll put a smile on ya child
And do a song that'll make the hood go wild
The flow versatile; When they hear it they like wow
That boy got talent yeah I like your style
But uhhh
No pressure; don't let the bullshit stress ya
A... ? with somebody test ya
God bless ya
Ya Grind lesser; ya shine lesser
Ya win when you don't let this material shit impress ya
Insides like a dresser, woodgrain on the dash
My motto; Fuck fame put my name on the cash
I used to wish and dream I could swang on the glass
Now cars, clothes, & hoes is a thang of the past
And I...

Got the damn top
Got the damn top drop
Got the Got the damn top drop, top drop, top drop
Got the damn top
Got the damn top drop
Got the Got the damn top drop, top drop, top drop
Got the damn top
Got the damn top drop
Got the Got the damn top drop, top drop, top drop
Got the damn top
Got the damn top drop
Got the Got the damn top drop
Got my Glock cocked

Thug

length: 3:50
producer: Mr. Lee
vocal: Slim Thug
He was once a thug from around the way

(Slim thugga, mutha****a!)

Thug from a, thug from a, thug
Thug from a, thug from a, thug
(I'm a) thug from a, thug from a, thug
Thug from around the way
(She say she wanna)
Thug from a, thug from a, thug
(I'm a) thug from a, thug from a, thug
Thug from a, thug from a, thug
(She lookin' for a) thug from around the way

I represent the H and the bottom of the map
And I was born and raised in the bottom of the trap
The number one rule is ya gotta stay strapped
Cause any giving minute you can take that long nap
I roll with gorillas, dealers and the killers
Cause when I'm on stage that's the only fool spillers
Real Trill *****s, let me see ya hands
But I do this for the streets, I ain't try'na make ya dance
Roll solo, I don't need no friends
Still flip that lac, I don't need no Benz
And Harlem throwing money, I don't need no Zen's
Matter fact I be back, I need more to spend
She say she wanna

Thug from a, thug from a, thug
Thug from a, thug from a, thug
(I'm a) thug from a, thug from a, thug
Thug from around the way
(She say she wanna)
Thug from a, thug from a, thug
(I'm a) thug from a, thug from a, thug
Thug from a, thug from a, thug
(She lookin' for a) thug from around the way

It's white-T, Nike's, when I hit the club
They say I can't get in cause I'm dressed like a thug
**** the dress code, we bout a hundred deep
And they goin' let it seen, or get they *** beat
Boss Hogg Outlaws roll like the mob
Everybody paid cause we stays on our job
Drop in G-T a blessing from the Lord
So haters don't be mad that we blame it on God
I'm coming out hard, them other boys soft
So I'm a hold it down for that H and the Nawf
Brand new jewelry look what I brought
Still running from the feds, I ain't never getting caught
She say she wanna

Thug from a, thug from a, thug
Thug from a, thug from a, thug
(I'm a) thug from a, thug from a, thug
Thug from around the way
(She say she wanna)
Thug from a, thug from a, thug
(I'm a) thug from a, thug from a, thug
Thug from a, thug from a, thug
(She lookin' for a) thug from around the way

Ya say ya man ain't ****in' ya right
Ya lonely and depression need a thug in ya life
Well come on over here, I can feel ya appetite
Take ya back to the crib and beat it all night
She say she love a thug, cause thugga beat it good
Her man pay them bills, but thugga keep it hood
And I ain't gotta stare, that's already understood
I take ya for a ride, you can slide on my wood
I pick her up and shake her up and down like dice
Sweet like cake make me wanna take a slice
I ain't try'na take advantage, but take my advice
Take a break from the fakes, get a thug in ya life
She say she wanna

Thug from a, thug from a, thug
Thug from a, thug from a, thug
(I'm a) thug from a, thug from a, thug
Thug from around the way
(She say she wanna)
Thug from a, thug from a, thug
(I'm a) thug from a, thug from a, thug
Thug from a, thug from a, thug
(She lookin' for a) thug from around the way

Thug from a, thug from a, thug
Thug from a, thug from a, thug
Thug from a, thug from a, thug
Thug from around the way

Leanin'

length: 4:46
producer: Mr. Lee
vocal: Slim Thug
guest: UGK

[Hook: Pimp C]
Leanin', Leanin', sittin' sideways [X2]
Leanin', Leanin', Leanin', sittin' sideways
Leanin', sittin' sideways, Leanin', Leanin', sittin' sideways

I'mma young ghetto boy dat's why I act dis way
Rollin' in the candy car leanin' sittin' sideways

[Slim Thug]
Big boss of that damn nawf, grab the mic straight run his mouth
Candy blue what you see me floss, when I pull the lac up out the house
Lookin' good while I hold the wood, on the slab shit's understood
Hit the (stash?) chunk up the hood, boys gotta see me stunt for good
New car new ice, it ain't shit I can pay that price
Niggas ain't living like the boss live, that's what that is and I say that twice
I tip the 4's and flip the roads, before that album got shipped to stores
Boys betta keep they lips closed, before they punk-ass get exposed
I done showed the world how the boss hold, Slab or foreign I floss those
Drank and dro got me floss mode, doin' 100 on the toll road
Pimp and Bun runnin' right behind, pieced up with the grill shine
10 years still putting it down, representin' for that H-Town
Michael watts got the beats slow, slim thug keep the streets throwed
Brains straight bout to be blowed, cause Rico got them sweets rolled
Now ask them cause the streets know, the big boss man got it locked
H-Town man I'mma shout that out, till I'm up in Heaven wit Pimp and Pac

[Hook X2]

[Pimp C]

Sweet Jones bitch! Unnh Unnh Unnh
Tony Snow the mack not the myth, the Pimp
I got the gift to break a bitch, twenty thousand behind my lips
A hundred thousand on my neck, everytime that I step out
Bought the red thang from Chamillion, candy paint swangin in the drop
I keep the hoes pussy drip drop wet, lamborghini fuck the vet
Top gone lets get it on, I'm the real bitch he's a clone
Smelling like Bar 9 cologne, gotta billion dollars out my microphone
Slab crusha, dome busta
Promethazine mixed with the tussa
We call it banana split, choose a pimp ho I'm legit
Wrecked the grey bitch, bought the red
I got a phantom too that's what the fuck I said
And I ain't dropped an album yet
Spend my dirty money don't touch the check
If the rap game die I buy some work
And keep a young yella bitch that will pull up her skirt
And when the bitch get a nut her pussy squirt
Tricks love to see water works
I love the money she love the fame
I gotta leveled head she gotta (piece of the brain)
I gotta 3-way lover on my cingular
She gotta 4 inch cone with jet mink hair
Between her legs I'm tellin you
And she pay her daddy and that's what it do

[Hook X2]

[Bun B]
It's Bun B the man and not the myth, ridin on them 4's trunk got the fifth
I push one button on my remote , start up my slab and my trunk will lift
I got the gift I got straight from God, keep it real never fraud
From P-A-T the land of the Trill, so when come out I'mma come out hard
You know the name and the resume, my g-code files is documented
Certified Rap-a-Lot for life, down with the mob represented
Don't play them games because I got the change, to put it in ya mind and on ya brain
You'll leak coming out the candy, die where you standing simple and plain
I'mma gangsta baby not a baby gangsta, I'm overgrown it's understood
Slim Thug the boss, C the Pimp, and I'm Bun the OG to run the hood
We got the good, and the flour, hard or soft get it rock or powder
But know ya shit when you hit ya lick, it don't come with a textbook tellin' ya how to
And the power and the bread, so fuck a law dog, and fuck a fed
I'm from the south and we got the crown, and you can't get it back until I'm dead
Heard what I said, and press rewind, play it back so you can get the meaning
Coming down in that candy slab, grippin on the grain and you know I'm leanin'!

[Hook X2]

Leanin', Leanin', sittin' sideways [X2]
Leanin', Leanin', Leanin', sittin' sideways
Leanin', sittin' sideways, Leanin', Leanin', sittin' sideways

My Bitch

producer: Mr. Lee
vocal: Slim Thug
My bitch been down when I wasnt shit
She keep it 100 dont switch
Cause dats my bitch
Gave me a safe place for the bricks
Even help hit a couple licks
So she still my bitch
Gotta help a nigga get rich
Get pop she aint never gone snitch
Yea dats my bitch
Go hard she aint never gone quit naw
She as real as a bitch get
Cause dats my bitch

[Verse 1]
I got a down bitch I can ride around wit
From the hood I can smoke me a pound wit
Keep it g she aint wit all dat bullshit
But got her own money far from a groupie bitch
She a dime all round players want to save her
Dey tell her thugga aint gonna love ya, fuck haters
She still by my side she say she cant stand lames
She say her pussy aint for sell you can keep the change
As far as I can tell its a keeper man
Aint tryna argue wit ya baby let you do you
Got me trippin like its too good to be true

My bitch been down when I wasnt shit
She keep it 100 dont switch
Cause dats my bitch
Gave me a safe place for the bricks
Even help hit a couple licks
So she still my bitch
Gotta help a nigga get rich
Get pop she aint never gone snitch
Yea dats my bitch
Go hard she aint never gone quit naw
She as real as a bitch get
Cause dats my bitch

[Verse 2]
Been my number one fan before I got a deal
Got a job still keep me wit a hot meal
Baddest bitch I ever met, you gotta see her
Fine as red wine & pretty as aaliyah
All da hoes hatin on her cause dey want to be her
Can tell I got love for her dey see how I treat her
She say she down to ride for & I believe her
Im gettin love shit I think I got a fever
Never thought id see the day wen I fall in love
Got plenty ? but she da only one im thinkin of
Keep my blunt rolled, clothes ironed for the club
She a down ass bitch for real cuz

[Chorus]
My bitch been down when I wasnt shit
She keep it 100 dont switch
Cause dats my bitch
Gave me a safe place for the bricks
Even help hit a couple licks
So she still my bitch
Gotta help a nigga get rich
Get pop she aint never gone snitch
Yea dats my bitch
Go hard she aint never gone quit naw
She as real as a bitch get
Cause dats my bitch

[Verse 4]
I go to jail I dont even make it to the cell
Im in process she already makin bell
Always on time shit it never fells
She rite behind a nigga cleanin up my trail
Through all my day to day shit its hard to live without her
A nigga be lookin lost wheneva I aint got her
& dem girls betta watch wat dey say
Tryna start shit cause my bitch dont play
She'll scratch never running from a match
Bitch get to talkin reckless she'll put her on her back
On top of dat she stay ready to get it
At any givin minute I can hit it
Cuz dats my bitch

[Chorus]
My bitch been down when I wasnt shit
She keep it 100 dont switch
Cause dats my bitch
Gave me a safe place for the bricks
Even help hit a couple licks
So she still my bitch
Gotta help a nigga get rich
Get pop she aint never gone snitch
Yea dats my bitch
Go hard she aint never gone quit naw
She as real as a bitch get
Cause dats my bitch



Associates

length: 4:33
producer: Mr. Lee
vocal: Slim Thug
guest: J‐Dawg and Z‐Ro
Ain't no such things as friends only associates
So if you run up on me I'm pulling my gun out of my holster *****
I don't like watching my back so when I bust I'm a unload the clip
But I'd rather expect you just give me the respect I'm suppose to get
Gangsta ****

All my *****s is gone my damn ***** done cut
I got sum **** on my dome
Did they love me or what?
I'm one deep with my chrome like I ain't giving a ****
If I got to do this alone **** it that's wassup
They say it's lonely at the top an you
Gon' see who your real friends
No more fo doors I'm riding a coop benz
Keepin' it moving ain't focused on **** but not losing
If you don't **** with me don't **** with me
It's not confusing
And when you speak on my name watch the words your choosing
You soundin' like a hater to me it's so amusing
Instead of moving on trying to do your own thang
You recruiting for the we hate Slim Thug gang
But ain't **** change here mayne
I'm still the same
Life good up out the hood **** I can't complain
These *****s say they down, but they just pretend
I'm ridin' solo to the end
**** friends

Ain't no such things as friends only associates
So if you run up on me I'm pulling my gun out of my holster *****
I don't like watching my back so when I bust I'm a unload the clip
But I'd rather expect you just give me the respect I'm suppose to get
Gangsta ****

Sometimes I wonder if god forgot about me
And would my people miss me if they had to do without me
'Cause anything ain't no love
A ***** you think is yo homie is runnin' up in yo girl every time you leave her lonely
Each and every time I leave my house all three of my guns is on me
Ain't none of you *****s is goin' to
Be kicking or punching on me
And I learned my lesson about callin' my homies when I need 'em
Out of eleven one and a half
Shows up and the rest I still ain't seen 'em
One deep till I'm on my back
Ya'll fellas out might be on my sack
I'll shoot a mutha****er
If a mutha****er jump out of line then I'm a put 'em back in line
2006 beretta, gloc 40 with hollows in mind
It's amazing how something so small can flip yo ***** *** anytime
I'm an og original gangster mayne organized general
Army ready to drop off chemicals
64 545 criminals
But it's business
Whenever I'm seen with a crowd that I'm not feeling
Enter the conversation and paper in my pocket I'm not feeling

Ain't no such things as friends only associates
So if you run up on me I'm pulling my gun out of my holster *****
I don't like watching my back so when I bust I'm a unload the clip
But I'd rather expect you just give me the respect I'm suppose to get
Gangsta ****

I done seen a whole lot in these 26 years
Never thought I had peers that was undercover queers
Tell these snitches in my circle awhile back I would've murked yuh
I vouch for me an mine
'Til the gavel drop down
An judge gave my time since I hogged up
The ripper
The last time I heard from my *****s
Still in denial in the begginin' of my sentence
Two months turned to years and them years
Turned to *****es
Sittin' in my cell doin' sets of push ups
No money no mail that's okay that's wassup
Momma made a man but these streets raised
A soldier
Where they kill a real ***** make a mo daycloder
I never fold up
I'm a do my time *****
I'm a make parole hoe
Get out and shine trick
You **** *****s better stay out my way
I awready wanna blow off yo face
For violating the code *****

Ain't no such things as friends only associates
So if you run up on me I'm pulling my gun out of my holster *****
I don't like watching my back so when I bust I'm a unload the clip
But I'd rather expect you just give me the respect I'm suppose to get
Gangsta ****

Hard

length: 4:07
producer: J. Moses and Bigg Tyme
vocal: Slim Thug
guest: J‐Dawg and Scarface
writer: Marc Broussard, Shannon Sanders, Andrew Ramsey
The streets lights are glowing, everyday's another struggle
I'm moving slowly and silent staring make it so my hustle is airtight
The city streets is hectic, gotta get it
Here tomorrow ain't a promise to me
So I don't live in fear, working til' I touch it, stack it until I need it
I spend it on what I want, reup and that's when I read
It's over you never see me, it's being salt as it's lesser
The *****s straight out the gutta, murder without a question
Product of my surroundings, click clack from downing
All they know is he missing when *****s ain't never found him
Assaulting and stealing yet, I don't live it on regrets
I'm a mutha****in' killer foreal with the same threat
I'm as gangsta as it gets and my advice for you is live your life
Ya never know when *****s might hit you on the city lights
Get it right, ya never know when *****s might hit you on the city lights
Get it right (get it right)

Born and raised on the north blocks, home of the hard knocks
Wanna get rich, find a spot to pump that heart out
Might get robbed or shot if *****s don't think you worthy
In my hood, I saw a lot of gangstas die early
Mama heart broke, and brother feel like he gotta fix it
So he loading up from straps, 'bout to hit it where they kick it
Got a first class ticket to the pen
Seventeen years old but up in there they all men
It's just another day, one come out, another go in
It's hard out here, you can't even trust yo friends
They'll have a ***** set up, whatever by the curb
It's every man for self, oh you ain't heard?
I'm a mutha****in' hog, survive through it all
Stand up tall, we don't fall, naw
I been shot at but ain't been shot
Been in plenty fights but ain't been drop
Always came out on top like a hardknock

Straight up
Yeah, these tattoo tears cover my face
My momma got mad at first but **** she know who she made
I'm a G you gotta pray for me, it is what it is
Why these *****s out here playing, mayne this really my fear
What'chu know about them late nights, no lights and no food?
No diapers for the baby's, the house smell like booboo
Think of what'chu would do, what I tell ya what I does
Walk straight up off the porch, now the game has begun
My big brother on lock, so I stole his gun
He ain't gon' need it where he at, I'm finna go and stuff some crack and that
Big homie knew I had it on my mind
He ain't like it but it's right that run it through my bloodline
He knew if he decline it wasn't goin' to be hard for me to find
So he choose to put me down, and I got up on my grind
If you dawgs and you hoes say I'm glorifying crack
My momma lights off, the whole house pitch black, *****!
Straight up

She Like That

length: 4:41
producer: Mr. Lee
vocal: Slim Thug
guest: Killa Kyleon

[Chorus]
I see the way she checkin' for a gangsta, I know that she like that
I know that she like that (she like that)
The way them diamonds keep shinin' so fine, I know that she like that
I know that she like that (she like that)
The way I keep it so hood, levin' in the wood, candy paint goin' for them photos kept 'em good
She like that, I know that she like that [X3]

[Verse 1 - Slim Thug]
I know she like that, I got her coming right back
She wanna be with a G, she on the right track
Her eyes stuck on my chest with all that ice and
Ain't never seen that much bling, she try'na price that
She like my nice tatts and the way I keep it hood
And how I stay and flip a candy lac grippin' wood
Keep some smoke red eyes behind them Louie Locs
A fresh set of vauxs' wrapped on them super pokes
Stay in the hood but she know a nigga fuckin' broke
Be on the block so much, she think I'm still sellin' dope
If I was running for hood boss, I got a vote
Them haters might keep hatin', but I gotta gloat

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Killa Kyleon]
Lil' mama so super freaky, ya she's my super freak
Just call her my wonder woman, and I'm her super man
Lil' mama so super bad, just like 'em baby kids
Come to my bed where we go ever sense were baby kids
I asked "so sexy can I', get on that Ray J shit
She Rep'd like yes and kept it playin' like a Ray J hit
She love that Ray J shit, she like my second movie
I keep them camera rollin' kick back and watch a movie
But if u want to take your sleepy eyes home girl
Fuckin' good make u wanna take it home girl
But if u want to, we can get it on girl
And we can do it all night long girl
From the women to the world we can never bone
Save the world baby girl u can never know
Hit me any time baby I be right back
Fuckin' like a porn star, I know she like that

[Chorus X2]

Welcome 2 Houston

length: 8:57