Hogg Life, Vol. 2: Still Surviving Album

Artist(s): Slim Thug

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Slim Thug Hogg Life, Vol. 2: Still Surviving Cover Art

Tracklist

Thugs Do

length: 2:32

Prod. By Mr. Lee

[Intro]
We're not against rap, we're not against rappers
But we are against those thugs

[Verse 1: Slim Thug]
I got money to make, I got hoes to fuck
I got weed to smoke, I got bottles to bust
Yeah, I know tippa come for us
When you a nigga that don't give a mothafuck
Yeah I come from the hood, yeah I used to move birds
Yeah I got me a slab and yeah I sip on that syrup
Yeah my last name thug, I make it rain in em clubs
And keep a bunch of bad bitches that stay ready to fuck
Keep new J's on my toes, keep a Rollie that's gold
Keep that Desert E on me just in case a nigga get bold
State smoking exotic, roll with some niggas that's bout it
That'd chop up yo body, if anybody get bodied
Yeah nigga to try me or I do you myself
Pussy niggas like to sueing, call police for help
I get high everyday, I remember it myself
Its fucked up, its true, but this what thugs do

[Hook x2: Slim Thug]]
But this what thugs do

[Verse 2: Slim Thug]
I got bitches to break, I got licks to hit
I got outta time connects on bricks and shit
I ain't got time to chill, these bills comin' too quick
I'm tryna get some mo' meals I ain't through getting rich
Got bitches tryna [?] me, got haters tryna jack me
I got AK's for days, making sure they don't catch me
Feds at my crib, tryna see how I live
I just filed child support and I don't know who they is
People asking for money like I ain't work for the shit
Then they call a nigga selfish like they work for this shit
That's why I roll solo, it be yo friends that get ya
Giving niggas the world, they still stop fucking with ya
Back when they get they own, they nowhere in the picture
Turned yo back and braat, them shells gon' hit ya
Its either kill or be killed, mane ain't nothing new
Its fucked up and true
But this what thugs do

[Hook x2: Slim Thug]
But its what thugs do

Still Surviving

length: 3:42
(Prod. By Mr. Lee)

(Verse)
If ya don't fuck wit me, I don't fuck wit ya
If ya don't ride for me, bitch I ain't gon' ride for ya
All exchange, no robberies in my life
Mad niggas get the livings life right
Reach for my phone, guess what i see
Haters talkin' down already bitch I'm still sleepy
Why ya thinkin' bout me early in the mornin'
Wakin' up hatin' ain't even finished on it
Is it cuz a nigga still surviving
Cuz I'm still gettin' mine is that's surpisin'
I been doing this shit fo' a long time
Ya niggas just be rappin' in yo last line

(Hook)
I'm still survivin'
I'm still survivin'
Neva apologizin'
Cuz bitch I'm still survivin'
I'm still survivin'
Where my hunnid ground highs mane
I'm still survivin'

(Verse 2)
Pop, poppin' out five hundred thousand dolla rolls
Taking a bitch shit
Left the damn mall, and they already know
Ah shit there the thugga go
They say I kept to much
Same bitch niggas say I rap too much
How the hell ya hate a hustler
Broke niggas ya ain't even my customers
Mind yo muthafuckin' business, I'm bossed up, I'm boss living
She a give me head until the top
Pussy niggas ya just mad that I took yo dog

(Hook)

(Verse 3)
All life, all life, this shit don't stop
Lookin' at what they pullin' up in that big drop
At the top back lookin' like a superstar
Two dimes wit me bout to pull a menage a trois
No broad, no panties in my ride
Respect the dress code when ya get inside
I'm alive, I'm alive, I know plenty that died
Or got locked up that's fucked up for just tryin' to survive
Still jumpin' on them bitches like the Sauce Twins
Ya on the Bentley or the Benz, fuck with me and still win
We ain't got up to ten, we gon' live life right
Stay high as a kite, pull every dime in my sight, right

(Hook)

Piece N Chain

length: 3:33

Prod. By Mr. Lee

[Intro: Pimp C]
Bitch if you ain't Slim Thug bitch I don't fuck with you, you know what I'm talmbout
Ole bitch ass niggas
You niggas riding around with yo funny ass down
Bitch I'ma groin you in your fucking stomach ho

[Hook: Pimp C]
Piece and the chain
Grain and the leather
Watch the piece and the chain
Grain and the leather (x7)

[Verse 1: Slim Thug]
Watch the piece and the chain
Grain and the leather
H-Town, Texas ain't nobody did it better
Trendsetter made the whole world copy
My own boss can't nobody stop me
When I pull up big rolls on 4's at yo hoes
You soft behind the pussy and she told you exposed
I'm a pimp like young Sweet Jones
Like smoking swishers while your bitch give me dome
Still rode chrome through the streets of Acres Homes
And I'ma be a real nigga, til a nigga gone
OG status the world lookin' at us
We shinin' like diamonds and our bitches is the baddest
Look at my

[Hook: Pimp C]
Piece and the chain
Grain and the leather
Watch the piece and the chain
Grain and the leather (x7)

[Verse 2: Slim Thug]
Never change mane, I do this shit for Pimp
Still keep it trill, still shinin' on them wimps
Fuck what you talkin', bitch I'm still ballin'
Hit the boulevard on the 4's yeah they crawlin'
Like Gators we some true H-Town players
Run the city like I'm the mayor
Been gettin', still ain't fall off
Still coming down clean reppin' for that North
Talk the talk, do the walk like Thugga walk
Say whatever but them shinin' like Thugga shine
What them boys talking bout mane, I been on my grind
Still comin' down clean, piece and chain shine

[Hook: Pimp C]
Piece and the chain
Grain and the leather
Watch the piece and the chain
Grain and the leather (x7)

[Verse 3: Slim Thug]
Still the realest nigga in it
Did it independent
Made it out the hood, I told them boys I'm gonna get it
Got tired of being broke, instead of live for less
I'm tryna keep a new piece of chain on my chest
Still do it for the city, never gon' stop
Tryna keep the real niggas at the top
Stacking my stacks
Still buyin' new 'Lacs
Still sellin' out the stores like my shit crack
I still gotta keep it trill mane
Aye fuck what they do I keep it real mane
Aye been shinin' since the grill mane
Been coming down, no deal mane

[Hook: Pimp C]
Piece and the chain
Grain and the leather
Watch the piece and the chain
Grain and the leather (x7)

Flipping on 4'S

length: 3:37

Prod. By Mr. Lee

[Hook x2: Biggie]
Money, hoes, and clothes
Blunt smoke coming out the nose, is all a nigga knows
Flipping on foes, putting
Watching the stash grow, clocking the cash flow

[Verse 1: Slim Thug]
Money, hoes and clothes, is all a nigga know
And I been saying that shit since back in '04
Born in the hood but refuse to stay broke
Had to get rich, got tired of selling dope
Grind into the top now my momma living good
Living them dreams we was having in the hood
Boys better quit tripping and get up on their paper
Stop saving these hoes and avoid all these haters
Can't kick they ass nowadays they'll sue
When under pressure Your best friends telling on you
Where them bitches at, I keep plenty dimes
Money, hoes and clothes is all in my mind

[Hook x2: Biggie]
Money, hoes, and clothes
Blunt smoke coming out the nose, is all a nigga knows
Flipping on foes, putting tags on toes
Watching the stash grow, clocking the cash flow

[Verse 2: Slim Thug]
I speak the truth, never tell you lies
Still a hunnid ain't switch like them other guys
New year new levels of this boss life
Hopping out the drive rows like, suprise
And now them haters can't believe they eyes
Swear I wasn't gonna be shit, bitch apologize
Wanna see me lose, but a nigga still winning
Wanna see me stop but them 4's still spinnin'
Went from cheering for a nigga to being a hater
The gift in the curse of getting this paper
See ya later broke niggas I got new neighbors
Plus its cause I'm still getting new paper

[Hook x2: Biggie]
Money, hoes, and clothes
Blunt smoke coming out the nose, is all a nigga knows
Flipping on foes, putting tags on toes
Watching the stash grow, clocking the cash flow

[Verse 3: Slim Thug]
Now look who creeping, look who crawling
Look who still balling in the mix
Still sticking long dick in your bitch
Your section full of niggas, my section full of hoes
At the club tryna fight, what you mad for
Everybody who I know mad mad cause they broke
I came to sell a grade, I made mills and making mo'
Meek free, DJ gonna play that intro
And everything he named on it but that lambo
Cause I couldn't fix same shit with yo bitch
You ain't gotta spit game to em when you getting rich
If I ain't broke boy then gonna fix ya
[?]

[Hook x2: Biggie]
Money, hoes, and clothes
Blunt smoke coming out the nose, is all a nigga knows
Flipping on foes, putting tags on toes
Watching the stash grow, clocking the cash flow

Talking Texas

length: 4:12

[Produced by Mr. Lee]

[Verse]
I'm from Texas, nigga where the Cadillac push us
Bitches blowing up my phone, but I'm in the kitchen cooking up the work
Still got bricks for the dirt
I be on my grind, gettin' mine, haters hearts hurt
Cause a nigga stay shinin', pullin' up in some foreign
Steppin' out clean to the grand Ralph Lauren
Bitches on my dick cause my paper stacks tall
And they see me everday in the galeria mall
Bitch I'm 6'6 tall like I play basketball
But I'm still ballin', Slim Thugga never fall
15 years later paper still gettin' longer
And a nigga freestyle game gettin' stronger
Used to [?] on the corner
Now I'm sellin' this to fiends
Breakin' boys off, on swangs lookin' clean
And they looking thick, I'm talkin' all the menage
Got a pitch in my penthouse give them massage
Bentley in my garage, bitch I been ballin'
I ain't never stopped and hell yeah the ho's callin'
Stay blowin' up my phone, tryna get some paper
Garage full of cars, stay shitin' on my neighbours
When I'm pullin' out clean
Sippin' on lean
It's that boy Thugga and I'm shuttin' down the scene
Got a pocket full of green and a phone full of ho's
I be hittin' Pappadeaux, lobster on my plate oh
A nigga like me eatin' real good and I came from the hood
Been the boss, mane and the shit is understood
Still grippin' on wood in the foreign
Bitches ain't trippin', oh no haters I ain't boring
Roll with the strap, got the judge sittin' close
If a nigga fuck with me he gon' get burnt like toast
Cause I'm a real G and ain't playing games
And everybody in the streets know my motherfucking name
I putted in my work, I putted in my time
So now a G like me sittin' back to shine
Lookin' off top floors, still close candy do's
Thugga never trippin', you ho's know how we got by the paper
Fetti got a paper green, I ain't stickin' my dick in none of you ho's giving me green
You bitches better brang it, Thugga stay swangin'
Hit the boulevard came through game changin'
Still gaining fame and I'm still gainin' bucks
And you bops mad at me cause I don't give a fuck
Them niggas is some simps
Bitch, we some pimps
Walking in the 5th with a motherfucking limp
Poppin' up golden bottles
Section full of models
Yeah a boss like me smash Ferrari throttles
Smash Ferrari throttles, going real fast
Mashin' 6-10 200 on the dash
All about the cash, hell yeah I'm gettin' paper
And I don't give a fuck about no motherfucking hater
R.I.P. Pimp C niggas like me keep it trill
And even when them other niggas fake, I keep it real
Ain't got no deal, I ain't got shit for me
Still gettin' paper, you ain't know I'm a boss
See Imma buy more paper, Imma buy more money
Broke niggas better look at a nigga funny
Yeah I got them looking sick
I took them niggas chicks
And now they all mad cause they bitches on my dick
BHO click and them niggas still rich
Told you 15 years ago, Imma keep makin' hits
Shot out to that J-Dawg, shot out to the Killa
Shot out Young Black I'm talking all my gorillas
C-Ward served daily, all my dawgs from the camp
And we still shinin' like some motherfucking limps
Ain't loving no tramp, bitch I dick 'em down and deuce 'em
I ain't even trippin', hit the boulevard and lose 'em
Cruisin' real slow while I sip on the cruiser
You niggas talking down, but you niggas is some losers
Bitch I'm a winner, shinin' since the beginning
It's that boy Thug Boss I'm still getting

On Top

length: 4:01

[Hook]
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'...!

[Verse 1: 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...

[Hook]
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

[Verse 2: 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!

[Hook]
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

[Verse 3 :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...

[Hook]
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

O.G. Talk

length: 4:40

[Verse:]
26 inches off the grind
Flipping through my city the whole time
But that's what I’m doing now
I bet that's what I’m doing now
You boys just be repping you ain't livin big
Brother this the nigga that be living big
Been had that shit everything you trying to do
My old hoes to you niggers is new
I been run through those broad been cuddle
Been dick them down 9 ways I ducked them
Looking for the next bad bitch
I ain't never been a sucker I’ve always been on that bomb shit
Now these new niggers been acting crazy
I don't know what going on but they be saving all these ladies
Uh the game change man the game change
Them boys looking lame men them boys looking lame
Still the same big boss the same big daddy
Ain’t nothing change still keeping flipping new catties
Can't drop can't stop if black trunk pop pocket
Keep a fat mack and those haters gonna watch
And fans going to watch
Still holding down my spot cause niggers still don't got what i got
I’m the boss bitch went got rich quick nigga making excuse
Now nigga living my life why you niggers is useless
Step up your game man step up your game
Quit acting like a bitch you always crying man
Hey like mike jones i’m on the money train
If you ain’t about the change get the fuck off man
You niggers want a baby sitter
Now i’m a grown man with kids i ain’t down with you
I’m grown with those bosses kesy
Brand new houses man
With your spouse's dropping their bras and panties
I’m a mother fucking gangster OG nigga
I ain’t seen nobody that can see me with her nigga
Next time bitch i’m living that i made a host of beast
But i’m a skull of bad gotta get my paper right get more fat stacks
Boy see this OG recking tracks
Balling to the max when you see me I’ll be on the radio and all on your TV
On my own shit on my own shit
I’m through with your bitch through with your bitch
Let her flip some foreign get your mouth open now
And now nigga i’m barring i ain't doing no touring
I’m at the crib chillin chicks still calling making it killing
Still making millions sitting on my king throne
Thinking back to shouting at that lakers home
Shout out shout out to the stand bitch it is bread
These niggers acting scared of hustling to make the bread
Addicted to the paper my money growing long
So i’m going to keep on reppin on this microphone
Still at it hey freestyle automatic
I ain't flipping for no static I’m just trying to keed my hungry
With these paper haters still talking shit
These niggers now a days been acting like a bitch
No one tell these niggers they talk to much
Road by myself cause niggers feel too much
And a nigga trying to win man
Trying to get the paper once i been made
I’m a still stay real though
Still you niggers keep changing you ain't real bro
Let the soul spilled over still popping paint
Still popping seals though dugger dugger

Do Whatcha Do

length: 3:59

Got Hoes?

length: 3:11

[Verse 1:]
We got hoes (We got hoes) [x4]
Getting money but we want some more
Planting money but we want some more
Bad bitches got them watching
When we pull up top dropping
About to be stunting on the crowd
And we from there so we keep it long
If ever the H still making them proud
And if you want to hate you can get your ass out
You can get your ass wopped or you can get smashed out
And me and my niggers we dont pass out
Hey we about money getting doe
And that drop top getting blowed
When i pull up at your hoes
Cause when they see me they ready to go Eh eh eh oh no

[Hook:]
We got hoes (We got hoes) [x4]
Hoes in fours (Hoes in fours)
Plenty more (Plenty more)
Piece of rock they pineapple them eh eh eh
We got hoes (We got hoes) [x2]
And it's plenty
Plenty more
We ain't tripping with you bro
If you want to come for her just let a nigga know
Hey we got hoes and we players

[Verse 2:]
And we shine around the city like the mayor (fuck the mayor)
And we won't stop we keep on climbing
And them real niggers keep on vining
Cause we hustle and ain't quit
Since a long time we go about this shit
You boys know that thyme is bitch
I’ve been dropping hits since you were about 6
Hopped out the door I’m too cold
Get a bad bitch and get her to stay
To the hotel and get her to fuck
Facts change boo be both gonna bust eh eh eh

[Hook:]
We got hoes (We got hoes) [x4]
Hoes in fours (Hoes in fours)
Plenty more (Plenty more)
Piece of rock they pineapple them eh eh eh
We got hoes (We got hoes) [x2]
And it's plenty
Plenty more
We ain't tripping with you bro
If you want to come for her just let a nigga know
I know i’m your favorite

Bottles

length: 3:52

[Hook]
Bottles on me
Bottles on me, long as someone drink it

[Verse 1]
Bottles on me, long as someone drink it
We bring the party to the club, got our own bank with
[?] off the roof
And I'm still shining like a diamond tooth
Used to rock them hoes in old way
Me and my niggas never been fake
I guess this my first song with Drake
But he don't know we on that mama stake
I fuck with cake, fuck with bread
If you ain't bout that to me you dead
Ain't worried bout you, worried bout you
Cause we ain't never heard about you, heard about you

[Hook]
Bottles on me
Bottles on me, long as someone drink it

[Verse 2]
Ace of Spades by the case
Patron shots to my motherfucking fakes
Pineapple ciroc got bitches gone
Them gangster bitches like that brown, that's that strong
Plenty henessy, duce, e don't play
Send a couple bottles to the DJ
Everyday I'm on my grind gettin' it
While y'all boys be bullshittin' with it
Party bus 40 deep
39 bitches and it's me
I know they mad, I know they mad
Bitch we still acting bad

[Hook]
Bottles on me
Bottles on me, long as someone drink it

[Verse 3]
I just wanna get fucked up
I just wanna get fucked up
I just wanna get fucked up
And fuck one of you bad bitches that's south in my section
So fucked up ain't reached for protection
[?] and I bust then
Told her she so bad let's have twins
Cause she a twin, two bad bitches
I try to stay away from you sad bitches
Are you mad, bitches cause they talking this and that
Give me my money from my motherfucking bottles back

[Hook]
Bottles on me
Bottles on me, long as someone drink it

Oh Lord

length: 3:43

[Verse:]
From back then till now
Oh Lord (Oh Lord)
Real niggers never changes outr ways keep it 100
That's why you see me in every hood in my city and
Some stunting Rowe fore lack rowe whatever i want to roll
I sell that shit back if i don’t like it
I’ll take it back and get something like it
Keep new nike’s on my feet pocket full of greens
As a matter of fact i only smoke papers
Bitches say they love thugg
But i gave all them slick ass hoes the vapors
They be trying to blow papers thinking a nigga gonna fall
For the trap bitch you gotta ball
And all ya’ll niggers talk big but
That shit you smoking be small
Starting like smoking a blunt don't fuck with a hoe they frontin like
Still hit the club every week and they hoes coming right
Heading to the fifth tonight nigga got about 20 bitches
Hit the live got too drunk threw away all my riches
Should have kept it in my pocket now i miss all them dick heads
And i can't name another rapper in my city that did what i did
Spend you mother fucking week at the jail
Bring clothes for your haters that's trying to close me
And bitch I’m the boss and all ya’ll broke mother fuckers
Right here going to buy me
Pull up in something clean like a King
You know every year that's how we gonna do it
I know they mad because of their bitch
And I’m still shining just trying to get use to it
Cause i’ve seen a lot come and i see a lot go but i still shine
Trying to get the boss out the gang but you still going to hold it down
You can’t do it all the time but i ain’t going back to jail
I’m the boss and i belong in a million dollar house not no sale
Niggers trying to kill each other over bullshit
Man i ain't got no time or it
That why when they mess with my line i push in and empty it
All about my stacks if you ain't trying to chase money
Then move on with it that's why i left them niggers alone
While real hard i got to go get it
Either you down or you ain't
Ain't no in between nigga
And while you trying to get your life right
I’m a keep increasing these figures
All you niggers give a fuck about is getting high ain't doing shit
While what i give a fuck about is trying to get more rich
Never want to work never had a job never give a shit for life
So I’m a grind my ass out till my nigga looking damn super tight
Can't fall off can't fall off and i’m still broke
But it about that hood green you gotta move up

Chuuch

length: 5:38