Slim Thug Lyrics

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The Bossman Lyrics

(*talking*)

 Slim Thugger, The Bossman, ha

 I'm bout to start open hands smacking these punks

 Around mayn, what's wrong with Big Pic

 Come to the Boss, ha, they must don't know who I am

 Listen, let me tell you

 

 [Slim Thug]

 Introducing from Houston, Slim Thug the Boss

 Champion with no loss, known for running his mouth

 I break em off, back back track for track

 Try to attack, come on I pack the Mack

 I shut em down, turn them clown smiles to frowns

 The quick to get down, when the Boss come around

 They don't want it, let me demolish all my opponents

 They want the Boss crown, but uh Slim Thug own it

 I'm changing the game, doing this underground thang

 Ever since I represent this, it ain't been the same

 First I pull up on swangs, trunk pop and top drop

 And next year on 20's, lil' later non-stopping

 On them Sprewells, I hear a lot of cats rap about it

 But I'm the only rapper in H-Town, that got it

 I speak the truth, everytime I touch the booth

 And I ain't drop a solo yet, cause I ain't hurt the loot, hatas

 

 (*talking*)

 Getting this money baby, know I'm saying

 A lot of people against me, cause they see a young

 Playa getting his shine on, getting his grind on

 Know I'm saying, doing what he wanna do

 But that go with the territory, you know I'm saying

 Young Hogg getting money, Boss Hogg Outlaws

 

 [Slim Thug]

 Getting paper, that's why I'm the main subject of these hatas

 They hate to see me riding Harley's, sitting on Gators

 And ask y'all jewelry man, who holding the crown

 Y'all can get a record deal, I still be holding it down

 Blow dro pounds, nothing but the best for the Boss

 21 years old, in a six bedroom house

 Hustle-holic, CEO shots I call it

 If you name it I crawl it, if I want it I bought it

 I put it in they face, punks should of stayed in they place

 They done pissed off the Boss, so I'm making em pay

 Lil' Mario is trash, Big Pic is trash

 A.D., J-Dawg, Young Capo is trash

 Lil' Pluck is trash, Northstar is trash

 Big Ballin is trash, all thanks from the past

 Haters never been the same, since I left the House

 Make way for the heavyweight, undisputed Boss

 

 (*talking*)

 People gon talk down, you know I'm saying

 It's all about how you handle it

 Talk all day, see how I'm rolling, ain't too many

 Playas out there, doing what I do

 Y'all might not wanna give me my respect

 But I'ma take it at all times, feel me

 

 [Slim Thug]

 I'm feeling like I'm wasting my time, wasting my rhymes

 Getting crunk with these punks, that ain't making a dime

 But they got out of line, when they spoke my name

 They showed they was real haters, when they spoke my name

 They must of smoked they brain, thinking they can touch me

 I know I ain't the best rapper, but they can't touch me

 I won't go to Jay-Z, and try to hate for fame

 And I'm like him to them, so I expect the same

 Lil' Yo you a Robin, you can't be Batman

 So sit on the sideline, and just follow my plans

 I make the rules, break em and I break you fool

 Call Slim Thug out, and get ready to lose

 I've been in your shoes, and didn't like the way they fit

 So I got my mind right, and went got what I get

 Them dolla signs, focus on yours not mine

 Y'all can't touch the Boss, Slim Thug bottom line

 

 (*talking*)

 Really, I do this here for the cash man

 I ain't expect this, there's a couple mo' hundred

 Thousand in my pocket, you know I'm saying

 They get out of line, I answer that

 Boys thought they can call me out, and get away with it

 Got another thing coming, I'm a man not a woman, for real