prophet, seeking gifts It ain't no stoppin' me, I gotta clock G's T H U G, pop niggas they D E A D Bet a thug don't test me boy I trust my dogs Hit '
the Leprechaun, Slim Thug the Boss Hogg Fin to put it all in y'all face I got too much money, too much cash I bought a new Lac and put it on chrome
fuckin' mind See I'm bout it bout it now is you with it with it? Bitch I don't care how you get ya dough you get it get it Now you can't claim to be
Now I'm getting crazy papes, getting paid from the devils Another amateur trying to damage the pedigree Of the B-I-G-G-I-E, you know it's me Hoes I thought
some of that vinyl for the South knalmtalkinbout? Me and Slim Thug finna ride on out on these bitch ass niggaz! Hold up... [echoes] [Slim Thug:] Smoke
know, it's going down tonight So get ready, you gots to be ready [E.S.G.] I'm talking two bedrooms, gated residential-aire E.S.G. and Boss Hogg, ask
I'm blowin purple stuff, that's purple stuff up in my kidney [Verse 5: Chamillionaire - imitating Killa Kyleon] Run it, hey Lookin at the game, it's
we do it for h-town Tell them boys it's time to lay it dine Tell tell them boys it's time to lay it dine Cause we do it for Cause we do it for Cause
bumped into the whole Screwed Up Click and gave every member in the group a hug Even messed with my boy Slim Thug, he pulled up, you had a heart attack
dem faggots. G-gu-g-g-gu, G-gu-g-g-gu, G-gu-g-g-gu, G-UNOT! Hahahaha Pop off nigga, Hahahaha, Pop off It's me, The G-A-M-E, gone
By G's, and B.G's, O.G's, its time to ride [Verse 16: W.C.] Who the rider, looter through the gutter mayne Chewed up in them Carolina blue Hurricanes
away by the tide By G's, and BG's, O.G's, its time to RIIIIDE! [WC] Who the rider, looter through the gutter mayne? Trued up in them Carolina blue Hurricanes
tide By G's, and B.G's, O.G's, its time to ride [Verse 16: W.C.] Who the rider, looter through the gutter mayne Chewed up in them Carolina blue Hurricanes
It Fool I Done Done It At The Summit Of Rap And I'm Watchin' You Haters Plummit Run To It Or Run From It, To Bun It Don't Give It Wipe The Streets Wit
we go slow Blaze up the endo, raise up the window That's the way thugs, and gangstas roll [Slim Thug] Baby take my advice, I'll lead you right You need a thug
(feat. Daz, Mike Wilson) [talking] Yeah, Daz Dilinger, E.S.G., Slim Thug Doing it up real big, ha-ha What's going down my nigga [E.S.G.] Let me see
leave the crib, without a murder weapon) [E.S.G.] Now keep the sell us on the real, it's from the man with the grill E.S.G. what's up Bun B, you from