to tear they Whole motherfucking label up This the Boss Slim Thugger baby, hit em up Fuck em ha, shouldn't of fucked with me boy [Slim Thug] First I'
Превод: Slim Thug. Hit Em Up.
tear they Whole motherfucking label up This the Boss Slim Thugger baby, hit em up Fuck em ha, shouldn't of fucked with me boy [Slim Thug] First I'll
and sewing up everything up in this bitch, lets go everybody that i'ma come and i'ma kill 'em when we step up in this building and you know that i'ma hit
thugs We must doin' our best to obey god violent in these times Got to do what you gotta do war till ninety-nine Slim nigga gotta get up and go and get
let 'em know from the gate, man, you ain't tellin' no lies I just wanna touch that, I just wanna couple times I just wanna no ties, can a thugsta hit
, they D-E-A-D. Bet I'm thug, don't test me block, trust my dogs. Hit 'em up with a left, right, spot 'em with the beam. There's five trues of mine. What
Bad half You know how a thug in this shit'll end up Spit a round, lift your chin up, you get hit, ten down and ten up (what?) I take it if you run your
swangaz and 'lacs And don't forget to tell the people that the legends are back, yeah [Slim Thug] It's Slim Thug showing H-Town love Used to hit
that grain when I close this fist Diamonds up against the wood in the hood and I can't be missed [Chorus - w/ ad libs] [Verse 2 - Slim Thug] Huh,
I'm swayin lane to lane with my pinky ring glistenin And on my H-Town set, all my cars I wet Me, Paul and Slim Thug made em give us our respect Can't
Makin' million dollas more six figa checks will get signed Slim thug you up next to shine and I can't even lie Wit me and TIP you done wrecked 'em this time foo! When I hit
Hey, what it is pimpin' Slim Thug and T.I.P. doing it B.I.G with B.I.G Ya'll understand what I'm sayin', hey PSC pimpin', ya'll already know what it is
nature, gotta be about my paper Haters, I don't like 'em, bitches, I don't trust 'em Niggas, I can't stand 'em, I creep down and pluck 'em Strap stay
clownest one, you made up, about to get ate up A buck fifty on each side of your face, now lay up Pay up, before you get your fan sprayed up You know
you, baby C'mon shorty That nigga Hov, holla Y'all niggas don't understand Uh uh, they don't understand Flow for 'em, no lemme sing for 'em Just sing for 'em
em [Chorus:] From what I was told niggaz say I'm a hit No Limit like Pac, Hit Death Row and make some mon', now dance hoe And blow, up like the world