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We fin to ball this year (what else)
Get money, gon crawl this year (what else)
Yeah, uh, yeah, hey-hey-hey
I'm your pusher man, yeah you understand
I got five hundred grand, buried in the sand
I ain't playing, and a nigga never was
These dick sucking punks out here, gon respect the Thug
I'm like man, who the f**k y'all suppose to be
I'm the Boss, you O.G.'s sco' from me
Bring your do' to me, cock sucker
I own your block, you young dumb motherf**ker
I'm in the kitchen, with my game face on
Making this cocaine, change to a stone
Rock for rock brick for brick, soft to hard
Your boy get it on, on the Boulevard
I'm a hustler, believe that baby
It's the Boss Slim Thug, getting cash on the daily
[Kyleon]
I move work off of blocks, and stones
I hit the blocks and roam, I move work when I rock the zone
Pack of fans approach my hand, and cop the stones
With money and merchandise, they wanna swap for stones
When the block's on, I post up cock my chrome
But if I spot cops, I'ma drop the stone
The block's on like light switches, to day to night switches
I'm serving out packs, of white bitches
[Slim Thug]
When I'm close to that border, close to that border
I got what you need, homie place your order
For a low nice price, I'll change your life
I got snow brown or white, I'll have you right
Got them out of state plates, on my Benz
Thanks to my out of state friends, Slim getting his ends
I'm stacking bread, you heard what the f**k I said
Trunk full of big heads, motherf**k the FEDs, I'm the..
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