the way, now [chorus 2x] [blue flame] Blue flame's blood stain, it's a thug thing Take slugs, I love pain, yo there ain't enough pain I speak thug
[Nature] Fire.. it's fire, put the fire out Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo I got the whole city stoppin, O.G.'s diddy-boppin Playin my shit, critics sayin my shit
'm talking hard hitters We out here stunting, while most of you niggaz faking and fronting Slim Thug and E.S.G. and Lil' Ke, we pay for hunting It's
its time to lay it dine cause we do it for cause we do it for cause we do it for h-town [Verse 2 - Slim Thug] H-Town nawfside That's where the boss
N to the S to the T To the F to the I to the E to the D You know the S to the E to the R to the V Always ready to cock to the glock Niggas drop to the
G R O U P I E They told me that she ain't a freak, told me that she ain't a freak G R O U P I E They told me that she ain't a freak, told me that she
Full time playa just like Big Hawk Make them say "ugh" like Master P Do the body like P-A-T Swang and bang like E.S.G. G's and ballers like HSE If I'm
turquoise blue [Verse 4 - Chamillionaire - imitating E.S.G.] All the way to Louisiana I know you gutter niggaz feel me I keep a loaded heater that's
of the gimmicks, I am the realest y'all niggas is goofy I miss that U.G.K. free that Pimp C, man let the truth free I heard that E.S.G. fixin' to drop
inch rim Who's that gangsta? Spiceberg Slim Who's that trippin'? Hustla pimpin'? Gangsta limpin'? Spiceberg Slim (Spice 1) You ain't a thug, youse a
e splashed out i'll put it away till i slap you with it again and again i gotta bro who's up for some spanking in fact he's behind stage too now wanking
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
hoe Top down 64 radio AC blow They peep though think that automatically 'Cause this nigga roll with Puff Daddyo He gotta be ridin' in a B E N T L E,
6'4", radio and AC blow, JD don't think that automatically 'cause this nigga roll with Puff Daddy yo he gotta be, ridin' in the B-E-N-T-L-E but Y? 'cause
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 '
last, than your daddy in the bank I'm top rank, Slim Thug gon talk the talk Walk the walk, we can bet ball for ball We some paid young G's, with too
. Top down 64 radio AC blow They peep though think that automatically 'cause this nigga roll with Puff Daddyo he gotta be ridin' in a B-E-N-T-L-E but
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