What`s good everybody?
It`s your girl Alana D.
Chillin` with my boy the boy slim thug
He`s from Texas
Now son you`ve been doin` it real big for awhile
But please, tell us what`s the secret to your success?
[Slim]
I`m a bonafide hustla
Used to have to bust bricks down in half
in order to see the cash
That`s in the past
Niggas outta see the stash
Went straight to the bentley
Skilled, the S-class
I was a star before I signed autographs
This the beginning, y`all ain`t seen my last
When I call myself a hustla,
I ain`t talking about moving rocks
I`m talkin` bout them 9`s and them aks and them glocks
When y`all was on the corner
out there runnin` from them cops
I was out there sellin` all them local crack spots
Boyz in blue and we creep deep
Motherfuckin` police
we make the rules in the streets nigga
I feel you
I feel you
Now we talk about the style of Texas
NOw many seem to think cause you got that Texas style
That`s gonna limit your success
Tell us what you think about that
[Slim]
I`m an H-town nigga
So FUCK y`all niggas
Got a fo`-fo` thatta buck y`all niggas
Stay out my way
Cause nigga I`m not for play
Ya niggas say you G`s
That must mean you niggas gay
He`s from H-town
But he don`t stay where I stay
I`m from the land of the killers
He don`t lay where I lay
So get it right motherfuckers
Don`t try to put me in the same shoes as them suckers
There`s a real thick line between rhymers and some hustlas
Them niggas ain`t no gangstas,
Them niggas is some bustas
Okay talk to `em
I see you here with all these diamonds, all these chains
You drivin` around in bentley`s
But I don`t ever see you with any security,
Please, what`s the word on that
[Slim]
Pistol grip pump in my lap at all times
They be checkin` other fools, but they ain`t checkin` mine
You run up tryin` you gon` be lyin` down dyin`
When you hear that clock clock sound comin` out of the iron
I ain`t no fuckin` punk, I suggest you niggas chill
Cause if I pop this trunk, then somebody gon` get killed
This ain`t no rap act, my nigga I`m really real
Go on run your ass up, and watch me stop you with the steel
Niggas must be on peel, cause it`s evident they
think the boss went soft cause I got a record deal
I do this rap shit cause makin` hits pay my bills
And I could give a fuck what you other suckers feel
For real
Aight yo, keep doin` your thing
We lookin` out for you brother
You got anything else in the works
What can we expect from you in the future?
[Slim]
Boys in blue, comin` soon
