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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Slim Thug
Slim Thug
Performer
Sha Money XL
Sha Money XL
Performer
Black Jeruz
Black Jeruz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stayve Thomas
Stayve Thomas
Composer
Michael Clervoix III
Michael Clervoix III
Composer
Robert Smith
Robert Smith
Composer
Allan Wayne Felder
Allan Wayne Felder
Composer
Norman Harris
Norman Harris
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sha Money XL
Sha Money XL
Producer
Black Jeruz
Black Jeruz
Producer
K. Miller
K. Miller
Recording Engineer
Pat Viala
Pat Viala
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(Woman interview) 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 (woman interviewer) 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 (Woman interviewer) 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 (Woman interviewer) 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
Writer(s): Robert Brandon Smith, Stayve Thomas, Norman Ray Harris, Allan Wayne Felder Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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