right) [Slim Thug:] Born and raised on the North blocks, home of the hard-knocks Wanna get rich, find a spot to pump that hard out Might get robbed
my city bitch you better come with cautioness, the game think that he a marcine, people need to approach my phantom with procaution. (chorous) I go hard for my city. I go hard
right) [Slim Thug:] Born and raised on the North blocks, home of the hard-knocks Wanna get rich, find a spot to pump that hard out Might get robbed and
throuogh my city bitch you better come with cautioness, the game think that he a marcine, people need to approach my phantom with procaution. (chorous) I go hard for my city. I go hard
crime pays Just like Paul Wall got me "sittin sideways" And I can't forget about the homie Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones, Skeet screw the fuckin song I fuck with Slim Thug
death His last breath, a lesson I posses like jewels Stay thugged out keep it movin' [Yaki Khadafi] Halfway thugs are buged when we stalk the streets Sort of like thugs
: (feat. Slim Thug) [Verse 1:] Working so hard, every night and day And now we get the pay back Trying so hard, saving up the paper Now we get to lay
shining hard up in this motherfucker [Chorus:] So hit the lights, lights, lights So hit the lights, hit the lights Tell them all, tell them tell them hard
up in this muh'fucker We spray corners, stand there like you got a cape on ya, fine You'll be wearing a black suit a long time I put your crew in hard
: (feat. T.I., Slim Thug) [T.I.] hey wut it is pimpin, Slim Thug n T.I.P. doing it B.I.G wit B.I.G (ye a ye yea..) yall understand wut im sayin (heyy
in the USA But my first time to gaze at her And wave at her was at KNICKS game Islamic name hard to spit game My thug look made nervous, her Secret Service
It's like shootin yourself, it's a suicide KLC rock the beat, hittin hard like dirt Niggas in the Nolia know him as Big Hurt Just like Soulja Slim he
life for life (Don't let go) Its worth the hang on (Don't Let Go) Yea What What (Life life) Check this out I'm the hardest of the hardest The realest
: (feat. Trick Daddy, Slim Thug & Roger Back) Juicy J: I got to stay fly iii iiii iiiii iii ii till i dieii iii ii iii iii i got to stay fly iii
s my time (Rick Ross) It's my time (Finna' lay back on this shit man) (Dade County dope boy) [Verse 1:] I'm not a slim thug, I'm a fat mack I don't give
this party to crakin all these barby doll models make the champs start backin 550s everywhere nothing cant depend it, hes on his fifth premiere at seven it aint even eleven thug boss slim thug
right there at that gamblin spot, Stackin up a fat knot [Chorus x2] I'm a block-burner like Lil Wayne, improvise in the game like King James, The heads turnin like Slim Thug
it's a mutual feeling [Hook - 2x] [Slim Thug] All outsiders looking in, think they know where I been Trying to be my friend, cause of the position I'm in They know Slim Thug
