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(*talking*)
Yeah, it's finally here
Long-awaited, anticipated album
From the Dirty South motherfucking Boss, Slim
all the years, with no motherfucking deal
Through the shit
Here it is nigga, I'm platinum

(Slim Thug)
Yeah you bootleggers stop me, other rappers can't top me
both try hard to copy, but artwork still sloppy
You not me, I'm the real Boss of the city still
Regardless if I sell a hundred thousand, or I sell a
I'm already platinum, paid
With eight cars a big house, that's already
Was made, before the major deal
I pulled a Bentley off the lot, and felt how that
I turned corners through the hood, my Phantom wheel
And you can find me in the hood, on still
Majors must of got tired, of hearing me say fuck a
Cause they put some'ing in my pocket, made a nigga
shit changed mayn, it's a new game mayn
Got with Pharrell, now I'm for real fame mayn
They asking questions, why the hell he did this
And my reply, is get the out of my business
Bitch I'm the Boss, cause I do I choose
I refuse to lose, you niggaz got a confused
Get off my dick, and quit trying to dictate my
I'm still climbing and higher, my grind on cruise
your opinions to yourself, and don't speak on mine
You ain't gon no fish, trying to watch my line
Just lay back put your locs on, and me shine
I drove this car this far, try to stop me now
And it don't matter if a nigga, go platinum or
I'm good in the hood, how I got it befo'
Hooked up with Trak, then went got it some mo'
Now the FED's can't tell, what I got on my

(*talking*)
Houston, we have a motherfucking
The Boss has arrived, and I give a fuck where you look in the world
You ain't gon find a nigga, who it like me
Without a deal
All these fake niggaz misrepresenting the H, you move around
All haters getting out, and starched the fuck down (already platinum)