Slim thug off, the boss man.
I'm about to start open hand smacking these punks around man.
Strong with these two.
Don't get above me.
They must not know who I am.
Listen, let me tell you.
Introducing from Houston, Slim Thug, the boss.
Champion with no loss.
Known for running his mouth.
I break him off back to back.
Track for track.
Try to attack.
Come on.
I pack the Mac.
I shut him down.
Turn them clown smiles to frowns.
They quick to get down.
When the boss come around, they don't want it.
Let me demolish all my opponents.
They want the boss crowned with a Slim Thug on it.
I'm changing the game.
Doing this underground thing.
Ever since I represent this, it ain't been the same.
First I pull up on swangs.
Trunk popping, top dropping.
Next year on 20s.
Little later, non -stopping on those freewheels.
I hear a lot of cats rap about it.
But I'm the only rapper in H -town that got it.
I speak the truth every time I touch the booth.
And I ain't drop a solo yet because I ain't hurt for loot.
Haters, we're getting this money, baby.
You know what I'm saying?
A lot of people against me.
They see a young player getting his shine on.
Getting his grind on.
You know what I'm saying?
Doing what he want to do.
That just go with the territory.
You know what I'm saying?
Young Howl getting money.
Boss Howl out loud.
I'm getting paper.
That's why I'm the main subject of these haters.
They hate to see me riding Harleys.
Sitting on gators.
And ask y 'all, jury man, who holding the crime?
Y 'all can get a record deal.
I still be holding it down.
Blow Drove Pines.
Nothing but the best for the boss.
21 years old.
In a six bedroom house.
Us a Howlick.
CEO shots.
I caught it.
If you name it, I crowd it.
If I wanted, I bought it.
I put it in they face.
Punks should have stayed in they place.
They done pissed off the boss.
So I'm making them pay.
Lil Mario is trash.
Big Pic is trash.
H -DJ Dogg.
Young Capo is trash.
Lil Pluck is trash.
North Star is trash.
Big Ballin is trash.
Y 'all thanks from the past.
Haters never been the same since I left the house.
Make way for the heavyweight undisputed boss.
People gone talk down.
You know what I'm saying?
It's all about how you handle it.
Talk all day.
See how I'm rolling.
Ain't too many players out there doing what I do.
Y 'all might not want to give me my respect.
But I'm a take it at all times.
Feel me?
I'm feeling like I'm wasting my time.
Wasting my rhymes.
Getting crunk with these punks that ain't making a dime.
But they got out of line when they spoke my name.
They showed they was real haters when they spoke my name.
They must have smoked they brain.
Thinking they can touch me.
I know I ain't the best rapper.
But they can't touch me.
I won't go to Jay -Z and try to hate for fame.
And I'm like him to them so I expect the same.
Lil' Yo, you a robber and you can't beat that man.
So sit on the sideline and just follow my plans.
I make the rules.
Break them and I break you fool.
Call Slim Thug.
I done get ready to lose.
I been in your shoes.
And didn't like the way they fit.
So I got my mind right and went got what I get.
Them dollar signs.
Focus on yours not mine.
Y 'all can't touch the boss Slim Thug bottom line.
Really?
I do this stuff for the cash blad.
I ain't expect this.
There's a couple more hundred thousand in my pocket.
You know what I'm saying?
I get out of line I answer that.
Before I stop thinking Kyle be out and get away with it.
Got another thing coming.
I'm a man not a woman.
For real.
