| Lyrics: | (*talking*)
Somebody's burning close to the ground
I ain't gon panic, I've been here
before
But I ain't gon lay down, naw naw you sucker
I ain't gon lay down,
(*laughing*)
[Slim Thug]
It's the return, of the young boss
None other than the
young Slim Thugger, bout to break them boys off
Spread the word I got plex
I'm destroying
these hating niggaz, who got next
I'm bout to clear the set like Lil' Wayne, for disrespecting
my game
Your one second of fame, killed your whole career mayn
You niggaz oughtta be
ashamed, talking down on me
But you're cutthroat, that's why you turned around on me
Phony
homies, you haters ain't got shit on me
You haters went left on me, so I left you by your
lonely
I did that, and never took a second look back
You haters can't go, when the key be
off track
But fuck that, I had to separate myself
And ever since I did that, I've been
making my wealth
Feel bad for your health, if you ain't on my team
Y'all ain't packing what
it's gon take, to make this green
[Hook]
I wish y'all realize, what it takes to make
this do'
There's no motherfucking way that I, can show you how we roll
I wish y'all realize,
what it takes to make this green
Moves I'm making with my team, so simple as it
seems
That's gangsta for ya, gangsta for ya..
[Slim Thug]
Get your money
nigga, don't be a dummy nigga
Stop hating and watching me, get your own figgas
From me to
you, while we making these c.d.'s
It's gon help your record sales, more than it help me
They
gon bang mine regardless, you niggaz is garbage
But y'all buy this shit too, so you see the
hardest
He got 21 niggaz, featured on his shit
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