Lyrics:
Houston, Slim Thug the Boss
The young Hogg out the North, that be running his mouth
Check my files, the Boss man do it G style
I live it write it,
bigger
Trying to rape the industry, like Dame Dash and Jigga
Jeah I'm truly blessed, by the man up above
And he showing nothing but love, for his son
the ghetto, day by day
I'm bumping trying to make a profit, cause I gotta get my pay
You better, keep watching me and
Pretty soon, you'll see man
That I'm
A tapestry to feel and see, impossible to hold.
Once, amid the soft, silver sadness in the sky,
There came a man of fortune, a drifter passing by.
He wore
hoes belong straight to dick, I'm a young nigga from the bricks (from the bricks)
Ain't got feelings for a bitch (no, no) unless she tryna get me rich
ain't have the best all the kids was laughing at me
By the time I was in high school told them pussy niggas class in session
I passed the lesson
No
Rolling with a rat then you're a snitch by association
All this pain, all this misery
I knew the gang wouldn't hold me down, I had an epiphany
Invest in
Man, listen
Yeah, I trick, trick yo ass you think I'm tricking
Give you a sticking then I'm skipping
All you getting is a hard dick chick
After I
(*talking*)
Man you know we having money, know I'm tal'n bout
We get this we get that what, what mo' do you want
You know I'm talking bout, Wreckshop
A dog and pony show. The man of the hour sits and lies
poker faced on my TV screen.
I guess it don't mean a thing to lie under oath,
then abuse
be young again someday
Do your job you dirty slob or nobody gets paid
She was standing on the dock trying to hit the moon with rocks
Along came a man
real rich
Yeah, worry 'bout shit, go put that pussy nigga dead on that ditch (huh)
First, I seen his mama (first, I seen his mama)
Then I seen his
de-coll-etage?
No, 'Baron de Thenard'
The circles I move in are humbler by far
Go away, Thenardier!
Do you think I don't know who you are?
He's not fooled
might pay?
Is it simply a game
For a rich young boy to play?
The colors of the worlds
Are changing day by day
Red, the blood of angry men!
Black
heads? They don't never leave the coop
I'm in the coupe cruising, I got the stolen plates
Serving all the fiends over there by the Golden Gate
Bridge, I'm
[I-20]
Yeah, adult Hip Hop 25 and older put your hands up
Rich Nice where you at baby? Whoo!
I go by the name Bobby Bronson
Yeah, this is Disturbing
bigger by the day
Don't put your shovel down
So raise your voice up high
And scream a war cry
Say "I'm too young to die
for this rich mans lie"
still a kid
Imagine what life like when I get big
I'm a be rich surrounded by chicks
Couple of cars, couple of cribs
Gettin' a couple of mills
get big
I'mma be rich surrounded by chicks
Couple of cars, couple of cribs
Gettin' a couple of mills
Shining every time I feel
You see how So So
is fuckin' crack and I am rapping the truth, yeah,
It's hard to fuckin' laugh when you are broke and depressed
Talkin' to someone that's rich, I
A tapestry to feel and see, impossible to hold.
Once, amid the soft, silver sadness in the sky,
There came a man of fortune, a drifter passing by.
He wore
straight lucky I been rappin
But even when I get rich I'm still gon' trap men
Addicted to the thrill of the hunt and big action
I don't bungee jump
New York woman, got the rich girl blues
She can do anything she wants
Can't find nothin' to do, she goes through bars
Like a prince of blue
A final solution
Oh a rich man in the white house
All gonna rise up to let you hear our voice
Bullied and paid your way there is no doubt
Who are they
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