Lyrics:
you, starin' you down with a gremlin grin
I'm Eminem, you're a fag in a women's gym
I'm Slim, the Shady is really a fake alias
To save me with in
Club up Thugs.
{Manny Fresh}
Nigga like thiiiiiis.
{Baby}
Ridin on twenties.
Memphis and New Orleans we gonna show you how we do
I've been through
You ain't never seen what I've seen
Street machines dat'll take off body parts, if you get caught
Slippin' in tha dark, by niggas dat
Project Pat
Plus I'm on that 3-6
You know I'm on that Slim Thug
Know I'm on that YoungBloodz
You know I fuck with Young Buck
Know I'm on that Master P
money with my G's up in Thug Mansion
Streets run it and I dress with a thug fashion
When I die they gonna bury me in a thug casket
Everything I be on be
than a thug, nigga
I kill shit, just check my background (buh)
I swear the gang shit my campground
Check my resume and ask 'round (yeah)
We just
And we won't stop
Someone bring another bottle in
Check me out
Check me out
Check me out
Check me out
Check me out
Check me out
Check me out
Check me out
busy daddy's writing a song
This song ain't gonna write it'self
I'll give you one underdog then
You gotta swing by yourself
Then turn right around in
instrumental, detrimental to kids
As if they can't see the misery in which they live
Blame me, for the outcome, ban my records - check it
Don't have to bump
pulled my card quick, nope no more pain mayn
Sunshine for now, no more rain mayn
[Slim Thug]
I grew up around a bunch of gang bangers, and caine
the deal
Check the hairdo of course it ain't real
Then I looked down she was fat in the front
I asked how long, well about seven months
Oh how time
the deal
Check the hairdo of course it ain't real
Then I looked down she was fat in the front
I asked how long, well about seven months
Oh how time
Chances are slim and life is trife
Doing your best in this world it won't suffice
The hard way the only way these young thugs learn
Eternally resting in
Uhh, yeah, uhh, uhh, uhh
It's a Queens thing (uhh, uhh)
Too fly, word up
Khadafi, the next life, yeah, Thug Paradise
No doubt, check me out, yeah,
Thug rights
The murder rate rise, so many niggas died
You mind as well stay in ya f****** house and Get high
Especially if you ain't built for this s***
Chances are slim and life is trife
Doing your best in this world it won't suffice
The hard way the only way these young thugs learn
Eternally resting in
Chances are slim and life is trife
Doing your best in this world it won't suffice
The hard way the only way these young thugs learn
Eternally resting in
Mask and gloves (Check it)
Mask and gloves (Yo, yo)
Mask and gloves, pass the drugs
The hustle don't stop, niggas ask them thugs
Cash in clubs, that
la la la la la
Dear slim
la la la la la
la la la la la
yo yo yo yo
la la la la la la la la yo
la la la la la la la la la yo, yo
la la la la la la la
a waist line slim even know how to swim,
Fantasizing how I'm going to tear her limb for limb.
Feeling good in the hood got my pump in the gym,
In case I
the nigga in the suit in the box under the ground
Fox chased by the hound locked permanent frown xzibit get down
By liftin' iron by the pound for the tough
but Slim Shady is for the children!" (Hey, wait!)
I look at my life in a new light, fuck it
Give me two mics, I write songs for me, fuck what you like
but Slim Shady is for the children!" (Hey, wait!)
I look at my life in a new light, fuck it
Give me two mics, I write songs for me, fuck what you like
fours
Pimping four hoes and I'm packing four fours
[Slim Thug]
Now look who creeping look who crawling still balling in the mix
It's that six six
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