(feat. Chamillionaire, Slim Thug) 



[talking] 

50/50 Lil' Twin, I'm in here with Slim Thugger the Boss 

And the cocky copy machine King Koopa 

We off this Nawfside of Houston 

We just wanna put it down for all the thugsters 

And the gangstas naw I mean, dig these blues cutty what 



[Slim Thug] 

Slim and 50 gon drop classics, to the day they drop our caskets 

Some folks got that magic, and us three have it 

Dropping hits our fans blasting, over a million cashing 

Five years I'm still lasting, foot to the flo' I'm mashing 

Guarding traffic not crashing, controlling the wheel 

Independent holding a mill, without a holding a deal 

50/50, Slim and Chamill, getting it grown man style 

Our pockets to y'all pockets, like a man and a child 

Paid In Full and Boss Hogg, stay controlling the crowd 

You know the click you hear the speakers, and cars banging loud 

You know the click that represent, and have H-Town proud 

You know the click that live they life, like outlaws 

We the untouchable two, it ain't much we don't do 

If you try to touch our crew, well reach out and touch you 

(don't make us) fill you with slugs, for grilling us with your mugs 

Make doctors fill you with plugs, you dealing with thugs 



[Hook] 

If you ain't no real thug, go ahead give it up 

If you are a real thug, where your sets put 'em up 

Your life seem full of hard times, really rough 

Put the sad songs to the side, grind and get bucks 

Don't eat with your eyes, stack cash then stunt 

Dump your problems in the ash tray, fire up you some'ing 

Why try to play catch up, breathe easy stay humble 

Cutty your time is coming, are you hungry do you want it 



[50/50 Twin] 

I get down on the dice like what, better set of thugs 

Put some 20's on my mama car, let her Perelli's run 

50/50 slumped down, in a awkward machine 

Four screens six 15's, don't look directly at my ring 

Matter fact I got a ticket, for causing distractions 

I'm like officer my head itched, sir I was scratching 

I swang watch me swing, black Rover sitting clean 

Niggaz on my side mirrors, crawling European 

And a European dime, playing hide the ding-a-ling 

My chest don't bling-bling, hell I can't describe the things 

Four/five ice trays on your chest, you understand just what I mean 

Got plex naw I mean, P-shooter with two beams 

Boss Hogg Outlawz, Paid In Full, Rock 4 Rock 

My twin brother is on lock, and I gotta get him out 

The boy blue with Slim Thugger, and my I'm 50-Feezie 

My hustlers and my thugsters, holla back breathe easy 



[Hook] 



[Chamillionaire] 

My candy frame got readjusted, (and why is that) it isn't wait 

I'm sitting straight on spinning plates, I hit the breaks they getting scraped 

Mo' showing love some niggaz hate, we get it now they get it late 

We put it down we innovate, can't keep us out we in the gate 

You hungry Twin go get a plate, I'ma tell you how much we finna make 

If niggaz hate that nickel plate, make sure they face disintegrate uh 

Y'all niggaz is agitating, your gat is a fashion statement 

You ain't gonna blast you faking, ha-ha (go ahead) I'm waiting 

I don't hear no shells falling, I don't hear no pistols popping 

Matter fact give me that gat, I'll take that witch you watching 

Niggaz be wish she-watching, you know you won't do nothing 

You ain't gon shoot and just gon sue, you better go get you Cochran 

No baller rapper, I'm a all-of-rapper 

We did all of that already, and y'all did all-of after 

Matter fact to be exact, the fact is more then half of 

Y'all rappers new I'm through, I'ma give y'all that chapter Koopa 



[Hook x2]