(feat. Slim Thug)



[talking:]

This is Scott Steel, with WSTS

Live from downtown Houston, at City Hall

Where it appears, that the two young rappers

That have been terrorizing the city, for the past few years

Have resurfaced, and have been engaged in secret meetings

With the Mayor, and city council

I've been informed, that they will be coming out

To make a statement shortly, as you can see

By the show of support, from the citizens of Houston

This could get ugly, as far as I have more details

I'll be back, Scott Steel reporting live from downtown Houston WSTS



[Slim Thug:]

I got the city on lock, every hood every block

I'm supplying all rocks, whether you know it or not

Soft or hard, Slim Thugger your local drug lord

You gotta have enough for ten, before you come in my yard

I never been robbed, my whole click thick like the mob

We got spots in every state, and nobody got jobs

We goodfellas,a staff full of buyers and sellers

That supply what you need, you just need to tell us

Never scared of the FEDs, I just keep on ticking

I catch a case every month, but uh none of em sticking

Teflon Don, minus the snitch send me the bull

The first rule in getting rich, is stay paid in full

All that fun, and giving a crook credit (forget it)

Ain't no friends with getting ends, I meant it and I said it

(we bout our business), like I said I'm Young Don Bread

And I'm holding down my spot, till the day that I'm dead I got



[Hook:]

(the city's on lock down), yeah cuz

The Mayor and the judge, answer to E and Slim Thug cause the

(the city's on lock down), nigga what

Every corner every block, every ki every rock cause the

(the city's on lock down), we for real

Every cop politician, every hoe house every prison cause the

(the city's on lock down), look around

Independent underground, we done knocked the city down nigga



[E.S.G.:]

Make Sin make the beat drop, I got the streets on lock

Heat on cock, in case they trying to creep in my spot

FEDs and cops with binoculars, trying to peep up the block

I know they want the money we got, but see we peeping they plot

Believe it or not, they wanna know what's wrapped in this box

Thinking it's twenty bricks we got, homie straight from the dock

Call me Sasquatch, because I'm Bigfoot boys

You grew up on Eazy E, we was raised on Geto Boys

Treat our c.d.'s like they ki's, we slang em half a whole

Cook em up in the studio, ship em out just like they dope

You know how it go, homie dope sell itself

If the product good, the whole hood'll snatch it off the shelf

Came to give the game help, from these studio dummies

Making bullshit albums, taking customers money

So next time you kiddie rappers, say you putting us on the map

Tell the mags E.S.G., SES about that what



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[E.S.G.:]

We get paid off the ballers, lawyers the pimps the hoes

The gangstas, bankers the corner liquor sto's



[Slim Thug:]

The hustlers the FEDs, the clubs the thugs

If it's dealing with drugs, we get all of the above



[E.S.G.:]

The O's the pounds, the drank the crack

Dice game across town, even the barbecue shack



[Slim Thug:]

The stocks the bonds, the clothes the shoes

The taxes the jails, the courts the schools



[E.S.G.:]

The Astros the Comets, the Texans the Rockets

You name it we got it, this rap game we locked it

The tracks the flows, the ice the shows

Everything ghetto gold, nigga you already know that the



[Hook]