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 - 2x]