(feat. Sir Daily, Doodie)



[talking]

Who the fuck these niggaz talking to man

These niggaz talking down on me mayn

Man, let me wreck this lil' midget ass nigga

Don't one of them hoe ass niggaz got a skin disease

Or something mayn, man I'm fin to tear they

Whole motherfucking label up

This the Boss Slim Thugger baby, hit em up

Fuck em ha, shouldn't of fucked with me boy



[Slim Thug]

First I'll fuck Lil Yo, and the label you claim

You bitch made gay nigga, I gave you the game

You only got some street fame, cause you was rolling with me

Trying to follow the footsteps, of Slim T-H-U-G

And all along, I use to think I did something wrong

But fuck that, some niggaz just belong in thoughts

Talking bout a nigga left you, bitch you ain't my girlfriend

If I didn't, I'd be in the same position you in

He say he moved up out the hood, is that what he think

He moved a half a mile up the street, on Gulfbank

You still staying with your mama, how you call yourself a rapper

If you acting like you broke, you's a hell of a actor

Who the fuck you think you are, bitch I'm the Northstar

Your whole record label, can't fuck with me by far

Motherfuck a Black Mario, that's your G

You 26 selling dope, but can't move OZ

J Dogg you ain't a Hogg, so I stripped off your title

Waterhead ass nigga, is Pookie your idol

You on some dope fiend shit, stop begging me for money

Go get a ride Lil Yo, and tell him give you something dummy

You fell off, whole label getting wrecked by the Boss

Northstar and Stomp Down, just took another loss

Before I quit, I can't forget about that other bitch

Fuck A.D., and that bootlegging bitch Pic

That's some bullshit talking, super weak ass niggaz

Telling lies, everytime you try to speak trash nigga

Gotta bootleg my c.d.'s, cause y'all shit don't sell

Wanna battle with the Boss, all you bitch niggaz fail, I hit em up



[Hook]

Leave the North, when you see the Boss

Get broke off, when you see the Boss

Try to do me, but they far from ready

Northstar and Big Ballin', ain't got no feddy, I hit em up

Close your mouth, when you see the Boss

Change your route, when you see the Boss

Try to do me, but they far from ready

Northstar and Big Ballin', ain't got no feddy, I hit em up



[talking]

That's how you spose' to hit a motherfucker up Lil Yo

You niggaz getting on tracks like this, you gotta get ready

You know I'm saying, and Big Pic

I'ma let my lil' dogs, ride on your hoe ass



[Doodie]

Get out the way Slim, get out the way Slim

And let me, address this bitch

They keep talking bullshit, I pack bullets that flip

Into a big bitch, by the name of Big Pic

Making this a rap again, quick to snatch another win

Let's see the shit you talk, with a nine under your chin

Your kin wanna sin, your mouth got you in trouble

Healthy zig-zag, trash ass motherfucker

I speak and don't stutter, never biting my tongue

Street sweeping your crumbs, leaving holes in your lungs

Dropping bombs like Viet, I done peeped you nigga

Southpaw that's raw, while I'm sleeping nigga

Steady chasing big figgas, while your bitch ass knock me

Don't steal my style, cause you known to copy

It's about to get sloppy, you can't fuck with me

Let the game go, so we can rest in peace

You keep fucking with me, you in peace with the rest

Releasing my tech, because you got a hole in your chest

You're whining about these checks, all you game is garbage

Treat your rap like shit, flush it down the toilet

Who the hell done farted, oh that's Pic's bullshit

Bitch suck more dick, then a porno flick

I'm a faggot you wish, nigga place your bids

I'm about to do you dirty, like R. Kelly do kids

One minute my nig', the Big Ballin' done got bucked

Big mouth done got shut, it's Doodie I hit em up



[talking]

Ha, now y'all tell me who won

They see me, they run ha



[Sir Daily]

Fa sho Slim, Sir Daily make these niggaz retire

Whining ass cry babies, need to have pacifiers

Grown men acting like kids, jealous and shit

But if you cross us in the streets, we putting lead in your clit

Hundred rounds spit buckers, ain't no testing the tougher

Watts stuck you like a pussy, so who's next to fuck you

Sir Daily a crash dummy, you a liar that's false

Any nigga believe in that, must be sniffing that soft

I go off at anytime, ain't no stealing my shine

Hoe ass nigga wanna hate, cause they feeling my rhymes

I never apologize, to the day that I die

And when I die I'ma be gangsta, with no tears in my eyes

From the cradle to the grave, we stay be gangsta ways

With the Boss Slim stays, cutting paving the way

Ain't never known to play, you out of line and out of touch

Everytime them Outlaws touch the mic, you get crushed

You a fucker boy thoed, nigga bleeding red blood

You will never hear him say, Sir Daily got hugged

Cause I go hard nigga, no fraud nigga

I'm the dealer with the deck, here's your hoe card nigga, hit em up