Lyrics:

(*gun shots*)



(*talking*)

Fuck Northstar, you old bitch ass, midget ass nigga

Get off my motherfucking dick, fuck Big Ballin

You old bootlegging, old weak ass, trash ass, hoe ass niggas



[Hook]

(y'all) you niggas fell off (niggas)

My niggas run the North (are)

You can't fuck with the Boss

(trash) here come another loss



[Slim Thug]

Brace yourself, for the main event from the Boss

Every hater that cross the Boss, gon get crossed out

Another loss on they record, them broke niggas insane

Y'all need to get together, and be the We Hate Slim Thug gang

Talking down on my name, so I'm punishing fools

I understand why y'all hating, y'all got nothing to lose

I got a lot to lose but fuck it, I won't lose my respect

The more I start getting checks, the more they start having plex

They do this shit to sell records, everybody telling me

They might get a lil money, but not more than me

Like Roy Jones and Hopkins, ain't no 60-40 deal

I'm getting 90 they get 10, and gotta split it still

That mean these niggas still broke, Street Fame still won't get sold

They the definition of weak, not the definition of thoed

And to that other big bitch, by the name of Big Pic

He certified garbage, you can't fuck with me trick

(ready, aim, fire), I'm bout make these haters retire

Get a job at Mcdonalds, dick suckers for hire

Boss Hogg and PIE, we running these streets

Got beef, my heat'll have you run in the streets

Calling police saying laws, come get them Outlaws

They left me in the desert, in nothing but my draws

Bitch we raw, whether you believe it or not

Come in my face with that plex, and you won't leave back out



[Hook]



(*talking*)

Old bitch ass nigga, you gon have to graduate

A couple of mo' classes to fuck with me, ha



[Hook]



[Slim Thug]

Correct me if I'm wrong, anywhere in this song

The same nigga who stole your cash, is who's c.d. you on

What happened to I made them niggas, and they stole from me

You never was acting, nigga you is funny

I peeped your gay ways, way back in the days

Hiding in Austin you cried, and wouldn't rap on stage

All your fans was like man, this lil nigga a bitch

When he can't get his way, he quick to pitch a fit

I'ma do this I'ma do that, well what's stopping you Yo

I saw you and Young Cappo, at the corner sto'

On you niggas corner, while I was talking to 50/50

If you wanted me so bad, why the fuck you ain't get me

Y'all look dead in my face, saw me in broad day

When I got behind you niggas car, you went the other way

Talking bout you gon hurt me, what your hurter broke

Last time I saw Big Pic, that bitch spoke

And North lying, trying to blame everything on chop

Bitch I know you bootlegging, let the lies stop

You don't sell enough c.d.'s, to buy you a car

Help Lil' Yo bootleg, so he can get a Northstar

You hollin' bring it to the ring, like you can knock me out

While you standing straight up, I'll stick my dick in your mouth

Midget ass nigga, comb your nappy ass hair

You shop in the boys section, wear cartoon underwear

Don't make me tie your dirty ass up, and give you a bath

You looking like a lil dope fiend, out on the Ave

Talking bout I'm trying to plea barging, with your O.G

Bullshit bitch, your O.G. is me

Call me O.G. Slim Thug, bitch ass nigga

I might be young, but bitch I'm a rich ass nigga

And I'ma keep dogging your hoe ass, till you apologize

And squash all this shit, like the rest of you guys, hoe