The Bossman

(*talking*) Slim Thugger, The Bossman, ha I'm bout to start open hands smacking these punks Around mayn, what's wrong with Big Pic Come to the Boss, ha, they must don't know who I am Listen, let me tell you [Slim Thug] Introducing from Houston, Slim Thug the Boss Champion with no loss, known for running his mouth I break em off, back back track for track Try to attack, come on I pack the Mack I shut em down, turn them clown smiles to frowns The quick to get down, when the Boss come around They don't want it, let me demolish all my opponents They want the Boss crown, but uh Slim Thug own it I'm changing the game, doing this underground thang Ever since I represent this, it ain't been the same First I pull up on swangs, trunk pop and top drop And next year on 20's, lil' later non-stopping On them Sprewells, I hear a lot of cats rap about it But I'm the only rapper in H-Town, that got it I speak the truth, everytime I touch the booth And I ain't drop a solo yet, cause I ain't hurt the loot, hatas (*talking*) Getting this money baby, know I'm saying A lot of people against me, cause they see a young Playa getting his shine on, getting his grind on Know I'm saying, doing what he wanna do But that go with the territory, you know I'm saying Young Hogg getting money, Boss Hogg Outlaws [Slim Thug] Getting paper, that's why I'm the main subject of these hatas They hate to see me riding Harley's, sitting on Gators And ask y'all jewelry man, who holding the crown Y'all can get a record deal, I still be holding it down Blow dro pounds, nothing but the best for the Boss 21 years old, in a six bedroom house Hustle-holic, CEO shots I call it If you name it I crawl it, if I want it I bought it I put it in they face, punks should of stayed in they place They done pissed off the Boss, so I'm making em pay Lil' Mario is trash, Big Pic is trash A.D., J-Dawg, Young Capo is trash Lil' Pluck is trash, Northstar is trash Big Ballin is trash, all thanks from the past Haters never been the same, since I left the House Make way for the heavyweight, undisputed Boss (*talking*) People gon talk down, you know I'm saying It's all about how you handle it Talk all day, see how I'm rolling, ain't too many Playas out there, doing what I do Y'all might not wanna give me my respect But I'ma take it at all times, feel me [Slim Thug] I'm feeling like I'm wasting my time, wasting my rhymes Getting crunk with these punks, that ain't making a dime But they got out of line, when they spoke my name They showed they was real haters, when they spoke my name They must of smoked they brain, thinking they can touch me I know I ain't the best rapper, but they can't touch me I won't go to Jay-Z, and try to hate for fame And I'm like him to them, so I expect the same Lil' Yo you a Robin, you can't be Batman So sit on the sideline, and just follow my plans I make the rules, break em and I break you fool Call Slim Thug out, and get ready to lose I've been in your shoes, and didn't like the way they fit So I got my mind right, and went got what I get Them dolla signs, focus on yours not mine Y'all can't touch the Boss, Slim Thug bottom line (*talking*) Really, I do this here for the cash man I ain't expect this, there's a couple mo' hundred Thousand in my pocket, you know I'm saying They get out of line, I answer that Boys thought they can call me out, and get away with it Got another thing coming, I'm a man not a woman, for real