Thicka Than Water Flow

(*talking*) G'eah Slim Thugger, Killa Kyleon mayn Bitch ass niggas, need to close they motherfucking mouth Killa [Slim Thug] The big Boss here to set it off, lay on your flo's Before we cock these 4-4's, and blow your brain out your nose I'm tired of talking to you rappers, you dudes is trans-sex Trying to make a nigga guess, with your down low plex Don't sing it nigga bring it, let's gon get it on Matter fact fuck all that, say my name in your songs You punks is emcees, don't battle with real G's You ain't heard niggas is broke, they killing for small fees My killers got kids to feed, I fulfill they needs And drop em a couple thee, to make your bitch ass bleed I don't like having problems, so I solve em quick So I bust a tech nine, till the bitch won't click The click I'm with is made niggas, hustlers slash grave diggers I pop ya or put a hit out, whichever one save figgas I got lawyers on my team, that I pay good green That tend to keep my record clean, cause they beat everything Teflon don, don't shit stick to the Boss But these sticky green sticks, that I stick in my mouth You think you fucking with my folks, ha-ha you got jokes Talking bout you got dope, you bitch niggas is broke You frauds don't even smoke, please stop your lying Befo' you get in some real shit, and niggas start dying And these bullets start flying, at your mama home Keep busting towards your dome, until all my drama gone [Hook - 2x] Boss Hogg Familia, (thicker than water) Black talons got em leaking shit, (thicker than water) Promethazine got the Sprite mix, (thicker than water) Slim Thug, Killa Kyleon niggas not we [Kyleon] It's on and hopping out of my van, Glock in my hand I'm fin to hit private for blocks of surran, them bullets stopping your man If they come try to test Kyle, they'll enter his chest while And stop his life like west nile, live in the water with reptiles Trained killers, that pray on the weak My trigger finger lay on the heat, you lay on the street My click playing for keeps, no shorts no losses If you don't come up off it, you seeing hearts and crosses We not marks we bosses, like Sam and Nick Merk you behind lil' shit, like grams and nick's Get with the fam' and split, in a Lincoln Continental Four bodies in the trunk, now it's a stinking Continental Be thinking confidential, ay go hide the pies Then get with your click, to divide the pies Anybody need work, I provide them pies With out of town licks need, so I'ma provide them fives nigga [Hook]