The Bossman

Slim Thugger, The Bossman, ha
I'm bout to start open hands smackin' 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

Introducin' from Houston, Slim Thug the Boss
Champion with no loss, known for runnin' 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 changin' the game, doin' 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-stoppin'
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, haters

Gettin' this money baby, know I'm sayin'
A lot of people against me, cause they see a young
Playa gettin' his shine on, gettin' his grind on
Know I'm sayin', doin' what he wanna do
But that go with the territory, you know I'm sayin'
Young Hogg gettin' money, Boss Hogg Outlaws

Gettin' paper, that's why I'm the main subject of these haters
They hate to see me ridin' Harley's, sittin' on Gators
And ask y'all jewelry man, who holdin' the crown
Y'all can get a record deal, I still be holdin' it down
Blow dro pounds, nothin' 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 makin' '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

People gon' talk down, you know I'm sayin'
It's all about how you handle it
Talk all day, see how I'm rollin', ain't too many
Playas out there, doin' what I do
Y'all might not wanna give me my respect
But I'ma take it at all times, feel me

I'm feelin' like I'm wastin' my time, wastin' my rhymes
Gettin' crunk with these punks, that ain't makin' 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, thinkin' 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

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 sayin'
They get out of line, I answer that
Boys thought they can call me out, and get away with it
Got another thin' comin', I'm a man not a woman, for real