Slim Thug: G shit

[Slim Thug]I spit hits like a jukebox, stay thugged out like 2PacEverytime something new drop, it's G shit not hip-hopI speak for those who rip glocks, and leave these haters lips lockedMy underground sell mo' than your, real album ship outMy underground sell mo' than your, real album ship outMy underground sell mo' than your, real album ship outSlow down or sped up, I'll make you bob your head upHustle till you fed up, tell you stack your bread upFalling off you'll never see, Slim got long jeopardyReal hits what you get from me, me and Watts like familyAnd I be damned if we can't do our job, and make you bobI'm signing c.d.'s for you, your niece and your Uncle RobSaying stay down, jam everything we lay downIf I can't drive to your town, I'll send this shit through Greyhound[scratching]send this shit through Greyhoundsend this shit through GreyhoundGot boys from Kansas, hollin' bout how they jam thisFrom Germany to Japan, they can't understand thisThis ain't no local shit, we worldwide bitchGot Swishahouse and Boss Hogg, in your ride trickThey wanna drop like us, and stack a knot like usCan't pay they bills with they skills, so they copy usSome trendsetters, some go-gettersUse to be down but shit, now they bootleggers[scratching]Now they-now they bootleggersNow they-now they bootleggersHating on my profit, digging in my pocketAnd I'ma do what it take, to make sure you stop itSee I got bills to pay, and plenty meals to makeAnd if you in my way, the AK'll sprayI make a G a day, sometimes three a dayThat's times 3-65, now y'all see my payThat's last year, next year me and E album droppingSo Northside and Southside, it's time to do some shopping