What's good everybody?

It's your girl Alana D

Chillin' with my boy the boy Slim Thug

He's from Texas

Now son you've been doin' it real big for awhile

But please, tell us what's the secret to your success? I'm a bonafide hustla used to have to bust

Bricks down in half in order to see the cash

That's in the past niggas outta see the stash

Went straight to the Bentley skilled, the S-class I was a star before I signed autographs

This the beginning, y'all ain't seen my last

When I call myself a hustla, I ain't talking about moving rocks

I'm talkin' 'bout them 9's and them ask and them glocks When y'all was on the corner out there runnin' from them cops

I was out there sellin' all them local crack spots

Boyz in blue and we creep deep, mother***in' police

We make the rules in the streets nigga I feel you

I feel you

Let me talk to you about the all styles in Texas

Now many seem to think cause you got that Texas style

That's gonna limit your success, but believe

Tell me how you feelin' about that I'm an H-town nigga so *** y'all niggas

Got a fo'-fo' thatta buck y'all niggas

[Incomprehensible] Stay out my way 'cause nigga I'm not for play

Ya niggas say you G's that must mean you niggas gay

He's from H-town but he don't stay where I stay

I'm from the land of the killers, he don't lay where I lay So get it right mother***ers

Don't try to put me in the same shoes with some suckers

There's a real thick line between rhymers and some hustlas

Them niggas ain't no gangstas, them niggas is some bustas Okay talk to 'em

Now You know

I see you right here with all these diamonds, all these chains

You drivin' around in Bentley's

But I don't ever see you with any security

Please, what's the word on that Pistol grip pump in my lap at all times

They be checkin' other fools, but they ain't checkin' mine

You run up tryin' you gon' be lyin' down dyin'

When you hear that clock clock sound comin' out of the iron I ain't no ***in' punk, I suggest you niggas chill

'Cause if I pop this trunk, then somebody gon' get killed

This ain't no rap act, my nigga I'm really real

Go on run your ass up, and watch me stop you with the steel Niggas must be on peel, 'cause it's evident they

Think the boss went soft 'cause I got a record deal

I do this rap *** 'cause makin' hits pay my bills

And I could give a *** what other suckers feel for real That's what's up

That's what's up

Aight yo, keep doin' your thing, I'm sayin'

We lookin' out for you brother

You got anything else in the works

What can we expect from you in the future? Boys in blue, comin' soon