talking*)   50/50 Lil' Twin, I'm in here with Slim Thugger the Boss   And the cocky copy machine King Koopa   We off this Nawfside of Houston   We just wanna put it down for all the thugsters   And the gangstas naw I mean, dig these blues cutty what      [Slim Thug]   Slim and 50 gon drop classics, to the day they drop our caskets   Some folks got that magic, and us three have it   Dropping hits our fans blasting, over a million cashing   Five years I'm still lasting, foot to the flo' I'm mashing   Guarding traffic not crashing, controlling the wheel   Independent holding a mill, without a holding a deal   50/50, Slim and Chamill, getting it grown man style   Our pockets to y'all pockets, like a man and a child   Paid In Full and Boss Hogg, stay controlling the crowd   You know the click you hear the speakers, and cars banging loud   You know the click that represent, and have H-Town proud   You know the click that live they life, like outlaws   We the untouchable two, it ain't much we don't do   If you try to touch our crew, well reach out and touch you   (don't make us) fill you with slugs, for grilling us with your mugs   Make doctors fill you with plugs, you dealing with thugs      [Hook]   If you ain't no real thug, go ahead give it up   If you are a real thug, where your sets put 'em up   Your life seem full of hard times, really rough   Put the sad songs to the side, grind and get bucks   Don't eat with your eyes, stack cash then stunt   Dump your problems in the ash tray, fire up you some'ing   Why try to play catch up, breathe easy stay humble   Cutty your time is coming, are you hungry do you want it      [50/50 Twin]   I get down on the dice like what, better set of thugs   Put some 20's on my mama car, let her Perelli's run   50/50 slumped down, in a awkward machine   Four screens six 15's, don't look directly at my ring   Matter fact I got a ticket, for causing distractions   I'm like officer my head itched, sir I was scratching   I swang watch me swing, black Rover sitting clean   Niggaz on my side mirrors, crawling European   And a European dime, playing hide the ding-a-ling   My chest don't bling-bling, hell I can't describe the things   Four/five ice trays on your chest,    you understand just what I mean   Got plex naw I mean, P-shooter with two beams   Boss Hogg Outlawz, Paid In Full, Rock 4 Rock   My twin brother is on lock, and I gotta get him out   The boy blue with Slim Thugger, and my I'm 50-Feezie   My hustlers and my thugsters, holla back breathe easy      [Hook]      [Chamillionaire]   My candy frame got readjusted, (and why is that) it isn't wait   I'm sitting straight on spinning plates, I hit the breaks they getting scraped   Mo' showing love some niggaz hate,    we get it now they get it late   We put it down we innovate, can't keep us out we in the gate   You hungry Twin go get a plate,    I'ma tell you how much we finna make   If niggaz hate that nickel plate,    make sure they face disintegrate uh   Y'all niggaz is agitating, your gat is a fashion statement   You ain't gonna blast you faking, ha-ha (go ahead) I'm waiting   I don't hear no shells falling, I don't hear no pistols popping   Matter fact give me that gat, I'll take that witch you watching   Niggaz be wish she-watching, you know you won't do nothing   You ain't gon shoot and just gon sue, you better go get you Cochran   No baller rapper, I'm a all-of-rapper   We did all of that already, and y'all did all-of after   Matter fact to be exact, the fact is more then half of   Y'all rappers new I'm through, I'ma give y'all that chapter Koopa      [Hook - 2x]