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 aks 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   Motherfuckin' police   we make the rules in the streets nigga      I feel you   I feel you   Now we talk about the style of Texas   NOw many seem to think cause you got that Texas style   That's gonna limit your success   Tell us what you think about that      I'm an H-town nigga   So FUCK y'all niggas   Got a fo'-fo' thatta buck y'all niggas   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 motherfuckers   Don't try to put me in the same shoes as them 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   I see you 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 fuckin' 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 shit cause makin' hits pay my bills   And I could give a fuck what you other suckers feel   For real      Aight yo, keep doin' your thing   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