Lyrics The Interview - Slim Thug
(Woman
interview)
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?
(Slim)
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
(Woman
interviewer)
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
(Slim)
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
(Woman
interviewer)
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
(Slim)
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
(Woman
interviewer)
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?
(Slim)
Boys
in
blue,
comin′
soon
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