Slim Thug The Interview Lyrics

[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
n____s 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
m_________in' police
we make the rules in the streets n____

[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 n____
So f___ y'all n____s
Got a fo'-fo' thatta buck y'all n____s
Stay out my way
Cause n____ I'm not for play
Ya n____s say you G's
That must mean you n____s 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 m_________ers
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 n____s ain't no gangstas,
Them n____s 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 f___in' punk, I suggest you n____s chill
Cause if I pop this trunk, then somebody gon' get killed
This ain't no rap act, my n____ I'm really real
Go on run your a__ up, and watch me stop you with the steel
n____s must be on peel, cause it's evident they
think the boss went soft cause I got a record deal
I do this rap s___ cause makin' hits pay my bills
And I could give a f___ 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