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Slim Thug - The interview
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[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