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E S G Slim Thug Here We Come

[E.S.G.] E.S.G. and Slim Thug [Slim Thug] We like Startsky and Hutch [E.S.G.] Five mics ain't enough [Slim Thug] Cause we platinum plus [E.S.G.]

nobody step to the S-U-A-V-E Maybe we be the kings of the things these weak punks out here try to do Open your mind we got something for you and you and

'm talking hard hitters We out here stunting, while most of you niggaz faking and fronting Slim Thug and E.S.G. and Lil' Ke, we pay for hunting It's

nigga roll with Puff Daddyo He gotta be ridin' in a B E N T L E, but why? 'Cause you see a young nigga like me out doing it Wanna come and put ya two

I? What am I? A thug always, 'ways, 'ways Uh-huh, uh-huh Niggas look out And we in the motherfucker house We in here now It's going down steepin' through

(uh) It's outta control, the game is cold Thought he was down, come to find out the nigga's a hoe, a hoe (nigga's a hoe) Just ain't keepin it true, wonderin

dem faggots. G-gu-g-g-gu, G-gu-g-g-gu, G-gu-g-g-gu, G-UNOT! Hahahaha Pop off nigga, Hahahaha, Pop off It's me, The G-A-M-E, gone

we ballin, for all the toys is what we hoppin out My feary side, where we ride And we all fly high in the Leer G5's So, twist ya fingers up and bang,

I.G. with the Cash Money Millionaires, forever Juvenile, Lil' Wayne, Baby, Turk, B.G., Manny Fresh Slim, CEO, and me P. Diddy, B.I.G, Born Again And we