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Slim Thug Free

free fallin' free ballin' on the top of the city lights callin' (on top) Don't feel sorry for me (don't feel sorry for me) Cuz I wanna be free I wanna be free

Murderers, killas, thug niggas Atl. grave diggers, Inglewood cap pillers, East Atlanta wig splitters, drug dealers Cause I'm gon be there wit my True City Thug

, I've come to release this info I'll be brief and let me just keep shit simple Can a bitch don't want no beef with Slim No! Not even on my radar So won

me Come to Houston, Texas and see swangaz and 'lacs And don't forget to tell the people that the legends are back, yeah [Slim Thug] It's Slim Thug

full, so they clocking my dollas Me, poppy, joe and fox all riding impalas I'm breaking bread with mike jones, and slim thug the boss It's paul wall,

pinkie ring? I'm respected in these streets, they treat me like a King I get accepted like family, your house is my house I guess that's why they call me, Slim Thug

It's my time, Rick Ross It's my time (Finna' lay back on this *** man) (Dade County dope boy) I'm not a slim thug, I'm a fat mack I don't give a f***,

with both parents at home Kind of hard to find a young un alone - caused we was crewed up Taggin on the walls taught wars and getting chewed up [Verse 2 - St. Paul Slim

gangsta gangsta gangsta ughh 2x Is there a heaven for a gangsta [master p] Grew up in the ghetto raised by a killa Tru across my stomach Your neighborhood thug