Who They Talkin 2
    (专辑: Tha Boss Vol. 1 - 2002)
    
    [Slim Thug]  Guess who's back again, here to wreck the 
track again  I 
split flames, and leave haters blacker than a 
African  Guess who's back again, here to wreck the 
track again  I 
split flames, and leave haters blacker than a 
African  Guess who's back again, here to wreck the 
track again  I 
split flames, and leave haters blacker than a 
African  When I 
attack I 
win, ain't no draws in this  You hearing it out the 
Boss Hogg, ain't no flaws in this  You bitch niggas got me pissed, trying to slander my name  Trying to cut a 
nigga wrist, after I 
hand you the 
game  Y'all some five percent homies, three bitch ass phonies  I 
guess I 
gotta show the 
world, that y'all ain't got nothing on me  You think you the 
Northstar, bitch you ain't the 
Northstar  You disappeared off the 
earth, fell off by far  He don't even got a 
car, just a 
white cup of bar  A 
one and a 
two liter, you ain't no block bleeder  I'm talking bout that little sorry hoe, named Lil Mario  When I 
left the 
house, I 
wanted to see just how far he'd go  Nowhere ain't shit changed, since back in the 
game  He's still broke with no hope, and I 
guess I'm to blame, ha   [Hook]  Guess who's bizack, back and stacking that do'  Getting green, is all we know  I 
won't leave my gat, gat in my lap when I 
roll  Try to jack, and get your bitch ass froze   [Slim Thug]  And who was this other cat, still scoring fifty packs  He 26 but selling dope in the 
bricks, since way back  I 
think they call him Black Mario, or Snake Skin  I 
don't even know this nigga, but I 
heard him hating  I 
am the 
Kappa, I 
heard you on the 
twelve tracks  Slim Thug you ain't no thug, I'll lay you flat on your back  Off top boy you wack, drop your pen and your pad  Everybody can't rap fa real, you sound bad  Why the 
fuck you hating on me, you don't know me nigga  How you gon say I'm a 
fraud, when you don't know me nigga  I 
understand your pain, trying to get you some fans  And the 
quickest way to blow up, is to hate on the 
man  I 
guess you wanted some attention, I 
can help you with that  But all attention ain't good, that's where you fucked up black  For the 
record nigga I'm grown, I 
don't fight no more  I 
got niggas on payroll, that stay ready for war  Trying to come up on my name, you should of knew better  Next time you hating on me, nigga do better  Bring on some competition, when you get to dissing  Take notes on this lesson, haters please listen   [Scarface]  It's a 
new game board, let me give you the 
rules  Get out of line, and I'm gon give you the 
blues [2x]   [Slim Thug]  Last but not least, talking down on the 
streets  It's my H 
J-Dog, you probably broke the 
peace  Out of em all, this the 
one that hurt the 
worst  I'm ashamed, but I 
gotta let my pain disperse  My nigga, at least I 
use to think so  I 
tried to help him but the 
nigga, sent me on a 
blank roll  Gave me a 
lot of sad stories, that came and went  God damn, how many times I 
paid your mama's rent  How many big faces I 
spent, trying to keep you out of trouble  I 
had your back through it all, cause nigga I 
loved you  Come to find out, all those sad stories was lies  I 
got my peace back, and no longer answered your cries  Think about it, all the 
bread I 
gave you nigga  You fucked over the 
one nigga, that tried to save you nigga  And you spent all that shit, getting high on fry sticks  You still hitting licks, and still ain't got shit, ha   [Hook]