The Interview (Album Version|Explicit)

The Interview (Album Version|Explicit) - Slim Thug

Written by：Stayve Thomas/Michael Clervoix/Robert Smith/Allan Wayne Felder/Norman Harris

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

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

Skipped 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

Motherf**kin' police

We make the rules in the streets n***a

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

I'm an H town n***a

So F**K y'all niggas

Got a fo' fo' thatta buck y'all niggas

Stay out my way or ill touch yall niggas hay

Get I will a line

I touch out

Hay stat out my way

'Cause n***a 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 motherf**kers

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

Okay talk to 'em

Now you know

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

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**kin' punk I suggest you niggas chill

'Cause if I pop this trunk then somebody gon' get killed

This ain't no rap act my n***a 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 sh*t 'cause makin' hits pay my bills

And I could give a f**k what you other suckers feel

For real

I feel so

I feel so

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

Boys in blue comin' soon

Soon soon soon