The 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?

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

**** 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 ****

I feel you, I feel you

Now we talk about about a couple of artists that are in Texas

And anything to feel that bacause you got that Texas style

That's gonna limit your success, but please

Tell me how you feel about that

I'm an H-town ****

So FUCK y'all ****

Got a fo'-fo' thatta buck y'all ****

I rap so low, won't trust ya'll ****

And if you get out of line

Might touch ya'll ****

Stay out my way

Cause **** I ain't for play

Ya **** say you G's

That must mean you **** 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 with them suckers

There's a real thick line between rhymers and some hustlas

Them **** ain't no gangstas

Them **** is some bustas

Okay talk to 'em

Now you kow, I see you right 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 fuckin' punk, I suggest you **** chill

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

This ain't no rap act, my **** I'm really real

Go on run your ass up, and watch me stop you with the steel

**** must be on peel, cause it's evident they heal

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

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