Chamillionaire - Real Thuggs lyrics

(*talking*) 50/50 Lil' Twin, I'm in here with Slim Thugger the Boss And the co*ky copy machine King Koopa We off this Nawfside of Houston We just wanna put it down for all the thugsters And the gangstas naw I mean, dig these blues cutty what [Slim Thug] Slim and 50 gon drop cla**ics, to the day they drop our caskets Some folks got that magic, and us three have it Dropping hits our fans blasting, over a million cashing Five years I'm still lasting, foot to the flo' I'm mashing Guarding traffic not crashing, controlling the wheel Independent holding a mill, without a holding a deal 50/50, Slim and Chamill, getting it grown man style Our pockets to y'all pockets, like a man and a child Paid In Full and Boss Hogg, stay controlling the crowd You know the click you hear the speakers, and cars banging loud You know the click that represent, and have H-Town proud You know the click that live they life, like outlaws We the untouchable two, it ain't much we don't do If you try to touch our crew, well reach out and touch you (don't make us) fill you with slugs, for grilling us with your mugs Make doctors fill you with plugs, you dealing with thugs [Hook] If you ain't no real thug, go ahead give it up If you are a real thug, where your sets put 'em up Your life seem full of hard times, really rough Put the sad songs to the side, grind and get bucks Don't eat with your eyes, stack cash then stunt Dump your problems in the ash tray, fire up you some'ing Why try to play catch up, breathe easy stay humble Cutty your time is coming, are you hungry do you want it [50/50 Twin] I get down on the dice like what, better set of thugs Put some 20's on my mama car, let her Perelli's run 50/50 slumped down, in a awkward machine Four screens six 15's, don't look directly at my ring Matter fact I got a ticket, for causing distractions I'm like officer my head itched, sir I was scratching I swang watch me swing, black Rover sitting clean n***as on my side mirrors, crawling European And a European dime, playing hide the ding-a-ling My chest don't bling-bling, hell I can't describe the things Four/five ice trays on your chest, you understand just what I mean Got plex naw I mean, P-shooter with two beams Boss Hogg Outlawz, Paid In Full, Rock 4 Rock My twin brother is on lock, and I gotta get him out The boy blue with Slim Thugger, and my I'm 50-Feezie My hustlers and my thugsters, holla back breathe easy [Hook] [Chamillionaire] My candy frame got readjusted, (and why is that) it isn't wait I'm sitting straight on spinning plates, I hit the breaks they getting scraped Mo' showing love some n***as hate, we get it now they get it late We put it down we innovate, can't keep us out we in the gate You hungry Twin go get a plate, I'ma tell you how much we finna make If n***as hate that nickel plate, make sure they face disintegrate uh Y'all n***as is agitating, your gat is a fashion statement You ain't gonna blast you faking, ha-ha (go ahead) I'm waiting I don't hear no shells falling, I don't hear no pistols popping Matter fact give me that gat, I'll take that witch you watching n***as be wish she-watching, you know you won't do nothing You ain't gon shoot and just gon sue, you better go get you Cochran No baller rapper, I'm a all-of-rapper We did all of that already, and y'all did all-of after Matter fact to be exact, the fact is more then half of Y'all rappers new I'm through, I'ma give y'all that chapter Koopa [Hook - 2x]