Thicka Than Water Flow - Slim Thug, Killa Kyleon

G’eah Slim Thugger, Killa Kyleon mayn

Bitch ass niggas, need to close they motherfucking mouth Killa

The big Boss here to set it off, lay on your flo’s

Before we cock these 4−4's, and blow your brain out your nose

I’m tired of talking to you rappers, you dudes is trans-sex

Trying to make a nigga guess, with your down low plex

Don’t sing it nigga bring it, let’s gon get it on

Matter fact fuck all that, say my name in your songs

You punks is emcees, don’t battle with real G’s

You ain’t heard niggas is broke, they killing for small fees

My killers got kids to feed, I fulfill they needs

And drop em a couple thee, to make your bitch ass bleed

I don’t like having problems, so I solve em quick

So I bust a tech nine, till the bitch won’t click

The click I’m with is made niggas, hustlers slash grave diggers

I pop ya or put a hit out, whichever one save figgas

I got lawyers on my team, that I pay good green

That tend to keep my record clean, cause they beat everything

Teflon don, don’t shit stick to the Boss

But these sticky green sticks, that I stick in my mouth

You think you fucking with my folks, ha-ha you got jokes

Talking bout you got dope, you bitch niggas is broke

You frauds don’t even smoke, please stop your lying

Befo' you get in some real shit, and niggas start dying

And these bullets start flying, at your mama home

Keep busting towards your dome, until all my drama gone

Boss Hogg Familia, (thicker than water)

Black talons got em leaking shit, (thicker than water)

Promethazine got the Sprite mix, (thicker than water)

Slim Thug, Killa Kyleon niggas not we

It’s on and hopping out of my van, Glock in my hand

I’m fin to hit private for blocks of surran, them bullets stopping your man

If they come try to test Kyle, they’ll enter his chest while

And stop his life like west nile, live in the water with reptiles

Trained killers, that pray on the weak

My trigger finger lay on the heat, you lay on the street

My click playing for keeps, no shorts no losses

If you don’t come up off it, you seeing hearts and crosses

We not marks we bosses, like Sam and Nick

Merk you behind lil' shit, like grams and nick’s

Get with the fam' and split, in a Lincoln Continental

Four bodies in the trunk, now it’s a stinking Continental

Be thinking confidential, ay go hide the pies

Then get with your click, to divide the pies

Anybody need work, I provide them pies

With out of town licks need, so I’ma provide them fives nigga