[Lyric] You Can Get It To (DJ Kay Slay)

[Verse 1: Slim Thug]
Big boss [?] independent be winning
[?] cause I got a problem spending
While you niggas pretending it
I'm living that life
I'm from the hood living good, and it's feeling real nice
I don't fight when I write, or speak when I beef
I just take it to the streets, and handle it with the heat
Niggas weak
Talking llike they on the block getting cash
You're in your mama house, sleeping with your pen and pad
I wish CD's was DVD's
So you could see these pussy niggas who be claming they G's
Real niggas don't speak, dirty work on mics
Cause real niggas know the feds [?] niggas for life
Yеah I'm Slim Thugger, motherfucker, I ain't nеw to this
Ask them boys down south, they know I'm true to this
So make sure when there's drama [?]
Come see me in the streets, we ain't gotta see the drama king

[Chorus: Bun B]
Old nigga, new nigga, fake nigga, true nigga
I don't give a fuck, you can get it too nigga
Old nigga, new nigga, fake nigga, true nigga
I don't give a fuck, you can get it too nigga
[Verse 2: Petey Pablo]
[?] dawg, I ain't just got on
I'm the motherfucking [?] on
Yeah even you homie
You ain't know Petey Pab was putting shit out this hard
Even though I get crunk, [?] up in New York
[?]
Get on some Slay shit with no prob
[?]
[?] 16 bars
I got someething going on
[?]
[?] on
Sounding like I'm going back dawg
Sound like I'm heading for self destruction
So far from it
Dawg [?] really got [?]
[?] niggas did it
That's why [?]
[?] song
[?] I was on it
[?] gone

[Chorus: Bun B]
Old nigga, new nigga, fake nigga, true nigga
I don't give a fuck, you can get it too nigga
Old nigga, new nigga, fake nigga, true nigga
I don't give a fuck, you can get it too nigga
[Verse 3: Bun B]
As soon as I step off the plain, it's a problem nigga
Slay called me up, and we mobbin nigga
If I need heaters on my side, they got 'em nigga
And if I like a nigga chain, I can rob him nigga
Without a worry bout the repercussions
Throwing niggas and keep them them niggas bussin
You heard about the street sweeper's cousin
[?] click, roll hard, ride thick
Every nigga hold his own, obody ride [?]
Hardcore hood nigga, raised in the slums
[?] them guns and we [?]
If [?] we ain't it
If we aiming, we bussing
If we can buss it [?]
Tell me, must it be explained how these south niggas be?
Sick them wolves on you [?]
We do it big without the dream [?]
Fucking with that drama king, you gon get that red beam in your ear nigga


[Chorus: Bun B]
Old nigga, new nigga, fake nigga, true nigga
I don't give a fuck, you can get it too nigga
Old nigga, new nigga, fake nigga, true nigga
I don't give a fuck, you can get it too nigga
[Verse 4: David Banner]
Lil radio fuck
I smoke ya and spit ya ass up like a dutch
[?] you stupid bastards, I tried to heal the hood
Through the beats and the verses
I'm bout to run my fingers through you bitch niggas [?]
Screaming god could you please save my soul from these curse?
The mind of a slave [?]
[?]
I'll put these pussy motherfuckers right in they grave
You don't know me, nigga
You don't know my kind
Yeah I speak [?], hit your ass with the 9
[?] street sweeper, out of the truck
You better [?] back [?] motherfucker or duck
I don't wanna be hard, my soul can't [?]
It ain't that I ain't kill, I just ain't got caught
And if I did tell the kids, that I love them so
Let them know that David Banner wasn't never no ho
Nigga yeah

[Chorus: Bun B]
Old nigga, new nigga, fake nigga, true nigga
I don't give a fuck, you can get it too nigga
Old nigga, new nigga, fake nigga, true nigga
I don't give a fuck, you can get it too nigga