Boss Hogg, we running this rap shit Slim Thugger, I'm running this rap shit Sir Daily, we running this rap shit Lil' Doodie, we running this rap shit E.S.G., we running this rap shit Rayface, we running this rap shit The take over, this the hater makeover If you got plex with Slim, I suggest you stay sober No time for slip up's, no room for mistakes I go to war with you cakes, talking bout I'm fake Y'all the ones telling lies, bitch apologize We was all cool, until I started to rise That's when the hate came in your eyes, I remember it clear Back in 9-9, yep I think that was the year I pulled up to the studio, in a drop on swangs Instead of looking happy, y'all looked like y'all was in pain Ever since then, thangs ain't never been the same You haters fell off, and I guess I'm to blame What a shame, back then I could tell you niggas was hoes Y'all use to get paid, fifty dollars a show While I was getting the G's, I told you get your money too The reply was Watts, don't need us like he need you Which was true, cause soon as I left y'all went left Tried to do y'all own thing, and follow my footsteps Only problem is, y'all needed me to make it I know it's hard to take it, but it's the truth face it Boss Hogg, we running this rap shit My nigga Troy, we running this rap shit Big Cheddar, we running this rap shit My nigga Corn, we running this rap shit My nigga Chi, we running this rap shit Jude Fiend, we running this rap shit D.P., we running this rap shit Verse two, little sorry hoe back to you I think I finally understand, why you do what you do When people come up to me, they ask