Artist: Slim Thug & Killa Kyleon Album: Havin' Thangs Song: Victory Flow Typed by: Byg_Balla@hotmail.com * * send corrections to the typist [Talking] Run it ok Uh gyeah, run it Ok uh, gyeah, run it Ok uh, gyeah Check me out right here, yo Killa [Killa Kyleon] Rappas don't rhyme forever So while we here slim, me and you might as well rhyme together Try to make it to the top, we gon climb together When we make it to the top, we gon shine together I got my mind together, ready to make this money And my nine baretta, ready to take this money Plus I'm down with chedda, we go ?? and ?? I raise my arm and spray, if they bring harm your way Listen, thats right I'd die for ya homie Bust a few slugs, let 'em fly for ya homie Bust a few thugs, let 'em die for ya homie Hit them niggaz wit the heat, let 'em fry for ya homie I ride for ya homie, lets take the case And if the reaper come today, we finna take ya place And if ya number one, killas finna take ya space Cause aint no walkin right here, I'm finna take ya space [Slim Thug] I'm in position, no competiton can stop my mission Made a few new tranitions, two good decisions Listen to the host of the team, wit the most On the dirty south coast, no other team comin' close You finna see history, I'm tryna see victory Thats why I don't let these frauds, and these brauds get to me It's automatic I static, I pull out the automatic Rat-ta-tat-tat-it, till ya haters done had it Boss of the mob, not personal just doin' my job Callin' shots controllin' cops, nigga I work hard Dear god dont run through me, I'm just doin' my duty And bringin' the real life, when people seein the movies Me and Killa the perfect match, like trains and tracks We brang the facts, everytime we bang the wax You other suckas can't match, this here batch We shut down all attacks, nigga start from scratch As we proceed, to give ya what ya need We bout a hundred miles ahead, y'all ain't takin' the lead Ya slow pokes just don't match, for our break a way speed We in a whole nother leauge, then feed out greed Throw in ya white towels, raise ya white flag We up by ten rounds, you boys is lookin' bad I'm lookin' sad, sit by the curb next to the trash Wit ya piss poor effort, ya dont deserve cash I mash for mine, never had to stand last in line I'm the truth in the booth, when y'all talk trash in line I designed the flow you spittin', bin fuckin that hoe you hittin' Bin gettin' that dough you gettin' You behind me nigga When you look in front of you, you can't find me nigga Cause I'm way too far ahead, havin' way more bread Oh you don't thank so, watch me prove what I said Compare my car to your car, ya piece to my piece Ya stash to my stash, ya teeth to my theeth Ya house to my house, I won you lost That's why you still lil man, and slim the big boss Slim t-h-u-g, just refuse to lose Ya damn foos, I been runnin' this shit since high school I don't bend break the rules, I pay no more dues I'm the chief in these streets, I make the rules Nigga