Master P, Slim Thug - Shut it Down lyrics

Slim Thug you ready? Geyeah!
I'm on my way from New Orleans
And I'm comin to Texas
And we gon' handle this, ya heard?
Slim Thugga ghetto Bill!

Lay it down, lay it down
Tear this motherfucker UP, shut it down

Security couldn't stop us, go see the doctor
Nigga wanna fight I got
A motherfuckin chopper
I'm in the back gettin blunted with thugs
Whole city walk through
They give me kisses and hugs
I'm a real motherfucker
I ain't takin no shit
I got golds in my mouth, and ice on my wrist
Homies see me in the club
And they tryin to hate
I'm poppin bottles in the club cause
I'm hard as a 8 suckers try to mean mug but
They ain't bustin a grape
Get my money from the block
Flippin quarters and eighths
I'm a No Limit Soldier
Motherfucker you heard me
Uptown, Calliope, projects to dirty
65 for birdies, call me you thirsty
I'm a legend in the hood
Like the boy James Worthy
You ain't a soldier motherfucker keep steppin
Turn a, 211 to a 187 - yeah

Lay it down, lay it down
Tear this motherfucker UP, shut it down

Slim Thuggahhhh boys gotta lay it down when
The boss come around
Or the Glock fo' pound gon'
Knock 'em on the ground
Geyeah - you can vouch in my
Town I'm a motherfuckin G
And I got a lotta soldiers on my team like P
I get word that them haters tryna
Catch a nigga slippin - what?
Run your ass up and you
Gon' catch a ass-whippin
I'm flippin through my hood on Vogues
Still tippin glock cocked with the clip in
Hell naw I ain't trippin
I'm a Boss Hogg Outlaw, chasin my bread
Snitch niggas out here tellin got
Me shakin the feds
I'm in the club pullin hoes
Fuck datin instead
I got a supermodel at the crib waitin in bed
Got the blocks on lock
You gotta come see the boss
If you wanna get the work
For the dirt cheap cost
Me and Master P represent the
Bottom of the South
And if nigga hate that, he'll lose
The bottom of his mouth, geyeah

Lay it down, lay it down
Tear this motherfucker UP, shut it down

Black sopranos!