The Interview Lyrics - Already Platinum - Slim Thug

(Woman interview) 

What's good everybody? 

It's your girl Alana D. 

Chillin' with my boy the boy slim thug 

He's from Texas 

Now son you've been doin' it real big for awhile 

But please, tell us what's the secret to your success? 

(Slim) 

I'm a bonafide hustla 

Used to have to bust bricks down in half 

in order to see the cash 

That's in the past 

Niggas outta see the stash 

Went straight to the bentley 

Skilled, the S-class 

I was a star before I signed autographs 

This the beginning, y'all ain't seen my last 

When I call myself a hustla, 

I ain't talking about moving rocks 

I'm talkin' bout them 9's and them aks and them glocks 

When y'all was on the corner 

out there runnin' from them cops 

I was out there sellin' all them local crack spots 

Boyz in blue and we creep deep 

Motherfuckin' police 

we make the rules in the streets nigga 

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(woman interviewer) 

I feel you 

I feel you 

Now we talk about the style of Texas 

NOw many seem to think cause you got that Texas style 

That's gonna limit your success 

Tell us what you think about that 

(Slim) 

I'm an H-town nigga 

So FUCK y'all niggas 

Got a fo'-fo' thatta buck y'all niggas 

Stay out my way 

Cause nigga I'm not for play 

Ya niggas say you G's 

That must mean you niggas gay 

He's from H-town 

But he don't stay where I stay 

I'm from the land of the killers 

He don't lay where I lay 

So get it right motherfuckers 

Don't try to put me in the same shoes as them suckers 

There's a real thick line between rhymers and some hustlas 

Them niggas ain't no gangstas, 

Them niggas is some bustas 

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(Woman interviewer) 

Okay talk to 'em 

I see you here with all these diamonds, all these chains 

You drivin' around in bentley's 

But I don't ever see you with any security, 

Please, what's the word on that 

(Slim) 

Pistol grip pump in my lap at all times 

They be checkin' other fools, but they ain't checkin' mine 

You run up tryin' you gon' be lyin' down dyin' 

When you hear that clock clock sound comin' out of the iron 

I ain't no fuckin' punk, I suggest you niggas chill 

Cause if I pop this trunk, then somebody gon' get killed 

This ain't no rap act, my nigga I'm really real 

Go on run your ass up, and watch me stop you with the steel 

Niggas must be on peel, cause it's evident they 

think the boss went soft cause I got a record deal 

I do this rap shit cause makin' hits pay my bills 

And I could give a fuck what you other suckers feel 

For real 

(Woman interviewer) 

Aight yo, keep doin' your thing 

We lookin' out for you brother 

You got anything else in the works 

What can we expect from you in the future? 

(Slim) 

Boys in blue, comin' soon