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Slim Thug Go Hard For My City

with cautioness, the game think that he a marcine, people need to approach my phantom with procaution. (chorous) I go hard for my city. I go hard for my city (Thanks to erica for

dealers Cause I'm gon be there wit my True City Thug Never leave home wihtout that chrome unless I'm thugged out They will be my drug out, young niggas

, flabbergasted mesmerize digital dash, havin' my cash secret stash for my strap gotta shake these suckers and watch my back i'm slapping so hard my

came home from the pen seems like everybody know me Verse 3 (Slim Thug) Slim Thugga Muthaf***a The trunk bang with the belts when I swang to the left Pop my

hair [Verse 5 - Brother Ali] I hustle hard for the love of god My life has been the biggest struggle for the bloody start I knuckle up and throw the hands of my thug

my peoples All of my homies from the L.B.C. All my white homies who smoke with me Sell me bud on the weekdays cause this shit's for y'all, from me and

from the Pen seems like everybody knows me [Verse 3: Slim Thug] Slim Thugga, motherfucker! The trunk bang with the belts, while I swang to the left pop my

hard for the love of god My life has been the biggest struggle for the bloody start I knuckle up and throw the hands of my thug at heart So when the shit

feddy I gotta have it This for my ghetto niggaz, another classic what [talking:] Yeah, this for them go-getters out there You know I'm tal'n bout, them hard