(*talking*)
Here ye here ye, come one come all
An nigga talking down on the Maab, bound to fall
Know I`m saying, Z-Ro the Crooked
Representing S.U.C., got my nigga Fred in this bitch
My nigga Trae in this bitch, and we don`t give
A damn about you, that`s why we fin to ride
[Trae]
I bet these boys, out here better recognize
My team, Guerilla Maab until it`s over
Running bitch niggas over, beaming a glock like I`m a soldier
Ready for war who that hating on Trae, and knowing they trash
Throwing they ass up out my face, if they think of blocking my cash
Mo` rocks than Damon Dash, independently I`m a threat
AKA a vet, and spraying them niggas until they wet
I ain`t finished yet I`m a G, and I`m finishing what I started
Half of these niggas out here be spitting bullshit, like they retarded
Disregarded never, I`m better than the rest of the game
You lame better read my chain, M double A-B be running thangs
With my kin folk Ro dog, and the L dog
Everytime let me tell y`all, we thoed I`ma swell y`all
(*talking*)
Well swell em up then
Fuck these old PH bastard ass niggas
Talking down on us, bet y`all can`t walk down on us
Nigga we strapped automatics, semi`s and fully`s
[Hook]
This one is dedicated, to them niggas that hate it
It`s been a long time, but we finally made it
We the realest of the real, and we can never be faded
It`s been a long time, but we finally made it
We the future of the funk, you punks is outdated
It`s been a long time, but we finally made it
Breaking laws and jaws, cause you bitches is overrated
It`s been a long time, but we finally made it
[Z-Ro]
Presidential got a problem, with me making my cash
Trying to starve a nigga out, and have me flat on my ass
One hundred and sixty thousand, what they suing me fo`
But since my shit`s selling, you could never ruin me hoe
25 hours a day, I be packing that lead
Chasing paper so me and Fred, steady stacking our bread
I understand that you bullshit niggas, done flip-flopped
Trying to hold on to a nigga, hitching a ride to the top
(and 97.9), the biggest hoes I know
Now Walter D is my nigga, the rest of em be hating Ro
What do you know, why these niggas all up in my face
Back back I`m about two seconds, from catching a case
When I walk up in the club, they act like they don`t see me
Nervous in my presence, praying that Z-Ro will take it easy
I`ma take it hard, while I`m killing em softly
Till they gone, they been hating us for way too long
[Hook]
[Jay`Ton]
Slow Loud And Bangin in they face, and niggas acting like hoes
I think it`s cause we never went, when we be spitting out flows
Got cash I`m sick with it, I spit it cause I`m a G
It`s the Jay`Ton, repping S.L.A.B
With Ro Dog and Trae, my flag be doing great
Undisputed like weight, when I`m upper cutting in your face
Body blows and jabs, for niggas hating on S.L.A.B
You come with that bullshit, guaranteed I`m beating your ass
It been a long time, and we finally made it
Hopped the slab off the AVE., and I finally sprayed it
No more slanging on the block, cause the block got raided
Like the point on the dice, I can never be faded
(*talking*)
Yeah, we ain`t gon blow it though
You know we got this hoe ass devil on our back
On our motherfucking ass, that nigga can`t face up
With a real nigga though, know I`m saying
Nigga know he talk shit, so I be spitting
All motherfucking day long, but it`s still God first though
This whole ass world got me this way, you know I`m saying
Bout paper, this motherfucking K, motherfucking Tre-8
This 4-5, 4-4, shit it goes on and on and on
Talking down on us nigga, you getting 17 hundred to the dome
So I know u gon be gone, you know I`m saying
Fred get your bread, Trae pass that motherfucking K
And let`s roll, I`ma continue to blow dro, and we out this bitch
