S.L.A.B. - We Represent H-Town lyrics

(*talking*) Man, this motherf**ing underground sh** Ain't ready for S.L.A.B. baby, we in here It's that n***a Rick D baby, I'm in here with Trae Guerrilla Maab, and the Girt mayn sh**ting on the spit mayn, it's going down 2003 (Hook) Hey get down, lay down Cause we got what it takes, to make you cakes and all you bricks Lay down, hate now It's Girt Boys, S.L.A.B. and Trae, you know we gotta represent H-Town, whoa now Don't beef with the team, we mean what we say so b**h slow down, whoa now n***a we'll put it in your face, get it straight (Poppy) We Guerillas, you n***az is chimps And we too tall, to deal with you shrimps By the way I'm a playa, boo-wow when I fill you with shrimp Respect my gangsta chick, cause you dealing with pimps Hey I'm straying off of the subject, if you don't feel S.L.A.B The Mack'll have you feeling Trae, off of your stomach That's Trae from the Tre pound, off of your stomach We go platinum, I'm hitting Trae out for the hundreds Some of you hate, to see us n***az get paid And that's probably why we got bad blood, like n***az with AIDS This game ain't sweet, but y'all got licorice ways The truth hurt, you don't want me to finish this phrase do you (Unique) Aw naw, Trae up in this b**h And tear the walls down, I thought I told you befo' Hey back down, 'fore a n***a Mack drown You in a pool of blood, and let me tell you something else Mack rounds, leave a n***a back down On the ground, cause he choose to thug That popcorn sh**, bout to drown out Call me ringmaster, cause I'm calling clowns out On some pimp sh**, smacking you s*uts On some square sh**, snatching your nuts And boys better, get it right 'Fore I hit em right, in they fitted right Between the letters, put it on your mind you get it right Say, let me slow it down So you can keep up, Unique I hold it down Like Will and C-Note You n***az can't tell me, you don't feel what we quote U-nique, ba*tard child Ignorant slow swagger, nasty smile Grit Boys, ain't no concern what you bragging bout Like MLK on Sunday, n***a slabbed out (Trae) I do' ran up on a n***a, and spit it sick on all you faking n***az Hell-i-fied when I click on n***az, that be on my dick a** n***az I'm telling you I'm a lunatic, but my name ain't Nelly I be the one, to hit the block and let off five in your belly One deep and swanging a Chevy, Slow Loud And Bangin' I'm packing Bad ain't to know n***az stacking, them n***az need to quit rapping Haven't you heard of my team, with a red beam And it's co*ked, with a four pound that I'm packing I make a heavyweighter drop stop and roll, trying to get away from the Maab n***az tripping, they think I'm slicking they a** out of a job And I know I'm too hard, so you n***az finna see I'm a n***a with attitude, that these haters don't wanna meet (Hook) (Scooby) f** you, and the rest that hate Grit Boys rep the H, got heat that'll melt your face You must got breath, to waste f** that sh**, my n***az trying to get some cake Hey, Girt Boys came to win Got the rap game, caving in n***a I ain't your friend, Scoob don't know y'all n***az So, he let the chamber spin Then, get back to my do' Get stacks from my hoe, b**h crack on the low I'm telling y'all n***az Any chit-chat, guns'll blow whoa Oh, can't forget B and Trae Y'all n***az don't need to play, might just bleed today The Maab in this b**h, so drop to your knees and pray (Archie) We know, none of y'all n***az want it with Arch' I'll have the paramedics screaming, that they losing your heartbeat Cause damn, I've been waiting a long time To show you co*k s**er motherf**ers, I work with this chrome nine And f** who you came with, cause all y'all faking You need to peep game, and realize what y'all facing I keep them hogs waiting, for any altercation I let the bullets rush through your team, like Walter Payton I get it done right, n***a MJ style I'll give you 42 shots, in one night And yeah I let the Mach spit, and make you b**h n***az back down for f**ing with Arch, S.L.A.B. and Grit b**h (Lil B) You boys better move around, back-back 'Fore I grab the black gat, busting shots that'll make your blood splat Feel that Grit, S.L.A.B. and my kin folk Trae Shooting game to you busters, we hustles for pay day Gotta get it come back with it, it don't quit Lay you down, 'fore you f** around and get your wig split Young Guerillas that's after scrilla, haters you gotta love it Push and shove it, you think I'm bluffing big trucks I'm dubbing Plus fo' still known, to tack a hater toe Representing H-Town, whenever you hear me flow Lil B, also known as By-Bo Get out of line, I'll be busting like a crooked po-po Fa sho a n***a gleam, better yet a n***a shine Bled blocks for stocks, on the corners of Grape Vine When you see a n***a, chunk a deuce or move around Third Coast finest, making you chumps lay it down (Jay'Ton) Make way for the Jay'Ton, he next to bat With a gat and a pack, that'll heat up your back Do my dirt and burn off, you wa*kstas getting tossed Swanging the boulevard, till the laws getting lost Hit the block and set up shop, for fiends that need rocks Just quick it if you wanna, then I'm knocking your a** off Like Lennox Lewis, candy blue on the Buick If it's fast then I Screw it, I gotta stay true to it It's the S-L-A-B, I got it tatted on my arm 15's be beating, like I be busting at Sadaam 17 years old, a gangsta I know If a n***a out of line, I'm wrecking him like a flow