S.L.A.B. - We Gon Make It lyrics

(*talking*) Trae, Kee Money, Big Dex H-A-Dub-K, Lil B, yeah we gon make it We gon make it, we gon make it [Trae] They see me stepping out thoed, Guerilla Maab type thug representing for the side I love Southside and it ain't gon change, n***as like us gon change the game With street fame living untamed, in a wide frame drop fin to swang and bang If a n***a don't know better peep the game, S.U.C. we running thangs Finna smash me a n***a, I'm a young gun n***a by the name of Trae Wrecking this track with H-A-W-K, from the Dead End to the west of Fewquay Blue on grey is what I'm riding mayn, I'm that Southside type stunner On these blocks I be a runner, for the plex call me a gunner Guerilla Maab representative, four 12's in Sedan DeVille We gon make it that's for real, crank it up while I work my grill Tilt on a lane and I'm setting it off, see me and my click can't take a loss Me and Lil B gon break it off, S-L-A-B be wilding out [Kee Money] I'm setting it off, in a wide body six hund' With C-Dub and the Mon, bringing terror like Big Pun My squad's the bomb, it's play time but never fun Making b**h n***as run, faster than Michael John' Hit like Paul Manson, stacking funds with bigger guns My squad we hundred proof, hauling a** on the loot Compressed to stay true, from Dead End to the Boot Snitch n***as to me elite, strapped with plenty heat Mo' bricks than concrete, watch my lungs release When I'm puffing on do-do, my cheddar like Velveeta Make you give me some mo', uh-ohhhhhh I'm a thug n***a, uh-ohhhhhh Bending corners on dubs n***a, now do you love n***a How Kee Money get down, whoa now fo' life We repping this H-Town, feel me now C.E.O. of Pay Time, and I gotta hold it down Staying on my grind, I want mine baby [Big Dex] Dead in a line, I got juveniles on the front line Spitting venom, like reptiles Locking like grip pliers, we worldwide Gilla Southside like cell flies, you can't jump us like barbwire Or cross us like vogue tires, they catch time Haters get eternally baptized, a thugged out Gomer Pile I'll walk through a crossfire, f** a nine to five I'm pushing birds that don't fly, capping fool's my appetite Overloading my goldmine, this twelfth round b**h We hot like bonfires, slaves call me siar I'm the rap game umpire, spitting lyrical fire The world is ours, cracking it like a egg and n***a we gon make it [Hook - 4x] We gon, make it We gon make it, we gon make it [H.A.W.K.] We gon make it, or take it Rock it up and shake it, whip it up and bake it So the laws can't take it, I barred all the trouble Cruise through the struggle, use Arm-N-Hammer and water To see my digits double, live lavish and bubble With the money I made, and now that I'm paid these n***as hate I'ma rain on they parade, for roaches I use Raid Or bring the army brigade, clean em out like Cascade Or put a hole in your fade, ever since the first grade I been a man on a mission, but no one would listen And now I get all the attention, n***a stop penny pinching Get the f** out my way, while I change the game Like Sigel and J, n***a what [Lil B] I'll never follow I'm a baller, U-Hauler Prowler on the scene, fog eyes looking mean DVD's with a monitor screen, my team is gonna make it Don't hate it take a ounce and break it on up, sip syrup out my cup On buck not giving a f**, so what you hoes can move around Take it out on the South we from H-Town, with a big gun case it's round for round We gon bust and bust till they all fall down, it's like that Lil B gon bring hats, S.L.A.B. soldiers on every track My n***a we did that, step back with all that hating And faking we riding 4's, now days the boulevard We skate, and p**y hole penetrating Leaving all hoes aching, because we gon make it