S.L.A.B. - The South lyrics

(*talking*) Yeah we back n***a, S.L.A.B Slow Loud And Bangin' mayn, Yung Redd My n***a Trae yeah, I'm just saying though mayn Still the money making money, grind Still out here, in this rap game You n***as days is out, you know I'm tal'n bout I'm just addressing the situation, know I'm saying For y'all ain't know, it is plex n***a what's up [Hook] I been through every hood, I stood on every block But welcome to the South, partna what they talking bout Hustled on every spot, my wheels never stop So welcome to the South, partna what they talking bout I been through every hood, I stood on every block So welcome to the South, partna what they talking bout Hustled on every spot, my wheels never stop 21 gun salute, and we clear the parking lot [Z-Ro] It's the corner that's where I stay, a concrete jungle but it's where I play With a second to die but a minute to pray, when you in H-Town watch what you say South Coast on down to MLK, lot of motherf**ers die everyday all day Better walk right planning on walking our way, then you better have a conversation with the AK n***a f** foreign these n***as don't play, gangsta type n***as like Boss and Trae Lil B and Redd gon empty that lead, don't matter if it's night time or in broad day Rolling in a mission coming down Broadway, bout to dump on a chump 17 the hard way Out of respect we don't trip on the Lord's day, but anyday could be go to war day We got Crips and Bloods and clips and d** and, sheisty a** n***as that'll rob they cousins And punk police that be spitting no peace, acting like hoes all I know'll co*k they dozens So I ride on n***as and disquise on n***as, but always keep my eyes on n***as I don't wanna have to pull a five on n***as, bet the motherf**ers it'll be a crime won't it [Yung Redd] You could say I'm on that Kay Slay sh**, I'm a motherf**ing drama king I ain't gotta sing, bout all them guns that I'ma bring So it seems, you n***as it's Halloween No gangstas just masks, I don't know them Clover G's naw If you thinking I'm slipping then try, sleep with them heaters beside me Me and them k**as is riding, uh-huh Toss what you think I mean, 7-1-3 is the name of my team This ain't a game them nines'll bang, it'll rain and split your frame Yung Redd, is still the best kept secret You so far from the hood, this beef sh** is your weakness yeah Give respect, where respect due f** what the rest do, s**a Free I move with select few [Hook] [Trae] It's drama in any kind of whether, you better duck 'fore the heat come get ya Everybody suspect so we gon load the Mack up, with some'ing that'll burn when it hit ya b**h I'ma get ya, and it ain't no way you n***as fin to come cross my set a**holes coming out of mother nature, with hands that's known to wreck f**ing with my slab and I'm known to plex, pop my trunk and I cause a mess Four 15's and a b**h on top of the grill, I might put your sh** to rest By the way that I tip my slab, jelly slab when I flip my AVE Whether South gon connect with the West, with nothing less then wood wheel I grab You say you thoed but don't make me laugh, b**h we been raw on the mic Y'all had y'all second of fame to try to run the game, but now we bout to go on and take flight I'm a SK G and a leader of the wolfpack, so I'm about to get the hood back Right where we started yep now we got the hood back, so these n***as wanna pull back Just like I thought you n***as ain't built for this, the type of sh** you on you get k**ed for this And that's gangsta I put it on my click, so n***as don't get fooled you ain't real with this [Lil B] These n***as know they good, to get dropped in the hood Let's get it understood, I floss with Boss and grip wood Four deep and corner to corner, and every city to city I bleed blocks with rocks, showing 'em no pity I'm still that n***a, that ride or die for the Southside You get to tripping, this wood gon ripping your mouth wide Open and scoping, poking 'em in your brain Yelling out A.B.N. South Klique, cause that's the gang n***a I got k**as from Acre Shakers, to the South-West Sunnyside 3rd Ward, n***as'll rip your chest Plus I got Ridgemont 4, Mo City k**as Riding for Lil B, better go get your guerillas [J-Doe] You ride around, on your little a** dubs With your little a** thugs, with your little a** mugs With your lil' bitty guns, with your lil' bitty slugs It's J-Doe S-Dub-V, you heard of us When I jump on the track, with S.L.A.B. I'm murderers Since Trae got my name hot, now they curious But I've been on the block, and n***as wasn't feeling us Ever since we pulled a three out, they see we serious And I keep that thang with me, like my n***a Boss bang-bang Down South n***a, sitting on 4's and we swang-swang Down a pint smoke some dro, and still try to maintain Born to see the the mood of Houston now, about to do my thang [Boss] Pick up ya pace better pick up ya face, Boss in the house bout to stick up the place Let the Glock go hick-up in ya face, n***a when the Maab step up in the place n***as trying to get paid from fifty states, n***as got pack for sales off the scale You try to stop a n***a dope sale, post my licks up in the hotel Got a few fiends I know that won't tell, trying to sit low with stacks of mo' mail Sco' by the barrell and green by the bail, cool and the cut no time for no gel Fresh bandanas Chuck's and pig tails, trying to find me a new trip we can bail Gotta get paid with no time to fail, gotta flip another double whole sale [Hook]