T2 - Gimmie the Mic lyrics

(*talking*) Yo, it's T2 and S.L.A.B It's a remix, yes sir [Trae] They say that I'm not wrecking, I'm about to teach 'em a lesson How n***as get f**ed over, when stepping off in my section More graphic than X-Box, on Fox With a red fox with red socks, and tank tops f**ing with a fat bop, thoed huh the way I throw my sh** together On static, fanatic leather Gucci defining my letters I'm bad like P. Diddy, on rapper spitting it sh**ty In any city I'm gritty like the state, how you feeling Now really, who you think gon be f**ing around with that Trae With my screens lit, swanging and banging on MLK In a fo' do', tipping with Shae and the BJ It's the G way, living it up in the SK While b**hes be on my dick, like a rubber that's blocking s**m They gon learn, I can make it till where they wet as a sherm My game straight as a perm, they never gon see it coming Unless I be in a dropper, with the trunk flying bumping [Lil B] Give me the mic, and I bet you I go hard When you plexing in Texas, I be pulling your hoe card In the booth or in the Coupe It really don't matter, we hitting hard like May Moop While n***as be bragging, about the diamonds on they tooth These underground punks, putting out trash that's the truth On for do-lo on low-low's, I stay up Doing cats like Petey Pablo, we making 'em raise up Think of jacking if you want me, it's best that you pay up B'der smoking bullets sparking, I'm choking you haters (haters) Play us if you think that you can, without a plan Take a stand, watch I make a motherf**er say man Can't stand how I'm wrecking a G, I'm Lil B Ride or die for my people, S-L-A-B The family who be dropping the bombs, leaving 'em stunned Rocking steady for jelly, like Nelly we're number one [Dougie D] Who's stacking sh** my n***a, give me the mic I bleed it Pulverize it annihilate it, and punish and eat it Slow loud and we banging, motherf**ers you know us Disrespecting my click, we running these hoe n***as over n***as respect my gangsta, cause I come real with it I could halk a hell of a hully lugie, give a lyric We ripping the track, sh** nothing for Dougie Soon as I touch it it explode, combustible functions Everytime that you hear me, you rewinding and spin it Keep it pumping up in the speakers, you crunk and you feel it Down in the Dirty Dirty, motherf**ers we soldiers S.L.A.B. b**h, we locking and taking it over [Warren G] These n***as, out of line get plugged Stray in they chest, like a red beam slug Don't give a damn to mean mugs, get slugs Shae in the six riding, on dubs Body rocking, shocking and dropping up in the club Pa** me a pint, so I can po' up a cup n***as in my face, so I'm hollin' b**h what I never give a f**, about a Chi-Town thug (f** that thug) [Pimp Skinny] n***as jumping fly, like they really want some But you bumping your gum, a** n***as don't want none Pimp Skinny, bust that a** and leave you finished and done Cause we S.L.A.B., H and haters getting hit with the bomb Lyrical red rum, making Tweety Birds run I'm a G a** n***a, and you can see it when I come And f** a contest, we done already won Everytime that we drop black, bet you n***as stop that Real sh**, plus the fact I represent And drop you flat on your back, walking on n***as like a do' mat Busting like a gat, so you haters get the click-clack S.L.A.B. n***a did that, underground going plat' [Jay'Ton] I'm in a 2003, dropper n***as think I be playing, when I rolling on my choppers Everytime I open my mouth, here come the boppers 24/7, I be running from the helicopters Cause I'm a thug n***a, dropping chopping Up on the block on the way to ATL, to holla at my n***a Shot And when you do a concert, you know the crowd gon rock It's the Jay'Ton, two thee off the lot With J's up on my feet, swanging down the street And when I find a freak, I'm pumping until I skeet Just give me the mic, so I can wreck that hoe It's Jay'Ton, in this b**h with that boy J-Mo [T2] I'm J'd up, you can tell by my clothes I'm iced up, cause my whole body froze 16 years old, got the game on hold You be thinking I'm slow man, cause your whole block hold Just give me the light, cause I'm a thoed a** monster Car standing tall, think my car made by Tonka Candy coated Hummer, looking real good When you in your airplane, see my face on the hood It's all good, cause I ball like that My screens falling so hard, left a dent in your back It's like that, cause I'm a thoed guerilla If you make this monster mad, I'ma hurt me a n***a 16 years young, dropping hits like bombs I know why you hating playboy, I got your girl sprung [Kepoe] Kepoe the throwed hoe, that they hate to see coming But I got to, cause I'm the only b**h bumping Black mink with Loc's, eight hundred dolla coats f** the game inside out, with no strokes Dark and lovely, far from ugly that's me Definition of, K-E-P-O-E First lady of S.L.A.B., co*k back and jab Become a dangerous motherf**er, when I step in the lab And I ain't playing, when I hit the Boulevard in a Jag Top down trunk up, banging nothing but S.L.A.B Before I take it out the door, I'm only letting you know That I'm a certified b**h, known to wreck the flow [Hook - 4x] Just give me the mic, S.L.A.B. is in the do-o-or And watch a n***a, wreck this flow