S.L.A.B. (Slow Loud And Bangin) - Breath lyrics

rate me

(feat. Ricky D, Poppy, Trae, U-Neek, Scooby, Paul Wall, Y)

[talking]

Yeah, you bitch ass niggaz can't breathe huh

We taking all, after marks mayn

It's the Mista-Mista, in your motherfucking face

Repping this dub, S-L-A-B

And the motherfucking A.B.N

Putting it in your back, you back stabbing bitches

Yeah, so try and breathe motherfuckers

[Hook x2]

You niggaz won't breathe, if my niggaz don't eat

We can take it to the streets, if you niggaz want beef

My niggaz don't sleep, my niggaz gon ride

And y'all niggaz gon die, if you really wanna try

[Poppy]

For seven years I've been running this race, running in place

Through suffering hate, struggling waiting for something to shake

And it's nothing to the Bay, as far as talent's concerned

Haven't you heard, we known to this mental law challengers

You been testing my patience, now I'ma challenge yours

Look at my bloodline, bitch I'm known to damage curves

Check out my pedigree, this is what I was bread to be

Fuck being celebrities, just give me the feddy please

I'm bout that getty-green, and getting it by any means

Scoob, 'Nique and Pop mayn that Grit Boy Trinity

It's no hope for you bitch niggaz, surrender please

Trae, hit 'em with that semi-automatic symphony

[Trae]

It's mandatory, these niggaz on the verge of a temper-tantrum

Cause I ran inside this bitch, and skeeted out with another anthem

Raw ain't it, I let these niggaz breathe for a minute

But now Slow Loud And Bangin' back, and we gon fight to the finish

Fuck a script see I'ma blitz, and stick you hoes where you standing at

Don't know the Terror Squad, but I'm gon have you hoes leaning back

Now breathe, you bitches got me sick to the stomach

And all this speaking with your hands, gon get you six to the stomach

Gutter related with the Grit, so now the fan finna get ya

Ain't it no way we gon let up hope, everyone of 'em hit ya

Now walk with that, busted up ass old industry nigga

And I'm a asshole, ain't no way to finish me nigga

[Hook x2]

[Unique]

It's all trill for real, I'm so hood

Same spot same corner, it's all good

I got haters, so you might as well take a number

It's fakers everywhere, and I can't let 'em take me under

That's why, it's only wonder

How to bring the heat like the summer, keep reaching from us to us

Yeah, I'm smoother than a 75

Lincoln with the suicide do's, bitch you ain't know

We spit vivid flows, spit it how we live it bro

And I don't really think, you get the picture though

I let my figgas grow, Russell Simmons mindframe

But you'll get rushed with the semi's, fuck with mine mayn

[Scooby]

The block in me, built for a sky to read

Had a lot of fake partnas, but not Unique

Plus Poppy got my back, Trae asking where they at

Then he call up S.L.A.B., them go get the gats

If you fuck with me, you can get touched quickly

If you ain't know by now, nigga we run the city

It's mo', than the music fool

You can end up, on the motherfucking news at noon dude

You think you Bishop on the juice, mayn you not him

Niggaz gon catch you, and really put your butt at brim

And the clouds all that loud talk, you can get fouled out of the game

Knock your ass down, like a sample of caine mayn

[Hook x2]

[Paul Wall]

Everytime I turn around, I hear somebody hating

But I'm patiently making moves, bringing home the bacon

I came up in the game, slowly but surely

Built my reputation up, to make the whole world know me

People turned they back on me, but I can't fall off

A couple friends came and went, but I just counted a loss

I got the heart of a lion, and the mind of Einstein

Steady climbing the ladder, in the mix on the grind

I'm in the game, making chess moves

I refuse to fail I might not win, but I sho won't lose

I gotta get it, while it's here for the taking

But it's too many people in my path faking, but I ain't tripping

[talking]

Breathe motherfucker, what you niggaz get

For running round this bitch, getting big headed

Like we wasn't gon cause hell, on these streets nigga

We been out here, it go down like that

Slow Loud And Bangin', feel what I'm saying

Always affiliated with the streets, 3-2 what's up baby

S.U.C., Slow Loud And Bangin'

Assholes by motherfucking nature, that's what it is yeah