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

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(feat. Rick D., Trae, Mike D., Boss Hogg, W.G., Lil' B)

[talking]

Hey what's happening, this Rick D baby

You ain't think we was gon let you motherfuckers rest huh

It's time to wake up baby, the assholes is here

[Hook x2]

I heard some niggaz in the rap game, hollin' out plex

Speaking on my name, like they ass won't get wrecked

Letting they nuts hang, cause I've been gone for a sec

Bitch nigga ass on, I'm about to bring plex

[Trae]

It's war, so I'm bout to get to spitting on bitches

I'll leave the weapon on the flo', so I'm shitting on bitches

I heard some niggaz wasn't able, to keep they tongue in they mouth

So I'm bout to put 'em in a lock, and drag they ass through the South

T-Ray and all them kids, who be thinking they rich

Here go your second of the fame, but either way you a bitch

You got a problem and you know it, ain't no stopping me dog

That go for each and every one of y'all, who knocking me dog

Better check my stats ol' nigga, I could end your career

I'm ready for drama with your click, in any time of the year

All the way to 50 Cent and Banks, I ain't born today

Better check yourself, everytime you speak a Asshole's name

And if the click side with ya, it don't really matter

I got a hundred and fifty assholes, that's killing the chatter

I promise we rawer, a hundred percent than most of these rappers

And please don't try me cause I'm bound to make your bitch ass a factor

[Hook x2]

[Mike D]

It's war, niggaz better get they mind right

'Fore I aim my highlight, and fuck off ya eyesight

It's war, niggaz better know the funk coming

'Fore I run up in your house, and duct tape your woman

64 slugs, dead in your car

Blucka-boo-blucka, recognize who we are

We ghetto superstars

And y'all motherfuckers, done took it too far

Recognize G's when we in your face, put it down like it go

Ahead of the footrace, Corleone on the mash hoe

[Boss]

I'll take over your turf, and place real G's on it

Got a hot nine for sale, but don't nobody want it

I put three bodies on it, when I was tipping and flossing

Had to take another six month break, from filling up coffins

It's often that niggaz get lost, for dipping in my sauce

You gotta pay the cost to the Boss, with the Nina Ross

Plex is when you fucking with Trae, and the S.K

You got AK's and HK's, in your face all day

Bitch, war's with big niggaz when the streets got plex wit ya

Can't let a certain type of nigga, try to get next to ya

I put this sticking to ya, so nigga better gaurd they ribs

Or I'm quick to pull a kickdo', so just gaurd your cribs

[W.G.]

All this beef that you talking, you can squash the drama

A.B.N. done pulled up, it's time to start the trauma

Why these niggaz running to they cars, to get they guns

Red beam and teflons, aiming at they lungs

Everybody ready for beef, until the war pop off

We ain't playing down here, in the Dirty South

Niggaz be getting slid, and put on they back

W.G. bring hats, making niggaz back-back

[Lil' B]

Niggaz better duck quick, when the K start busting

Or South Klique get to rushing, ain't no time for discussion

See I click quick bitch nigga, I'm ready for war

An asshole named Lil' B, is who I are

So you can strap your laces, and put 'em up

I got hands that'll drop niggaz, right where they stand up

Think I'm playing, ask about that nigga that ran up

'Fore I dropped him, Boss was thumping them thangs up out the truck

What the fuck was you thinking, my click be reigning yelling Slow Loud And Bangin'

Leaving bitch niggaz stanking, rich kids ain't banking

Trying to ride on guerillas, that'll bust and be shanking

I'm always riding with my cause, what the fuck you drinking

[Hook x2]

[Jay'Ton]

24/7 I be creeping, representing the South

Niggaz think it's a game, until I'm creeping with the sawed off

I hit a nigga with the K, and left his insides out

Nigga you know it's Jay'Ton, bitch you know what I'm bout

I'm digging ditches for niggaz, that's steady owing me riches

I keep it real with my niggaz, it's money over them bitches

And I'm a Southwest nigga, plus my click roll thick

I greet a nigga with the heat, and chunk his ass to my pit

And let genocide shake your ass down, like a cat that's stray

Assholes we don't play, repping blue over grey

You never seen a block jump, but it's gon jump today

You might as well call me Ike, from the way that I spray

[Hook x2]