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

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(feat. Z-Ro, Mr. 3-2, Yung Redd, Archie Lee, Kiotti,...)

[talking:]

Gangsta, Trae say man

Some niggaz gon get fucked up, on this song man

Know I'm saying, ay this Archie Lee baby

You already know, know I'm saying

Nothing but the real nigga, S.L.A.B.

We in your motherfucking face, turn it up nigga what

[Archie Lee:]

Four rocks in the hand, two glocks in the van

You niggaz make way, cause ain't no stopping this clan

S to the L-A to the B

None of these niggaz, fucking with Archie Lee

Before I drop my solo, you niggaz doubted me

How he gon switch labels, without that nigga Lil' Ke

But like the underdog, I was suppose to lose

Made profit like a motherfucker, showed you fools

Now everywhere I go, bitch niggaz so cool

Man your shit jamming, let me hear you flow fool

Hell naw, but I appreciate the love

You better appreciate a thug, or appreciate a slug what

[Hook:]

You can't deny us, we be spitting fire

(and you know, we strapped with heat)

We some real slab riders, please don't try us

(everybody know, talk is cheap)

[Z-Ro:]

What it do I'm coming through, you better move back

Strapped with artillery, not scared to use that

Cause I'm bad to the bone, got beef with me then bring it on

You ain't ready, for all these pieces of plastic and chrome

Must be tired of living ready, then headed to early grave

Known for sending niggaz, to hell or the pearly gate

Ain't nobody taking me, I ain't worried bout nothing

Hate me today tomorrow, I come back like a rewind button

Ain't friendly, stay to myself for no reason at all

Get up off of me, 'fore you be bleeding not breathing at all

I'm connected, nation wide respected and known

Z-Ro the Crooked, I'm original so watch for the clone

[Kiotti:]

Watch for the clone, see me better watch for my chrome

If you jacking, you better watch for your dome

And I'm on your block, and yep the talk is cheap

When I lay you on the ground, you know that talk is cheap

Ask Trae, or A. Lee

In uh H-Town is where we be, it's easy

We three mo', slow the beat and bring it back

Guerilla Maab with the S.L.A.B., in a Jag they love that

Anybody who be bumping or talking down, fin to catch some slugs

Better run, I mess with gorillas killers and thugs

And we all raw, I swing for heads to break jaws

And we got money for bail, ain't worried bout the laws uh

[Big Pup:]

Big boy sick boy, yes I'm the wig splitter

Make way, it's the Ridgemont's 4 big nigga

Go getter for the cash, I'ma have it if I want it

Calicoes we gon blast, at you niggaz acting fony

I'ma get it cause I'm hungry, and ain't stopping till I eat

I give a fuck how cold you is, cause I'm about to bring the heat

With the Guerilla M double A-B, and Hershelwood's Archie Lee

Who am I, Big Pup repping them Pud Park streets

All that bumping obsolete, put your money where you speak

I got gorillas that'll creep, and leave you dead where you sleep

A damn fool on these beats, in these streets I bring trouble

Big Pup and them S.L.A.B. niggaz, means E.R. on the double

[Hook]

[Mr. 3-2:]

Talk is cheap, I bring heat to the track

I deliver pimp slaps, and steady setting traps

For these hoes and niggaz, you can't figure me out

Still the Gov of the South, that'll burn up your house

You and your son, I do this kinda shit for fun

Make bets with me, bitch I'll have your ass done

Lying and trying, to disrespect a boss

You ain't got enough money, hoe I'm hot like hot sauce

Stinging like a wasp, of course it's me

Fucking with my property, you'll get fucked off properly

Ain't no stopping me, and your ass gon see

Who to play with, cause it damn sho ain't me

[talking:]

Be what you want me to be

Next time I see your ass, you gon see

Reality, in front of me the G.O.V. what's up Trae

[Trae:]

That's the way the game go, is what they steady yelling out

But I'm about to cut they lights out, and make em respect my mind when I'm strapped with a big red dot

You niggaz can't get with the worst of us, and ain't never gon fuck with the best of us

My mouth piece cocked and about to bust, for a nigga that's thinking they better than us

Fuck that fuck y'all, Trae fin to get my point across and I'ma call it out

Fin to come out the do' running up head on, let's see which one of us falling out

One of them thug fire mob niggaz, a gorilla raw dog nigga

Hatch back when I wanna fall nigga, snitching ditching from the laws nigga

Broken jaw till they call nigga, body bag when they haul niggaz

Mob niggaz wanna squab niggaz, weaving and then I'ma bob nigga

Naw nigga you ain't fucking with this, Guerilla Maab and untamed

Who's to blame, I dont know but you bout to get a hot one for the pain

[J'Ronimo:]

Dipping and dabbing, hustling the streets you flipping your slab in

I know bitches, who shoot more dicks then Madden

They dick biters, I'm on illegal shit like pit fighters

And if you ain't know, then the shit's right here

Flow into my vocal box, drip like beers

The world is my click, like Cheers

You can call me Steve Francis, popping pills with bills

And all this ice, got my wrist on chill

The block's on heated, got your man tell him to wait so

You be in on my recipe, Redd get the rope

And my rims cause pain, cause I'm spinning hurricanes

I understand girls cheat, my main chick is Mary Jane

[Yung Redd:]

Now this is what happens, for thinking I'm capping

Pulling out the mack 10, don't make it a challenge

Aiming at your Cadillac, making it back spin

Action, I been real since way back when

I was wicked ever since, I jumped over the picket fence

I hang on the block, like I'm paying rent

And I'm like the Terminator, I'll be back

To get you for all your stacks, and all your crack

I'm back for the first time, ain't no canceling me

Let's see, Redd'll cut down your family tree

Catch me shooting the breeze, smoking too many trees

Right now, ain't nan nigga fucking with me

[Lil' B:]

I'm a slab rider, provide a nigga your ear

Never been a punk or no queer, therefor I have no fear

For a hater, I penetrate a slug holding a grudge

Cause I'm a thug nigga, that get down and dirty in the mud

Round for round and pound for pound, just like this

Gorilla that's untamed, when I ball up my first

Now that I'm pissed, you niggaz better get it together

Squashing the cheddar it's whatever, when I aim my baretta

I'm sending slugs through your sweater, and you don't really like that

After hearing Lil' B, you niggaz gon recite that

Bite that, like a big mac killer that will attack

The prey cause I'm the predator, wrecking ya staying two steps ahead of ya

Smith'n Wess'll be blessing ya, when these niggaz be testing a nigga

You ain't stressing a nigga, with all that plexing my nigga

I'm thoed, explode like hot fire

Sticky like barb wire, I'm a slab rider

[Hook x2]