(*talking*)
Here ye here ye, come one come all
An n***a talking down on the Maab, bound to fall
Know I'm saying, Z-Ro the Crooked
Representing S.U.C., got my n***a Fred in this b**h
My n***a Trae in this b**h, and we don't give
A damn about you, that's why we fin to ride
[Trae]
I bet these boys, out here better recognize
My team, Guerilla Maab until it's over
Running b**h n***as over, beaming a Glock like I'm a soldier
Ready for war who that hating on Trae, and knowing they trash
Throwing they a** up out my face, if they think of blocking my cash
Mo' rocks than Damon Dash, independently I'm a threat
AKA a vet, and spraying them n***as until they wet
I ain't finished yet I'm a G, and I'm finishing what I started
Half of these n***as out here be spitting bullsh**, like they retarded
Disregarded never, I'm better than the rest of the game
You lame better read my chain, M double A-B be running thangs
With my kin folk Ro dog, and the L dog
Everytime let me tell y'all, we thoed I'ma swell y'all
(*talking*)
Well swell em up then
f** these old PH ba*tard a** n***as
Talking down on us, bet y'all can't walk down on us
n***a we strapped automatics, semi's and fully's
[Hook]
This one is dedicated, to them n***as that hate it
It's been a long time, but we finally made it
We the realest of the real, and we can never be faded
It's been a long time, but we finally made it
We the future of the funk, you punks is outdated
It's been a long time, but we finally made it
Breaking laws and jaws, cause you b**hes is overrated
It's been a long time, but we finally made it
[Z-Ro]
Presidential got a problem, with me making my cash
Trying to starve a n***a out, and have me flat on my a**
One hundred and sixty thousand, what they suing me fo'
But since my sh**'s selling, you could never ruin me hoe
25 hours a day, I be packing that lead
Chasing paper so me and Fred, steady stacking our bread
I understand that you bullsh** n***as, done flip-flopped
Trying to hold on to a n***a, hitching a ride to the top
(and 97.9), the biggest hoes I know
Now Walter D is my n***a, the rest of em be hating Ro
What do you know, why these n***as all up in my face
Back back I'm about two seconds, from catching a case
When I walk up in the club, they act like they don't see me
Nervous in my presence, praying that Z-Ro will take it easy
I'ma take it hard, while I'm k**ing em softly
Till they gone, they been hating us for way too long
[Hook]
[Jay'Ton]
Slow Loud And Bangin in they face, and n***as acting like hoes
I think it's cause we never went, when we be spitting out flows
Got cash I'm sick with it, I spit it cause I'm a G
It's the Jay'Ton, repping S.L.A.B
With Ro Dog and Trae, my flag be doing great
Undisputed like weight, when I'm upper cutting in your face
Body blows and jabs, for n***as hating on S.L.A.B
You come with that bullsh**, guaranteed I'm beating your a**
It been a long time, and we finally made it
Hopped the slab off the AVE., and I finally sprayed it
No more slanging on the block, cause the block got raided
Like the point on the dice, I can never be faded
(*talking*)
Yeah, we ain't gon blow it though
You know we got this hoe a** devil on our back
On our motherf**ing a**, that n***a can't face up
With a real n***a though, know I'm saying
n***a know he talk sh**, so I be spitting
All motherf**ing day long, but it's still God first though
This whole a** world got me this way, you know I'm saying
Bout paper, this motherf**ing K, motherf**ing Tre-8
This 4-5, 4-4, sh** it goes on and on and on
Talking down on us n***a, you getting 17 hundred to the dome
So I know u gon be gone, you know I'm saying
Fred get your bread, Trae pa** that motherf**ing K
And let's roll, I'ma continue to blow dro, and we out this b**h