(Little Boy)
This a Nitti beat!
(Chorus - Z-Ro + Trae)
Please don't get out of line, I'll slap a n***a
Owe me money - better give me mine, I'll slap a n***a
And if you cross over that line, I'll slap a n***a
I'll slap a n***a, I'll slap a n***a, I'll slap a n***a, I'll slap a n***a
If you disrespectin my zone, I'll slap a n***a
If you right and I think you wrong, I'll slap a n***a
If a n***a speak out of his tone, I'll slap a n***a
I'll slap a n***a, I'll slap a n***a, I'll slap a n***a, I'll slap a n***a
[Verse 1 - Z-Ro]
We don't pop, lock, and drop it - we co*k the Glock to pop it
Go ballistic on (?)n***as and have e'm screamin stop it
Ain't got no patience so it's not a good ideal to get on my nerves
I'll f** around and clip yo a**, and keep bangin yo face up against the curb
Homie let me give you a suggestion, gon'and let me make it
You might as well tighten up ya jaw, and gon'and let me break it
Wipe down, wipe down - I'm bout to wrap ya jack johnson right now
And if a woman run up on me wreckless and go to runnin her mouth
I'm a rear back and try to knock the b**h lipstick off
All I'm simply tryna do is just get my cash
But if you own a pair of lips you can kiss my a**
Tony Maroni when I catch you b**h you know what it is
Better ask Sam if I'm righteous I been a gangsta for years
But f** him too cause he can get it just like you
And that's a fact run up on you and knock ya shadow off track...
(Chorus - Z-Ro + Trae)
[Verse 2 - Trae]
I still f** with the hoodrats, and then pop models
Get crunk off a superman and slap yo a** with a bottle
Go on crank it up, I'll make ya dance
Lean back and slap the swagga out ya whole stance
I'm a a**hole n***a we don't talk about it
We go inside ya mouth and have ya front teeth walkin out it
My attitude shot to sh** it ain't no doubt about it
Get out my business 'fore I beat ya a** the f** up out it
Tell the DJ give me a sec, I'll wire the whole place up
Connect with a open hand and try to wire ya whole face up
Lock and load on ya jaw and try to fire that hoe's face up
Try to take out ya feelin, in everything from the waste up
I give a f** if you don't like me
I got the whole hood tryna keep it gangsta like me
Now am I rollin? Yeah b**h I might be
Not on a pill but in my zone is where I might be
(Chorus - Z-Ro + Trae)
[Verse 3 - Z-Ro]
I'm in ya nieghborhood, I'm bendin down ya block
Why don't you and everybody on the cut, come close to the curb and stick ya face out
Ya'll ain't no men, ya'll some women and ya'll deserve a backhand
I wear one right hand at the club cause that's my favorite snap hand
You in the presence of a boss, I'm nothin less then a king
Slap you to sleep, turn around and slap yo a** straight out of ya dream
I graduated from Slap - A - b**h University on the honor roll
Piss on the tree and mark my territory, now it's time to roll
[Verse 4 - Trae]
Never been the one to run from drama, b**h I'm plexin instead
Slap you like I'm a slap a b**h, you ain't gon pay me my bread
You can call me Trae - Holiday I'm bout to put you to bed
With a couple of extra large hickies posted on top of ya head
Now everytime I come around - they say I'm comin to bang
I'm a swat yo a** to the left, like I was ready to swang
Ain't no use to givin it thought I'm a forever play it raw
Let me show you what these five fingers, said to the jaw
(Chorus Till End)