f/ Jay'Ton, Trae(*talking*)Here ye here ye, come one come allAn nigga talking down on the Maab, bound to fallKnow I'm saying, Z-Ro the CrookedRepresenting S.U.C., got my nigga Fred in this bitchMy nigga Trae in this bitch, and we don't giveA damn about you, that's why we fin to ride[Trae]I bet these boys, out here better recognizeMy team, Guerilla Maab until it's overRunning bitch niggas over, beaming a glock like I'm a soldierReady for war who that hating on Trae, and knowing they trashThrowing they ass up out my face, if they think of blocking my cashMo' rocks than Damon Dash, independently I'm a threatAKA a vet, and spraying them niggas until they wetI ain't finished yet I'm a G, and I'm finishing what I startedHalf of these niggas out here be spitting bullshit, like they retardedDisregarded never, I'm better than the rest of the gameYou lame better read my chain, M double A-B be running thangsWith my kin folk Ro dog, and the L dogEverytime let me tell y'all, we thoed I'ma swell y'all(*talking*)Well swell em up thenFuck these old PH bastard ass niggasTalking down on us, bet y'all can't walk down on usNigga we strapped automatics, semi's and fully's[Hook]This one is dedicated, to them niggas that hate itIt's been a long time, but we finally made itWe the realest of the real, and we can never be fadedIt's been a long time, but we finally made itWe the future of the funk, you punks is outdatedIt's been a long time, but we finally made itBreaking laws and jaws, cause you bitches is overratedIt's been a long time, but we finally made it[Z-Ro]Presidential got a problem, with me making my cashTrying to starve a nigga out, and have me flat on my assOne hundred and sixty thousand, what they suing me fo'But since my shit's selling, you could never ruin me hoe25 hours a day, I be packing that leadChasing paper so me and Fred, steady stacking our breadI understand that you bullshit niggas, done flip-floppedTrying to hold on to a nigga, hitching a ride to the top(and 97.9), the biggest hoes I knowNow Walter D is my nigga, the rest of em be hating RoWhat do you know, why these niggas all up in my faceBack back I'm about two seconds, from catching a caseWhen I walk up in the club, they act like they don't see meNervous in my presence, praying that Z-Ro will take it easyI'ma take it hard, while I'm killing em softlyTill they gone, they been hating us for way too long[Hook][Jay'Ton]Slow Loud And Bangin in they face, and niggas acting like hoesI think it's cause we never went, when we be spitting out flowsGot cash I'm sick with it, I spit it cause I'm a GIt's the Jay'Ton, repping S.L.A.BWith Ro Dog and Trae, my flag be doing greatUndisputed like weight, when I'm upper cutting in your faceBody blows and jabs, for niggas hating on S.L.A.BYou come with that bullshit, guaranteed I'm beating your assIt been a long time, and we finally made itHopped the slab off the AVE., and I finally sprayed itNo more slanging on the block, cause the block got raidedLike the point on the dice, I can never be faded(*talking*)Yeah, we ain't gon blow it thoughYou know we got this hoe ass devil on our backOn our motherfucking ass, that nigga can't face upWith a real nigga though, know I'm sayingNigga know he talk shit, so I be spittingAll motherfucking day long, but it's still God first thoughThis whole ass world got me this way, you know I'm sayingBout paper, this motherfucking K, motherfucking Tre-8This 4-5, 4-4, shit it goes on and on and onTalking down on us nigga, you getting 17 hundred to the domeSo I know u gon be gone, you know I'm sayingFred get your bread, Trae pass that motherfucking KAnd let's roll, I'ma continue to blow dro, and we out this bitch
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