S.L.A.B. (Slow Loud and Bangin')
Keep It Gangsta
(feat. H.A.W.K., Kee Money, Big Dex)
[talking:]
Southside (Southside), we keep it gangsta
Keep it gangsta, Northside (Northside)
Keep it gangsta, what-what-what
Keep it gangsta, what
[H.A.W.K.:]
I'm not on the squad player, I'm on the squd nigga
Quick to pull a trigger, and I'm raw like Jigga
How the hell you figga, you could step to a gangsta
I shank ya spank ya, and won't even thank ya
I'm on the cut, t-shirt and black Chuck's
Selling clucks for bucks, hitting hard like numchucks
I fill gaps like chaps, with these hardcore raps
And Blacks Whites and Japs, all give me dap
You'll never catch me stalking, or doing too much talking
When I might keep it gangsta, and start to Crip walking
My dogs start to barking, cause they ready to scratch
I release the latch, watch my killers attack
Now fire up a fat strack, if you wanna do it
But don't jump naked, on embalming fluid
Nigga stay true to it, if you take that chance
And my gangstas, won't you do your dance
[Trae:]
Thug living I'm bonified, and running with mob ties
Niggaz knew I was on the rise, pulling stunts like Fog Eye
Fore the green we mashing, while we colliding for the South
And if you hating close your mouth, cause I'm gon ride for the house
I got thugs on every block, with a glock that stay cocked
In a land of hard knocks, so we known for bleeding blocks
And niggaz be hating me, and making my pressure rise
Because I'm bubble eyes, on a GS customized
We Interstate weight gliders, from H-Town to Nevada
Going off like rotweilers, and pitbull fight scholars
Throwing bows like Roy Jones, while bleeding with every zone
And even hear a tune, that'll make a bad bitch sing along
Like my name was Dru Hill, keeping it known that I got skills
When it's time for me to drop, then we gon straight up make a mill
For real it's like that, the Trae gon squash that
So when it's time to plex, then we gon straight up break backs
[Lil' B:]
I'm a young ass nigga, that's always down for whatever
Shooting slugs through your sweater, my nigga I'm bout my cheddar
Together cause we united, don't bite it because it's venom
Starched jeans that's denim, 600's we in em
And filming these hoes on video, acting seditty though
When all they want, is a nigga to take em home or to the Mo'
Freak hoes, you ain't getting shit
Keep my screens lit, sideways watching flicks
Admit that I'm a G, Lil' B from H.C.
Tipping down Fewquay, with Trae and Lil' T
We be some young playas, big bodies we valeters
Poetry rhyme sayers, sipping drank with the Mayor
Pay'a close attention, weak niggaz flinching
Step in the kitchen, I'm S.L.A.B. representing
And gritting my teeth, my pressure's reached it's peek
And to you hoes talking down, I'll sweep you off your feet
[Keep Money:]
Now bounce-bounce to this, when you hear it in your city
While motherfuckers le
[talking:]
Southside (Southside), we keep it gangsta
Keep it gangsta, Northside (Northside)
Keep it gangsta, what-what-what
Keep it gangsta, what
[H.A.W.K.:]
I'm not on the squad player, I'm on the squd nigga
Quick to pull a trigger, and I'm raw like Jigga
How the hell you figga, you could step to a gangsta
I shank ya spank ya, and won't even thank ya
I'm on the cut, t-shirt and black Chuck's
Selling clucks for bucks, hitting hard like numchucks
I fill gaps like chaps, with these hardcore raps
And Blacks Whites and Japs, all give me dap
You'll never catch me stalking, or doing too much talking
When I might keep it gangsta, and start to Crip walking
My dogs start to barking, cause they ready to scratch
I release the latch, watch my killers attack
Now fire up a fat strack, if you wanna do it
But don't jump naked, on embalming fluid
Nigga stay true to it, if you take that chance
And my gangstas, won't you do your dance
[Trae:]
Thug living I'm bonified, and running with mob ties
Niggaz knew I was on the rise, pulling stunts like Fog Eye
Fore the green we mashing, while we colliding for the South
And if you hating close your mouth, cause I'm gon ride for the house
I got thugs on every block, with a glock that stay cocked
In a land of hard knocks, so we known for bleeding blocks
And niggaz be hating me, and making my pressure rise
Because I'm bubble eyes, on a GS customized
We Interstate weight gliders, from H-Town to Nevada
Going off like rotweilers, and pitbull fight scholars
Throwing bows like Roy Jones, while bleeding with every zone
And even hear a tune, that'll make a bad bitch sing along
Like my name was Dru Hill, keeping it known that I got skills
When it's time for me to drop, then we gon straight up make a mill
For real it's like that, the Trae gon squash that
So when it's time to plex, then we gon straight up break backs
[Lil' B:]
I'm a young ass nigga, that's always down for whatever
Shooting slugs through your sweater, my nigga I'm bout my cheddar
Together cause we united, don't bite it because it's venom
Starched jeans that's denim, 600's we in em
And filming these hoes on video, acting seditty though
When all they want, is a nigga to take em home or to the Mo'
Freak hoes, you ain't getting shit
Keep my screens lit, sideways watching flicks
Admit that I'm a G, Lil' B from H.C.
Tipping down Fewquay, with Trae and Lil' T
We be some young playas, big bodies we valeters
Poetry rhyme sayers, sipping drank with the Mayor
Pay'a close attention, weak niggaz flinching
Step in the kitchen, I'm S.L.A.B. representing
And gritting my teeth, my pressure's reached it's peek
And to you hoes talking down, I'll sweep you off your feet
[Keep Money:]
Now bounce-bounce to this, when you hear it in your city
While motherfuckers le