S.L.A.B. (Slow Loud and Bangin')
Niggas In Tha Game
(feat. Chris ward, Lil O, Skrilla, Trae, Jay'Ton, Lil B)
[gun shots]
[talking]
S.L.A.B., Slow, Loud And Bangin'
Some real shit, ha-ha
You missed me, motherfucker
Many men (C. Ward), many many many many men
Wanna be like me, but they can't fuck with the M.O.B
It's C. W-A-R to the D
[Chris Ward]
It's hard to see, I'm hard to be
Hey you um fraud to me, and that's fraud as can be
And I don't care for no apology, fuck you and your bribery
You should of knew that from the get go, I'll set up a robbery
I'll have your home hit, leave your dome split
Leave your vest and chest a mess, once the 4-4 chrome spit
Niggaz beefing with me, like they got a bone to pick
Well holla at me I'll be in the hood, me and my Yellowstone click
[Lil' O]
My enemies can't even fathom, what I think in my mind
Cause if they saw what I saw, they would sleep with they nine
See Lil' O's like a gorilla, in the heat and combined
You disappear, just for speaking on mine it's not a game
So let's put it in the open, I'm addressing the issue
You cry babies, let me get you some tissue
I'm 30 seconds from getting the pistol hopping out, letting you grissle
I told you suckers that my weapon will whistle, for disrespecting a pitbull
But I'm so fly, I could piss on a missle
So if you plexing bitch make it official, I'll two way you right back
Like ha sucker, I'm coming to get you
And if they catch me nigga, fuck the judicial
[Skrilla]
As long as there's blood in my veins, and air in my lungs
I'ma be stuck in this game, and weighing a gun
I hold my head to the sky, as I blink at the clouds
Then hit the roof, and get to thinking out loud
What you know about choking on stones, or rubbing up zones
Or disconnecting dizzy broads, before for to your phone
On in the kitchen broad bitching, bout the odor is strong
You cook it slow and hit the do', before she notice you gone
I'm holding my own, it ain't nothing above me
Go toe to toe with a track, until my knuckles are bloody
It's a must I get ugly, if you mess with my nuts
Full speed when I bleed, mashing the pedal for thrust
Got my mind made up, to keep the crime rate up
Laws struggle steady hoping, that my rhymes pay up
As long as the water is hot, and the dishes are clean
My position's in the kitchen, dog I'm living my dream
[Hook]
Niggaz in the game, wanna act like we not a G
But I done told em, ain't no fucking with S.L.A.B
And if they do, they gon be next to be resting in peace
Cause ain't no way you haters, taking my life away
That's why we quick to click on niggaz, that's bumping with us
It's ride or die, and I'll be sure that you riding with us
Slow, Loud And Bangin' on them niggaz, we cock and we bust
And if they run up with that nothing, they fin to get rushed
[talking]
These bitches gotta go, I ain't playing no games
This time around, put
[gun shots]
[talking]
S.L.A.B., Slow, Loud And Bangin'
Some real shit, ha-ha
You missed me, motherfucker
Many men (C. Ward), many many many many men
Wanna be like me, but they can't fuck with the M.O.B
It's C. W-A-R to the D
[Chris Ward]
It's hard to see, I'm hard to be
Hey you um fraud to me, and that's fraud as can be
And I don't care for no apology, fuck you and your bribery
You should of knew that from the get go, I'll set up a robbery
I'll have your home hit, leave your dome split
Leave your vest and chest a mess, once the 4-4 chrome spit
Niggaz beefing with me, like they got a bone to pick
Well holla at me I'll be in the hood, me and my Yellowstone click
[Lil' O]
My enemies can't even fathom, what I think in my mind
Cause if they saw what I saw, they would sleep with they nine
See Lil' O's like a gorilla, in the heat and combined
You disappear, just for speaking on mine it's not a game
So let's put it in the open, I'm addressing the issue
You cry babies, let me get you some tissue
I'm 30 seconds from getting the pistol hopping out, letting you grissle
I told you suckers that my weapon will whistle, for disrespecting a pitbull
But I'm so fly, I could piss on a missle
So if you plexing bitch make it official, I'll two way you right back
Like ha sucker, I'm coming to get you
And if they catch me nigga, fuck the judicial
[Skrilla]
As long as there's blood in my veins, and air in my lungs
I'ma be stuck in this game, and weighing a gun
I hold my head to the sky, as I blink at the clouds
Then hit the roof, and get to thinking out loud
What you know about choking on stones, or rubbing up zones
Or disconnecting dizzy broads, before for to your phone
On in the kitchen broad bitching, bout the odor is strong
You cook it slow and hit the do', before she notice you gone
I'm holding my own, it ain't nothing above me
Go toe to toe with a track, until my knuckles are bloody
It's a must I get ugly, if you mess with my nuts
Full speed when I bleed, mashing the pedal for thrust
Got my mind made up, to keep the crime rate up
Laws struggle steady hoping, that my rhymes pay up
As long as the water is hot, and the dishes are clean
My position's in the kitchen, dog I'm living my dream
[Hook]
Niggaz in the game, wanna act like we not a G
But I done told em, ain't no fucking with S.L.A.B
And if they do, they gon be next to be resting in peace
Cause ain't no way you haters, taking my life away
That's why we quick to click on niggaz, that's bumping with us
It's ride or die, and I'll be sure that you riding with us
Slow, Loud And Bangin' on them niggaz, we cock and we bust
And if they run up with that nothing, they fin to get rushed
[talking]
These bitches gotta go, I ain't playing no games
This time around, put