S.L.A.B. (Slow Loud and Bangin')
Spittin Fire
(feat. Z-Ro, Mr. 3-2, Yung Redd, Archie Lee, Kiotti,...)
[talking:]
Gangsta, Trae say man
Some niggaz gon get fucked up, on this song man
Know I'm saying, ay this Archie Lee baby
You already know, know I'm saying
Nothing but the real nigga, S.L.A.B.
We in your motherfucking face, turn it up nigga what
[Archie Lee:]
Four rocks in the hand, two glocks in the van
You niggaz make way, cause ain't no stopping this clan
S to the L-A to the B
None of these niggaz, fucking with Archie Lee
Before I drop my solo, you niggaz doubted me
How he gon switch labels, without that nigga Lil' Ke
But like the underdog, I was suppose to lose
Made profit like a motherfucker, showed you fools
Now everywhere I go, bitch niggaz so cool
Man your shit jamming, let me hear you flow fool
Hell naw, but I appreciate the love
You better appreciate a thug, or appreciate a slug what
[Hook:]
You can't deny us, we be spitting fire
(and you know, we strapped with heat)
We some real slab riders, please don't try us
(everybody know, talk is cheap)
[Z-Ro:]
What it do I'm coming through, you better move back
Strapped with artillery, not scared to use that
Cause I'm bad to the bone, got beef with me then bring it on
You ain't ready, for all these pieces of plastic and chrome
Must be tired of living ready, then headed to early grave
Known for sending niggaz, to hell or the pearly gate
Ain't nobody taking me, I ain't worried bout nothing
Hate me today tomorrow, I come back like a rewind button
Ain't friendly, stay to myself for no reason at all
Get up off of me, 'fore you be bleeding not breathing at all
I'm connected, nation wide respected and known
Z-Ro the Crooked, I'm original so watch for the clone
[Kiotti:]
Watch for the clone, see me better watch for my chrome
If you jacking, you better watch for your dome
And I'm on your block, and yep the talk is cheap
When I lay you on the ground, you know that talk is cheap
Ask Trae, or A. Lee
In uh H-Town is where we be, it's easy
We three mo', slow the beat and bring it back
Guerilla Maab with the S.L.A.B., in a Jag they love that
Anybody who be bumping or talking down, fin to catch some slugs
Better run, I mess with gorillas killers and thugs
And we all raw, I swing for heads to break jaws
And we got money for bail, ain't worried bout the laws uh
[Big Pup:]
Big boy sick boy, yes I'm the wig splitter
Make way, it's the Ridgemont's 4 big nigga
Go getter for the cash, I'ma have it if I want it
Calicoes we gon blast, at you niggaz acting fony
I'ma get it cause I'm hungry, and ain't stopping till I eat
I give a fuck how cold you is, cause I'm about to bring the heat
With the Guerilla M double A-B, and Hershelwood's Archie Lee
Who am I, Big Pup repping them Pud Park streets
All that bumping obsolete, put your money where you speak
I got goril
[talking:]
Gangsta, Trae say man
Some niggaz gon get fucked up, on this song man
Know I'm saying, ay this Archie Lee baby
You already know, know I'm saying
Nothing but the real nigga, S.L.A.B.
We in your motherfucking face, turn it up nigga what
[Archie Lee:]
Four rocks in the hand, two glocks in the van
You niggaz make way, cause ain't no stopping this clan
S to the L-A to the B
None of these niggaz, fucking with Archie Lee
Before I drop my solo, you niggaz doubted me
How he gon switch labels, without that nigga Lil' Ke
But like the underdog, I was suppose to lose
Made profit like a motherfucker, showed you fools
Now everywhere I go, bitch niggaz so cool
Man your shit jamming, let me hear you flow fool
Hell naw, but I appreciate the love
You better appreciate a thug, or appreciate a slug what
[Hook:]
You can't deny us, we be spitting fire
(and you know, we strapped with heat)
We some real slab riders, please don't try us
(everybody know, talk is cheap)
[Z-Ro:]
What it do I'm coming through, you better move back
Strapped with artillery, not scared to use that
Cause I'm bad to the bone, got beef with me then bring it on
You ain't ready, for all these pieces of plastic and chrome
Must be tired of living ready, then headed to early grave
Known for sending niggaz, to hell or the pearly gate
Ain't nobody taking me, I ain't worried bout nothing
Hate me today tomorrow, I come back like a rewind button
Ain't friendly, stay to myself for no reason at all
Get up off of me, 'fore you be bleeding not breathing at all
I'm connected, nation wide respected and known
Z-Ro the Crooked, I'm original so watch for the clone
[Kiotti:]
Watch for the clone, see me better watch for my chrome
If you jacking, you better watch for your dome
And I'm on your block, and yep the talk is cheap
When I lay you on the ground, you know that talk is cheap
Ask Trae, or A. Lee
In uh H-Town is where we be, it's easy
We three mo', slow the beat and bring it back
Guerilla Maab with the S.L.A.B., in a Jag they love that
Anybody who be bumping or talking down, fin to catch some slugs
Better run, I mess with gorillas killers and thugs
And we all raw, I swing for heads to break jaws
And we got money for bail, ain't worried bout the laws uh
[Big Pup:]
Big boy sick boy, yes I'm the wig splitter
Make way, it's the Ridgemont's 4 big nigga
Go getter for the cash, I'ma have it if I want it
Calicoes we gon blast, at you niggaz acting fony
I'ma get it cause I'm hungry, and ain't stopping till I eat
I give a fuck how cold you is, cause I'm about to bring the heat
With the Guerilla M double A-B, and Hershelwood's Archie Lee
Who am I, Big Pup repping them Pud Park streets
All that bumping obsolete, put your money where you speak
I got goril