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(Billy Cook)Whoa no-no-no, y`all ain`t readyAnd if you are, then cop to this playaOooh, don`t sleep on itYou gotta creep with it, oooohIt`s so slow and loud and banging, now you know[Hook: Billy Cook]Slow, Loud And Bangin`Still in the game, and standing strongShining thoed, and swanging chromeGrinding full time, trying to get it onHaters wanna, hate a GLike Billy Cook, and S-L-A-BCause we got, the game on lockPulling up on the block, looking so clean[Mr. 3-2]Still in the game, my name ring like bellsThroughout this free world, all the way to jail cellsNiggaz is jeal`, cause I`m knocking down they broadHustling for mine, serving these boys hardI pray to the Lord, this rap thang goes downKeep me alive and freaky, don`t have to sell poundsBoys ain`t shit, so I stay`s on a chaseFucking with jacking niggaz, got me a caseSo I slowed my pace, and ride one deepWith something real jazzy, in the passenger seatFrom head to the feet, I`m a hundred percent realHundred percent grind, I`m counting hundred dolla billsCause stuffling and hustling, is all I knowPockets full of cash, moving blocks of that snowSpitting at a hoe, crawling down slowThe Lord only knows, how far will I go[Trae]Representer Slow Loud And Banger, a playa gotta get that paperNever be falling off of my game, and these haters I`ma see you laterTrae that same cat on 5-4, with a throwback and black LacWith a trunk cracked when I bang that, slowed down Fat PatThey don`t wanna see me wreck that, when I tip slow and I swang wideI struggle and then I strive, on a mission trying to keep it liveOn the underground is where I grind, forever repping the nameI`m sick of pain, so now I`m motivated to leave a stainFrom the life of the hard knocks, in a Benz with a hard topFlat screens and a XBox, and a top fell off the dropOn the block running from cops, late night looking for cotI`m a G till the heart stop, think not you better ask ShotAbout this S.L.A.B. Slow Loud And Bangin`, and we forever wreckingGive me the microphone, I can show you gorillas with aggressionThat`s spitting without a question, my blessing is what I`m stressingFor niggaz that`s steady testing, I`m cocking my Smith-N-Wesson[Hook][Lil` Head]I paid dues, and now I`m living greatly nowThe bitches that use to trap me, wanna rape me nowI got a little change, wanna date me nowCall a nigga cellular phone, and page me nowYou fake niggaz ain`t no better and, fuck you and your fellow menAsk yourself think about it, now who`s the better manSee I was told, that I wish I one dayIf I wasn`t a victim, of hood crime gun playI done been there done that, even had a strokePick the words that I quote, that`s emotionally wroteI even had a couple of girls, I thought was realBut these broads is scandalous, less and talk this yearEverything that I grind for, is all for OmariaLil` Rashard and the money, daddy gone be spoiling youSo understand, that I`m caught up in this street lifeAnd when I`m done, I promise y`all we`ll be iight[Jay`Ton]Jay`Ton gotta make that paper, went from dropping a old schoolTo driving Navigators, and I still got hatedOn my dick, hating me cause I make that cashAnd stack that cash, and pull up in a drop on they assesSitting on glass, but nevermind thatThe S.L.A.B. is all in your face, and no way you can hide thatAnd still I ride fly, on eleven times two`sIf your broad is a dime, she still get ran throughBy the click is South Klique, repping the SouthsidePull up in something stretched, and my do`s be suicideNationwide certified the King, Don DattaIf you think I`m tricking my money, baby I think nada[Lil` B]I look good feel fine, my flow is genuine22`s spinning like, it`s the hands of timeThey don`t stop, watch em chop S.L.A.B. beating up your blockSwanging corner to corner, letting the bumper unlockWe drop nothing but hits, you haters dismissedTreat em like fake hoes, scratch they name off the listCause we grind still shine, if you try to take mineGot something that`ll drop you, like the drop of a dimeI`m Lil` B, you niggaz know we S-L-A-BPutting it down with Billy Cook, in these H-Town streetsStanding tall on my feet, I know you gotta hate thatWave that, we the type that make you niggaz move backOn a track so squash that, matter of factI`ma grind lil` nigga, thinking about my paper stackThrow hooks like Kojack, if you get in my zoneI`m too strong, S.L.A.B. throwing combinations to your dome[Dougie D]We Slow, Loud And Bangin` these streetsPumping pushing for paper, to stay up on feetSome hate, and try to knock meBut I`m on top of my game, so they can`t stop meI`m a motherfucking G, apparently you lost your mindIt was destiny to shine, for me and smoke and smoke a lotAnd drink, and everything that I got in my life look I provide for meGot killas that`ll ride for me, got bitches that`ll ride for meDon`t matter how you see it, it`s Guerilla and we ride for weBut still, they hating S-L-A-BAnd Billy, so we gon shake them bitches off like fleasBut look and calculate, capitalize in these streets[Hook]

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