Текст песни S.L.A.B. f Grit Boys - We Represent H-Town
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(*talking*)Man, this motherfucking underground shitAin`t ready for S.L.A.B. baby, we in hereIt`s that nigga Rick D baby, I`m in here with TraeGuerrilla Maab, and the Girt maynShitting on the spit mayn, it`s going down 2003[Hook]Hey get down, lay downCause we got what it takes, to make you cakes and all you bricksLay down, hate nowIt`s Girt Boys, S.L.A.B. and Trae, you know we gotta representH-Town, whoa nowDon`t beef with the team, we mean what we say soBitch slow down, whoa nowNigga we`ll put it in your face, get it straight[Poppy]We Guerillas, you niggaz is chimpsAnd we too tall, to deal with you shrimpsBy the way I`m a playa, boo-wow when I fill you with shrimpRespect my gangsta chick, cause you dealing with pimpsHey I`m straying off of the subject, if you don`t feel S.L.A.BThe Mack`ll have you feeling Trae, off of your stomachThat`s Trae from the Tre pound, off of your stomachWe go platinum, I`m hitting Trae out for the hundredsSome of you hate, to see us niggaz get paidAnd that`s probably why we got bad blood, like niggaz with AIDSThis game ain`t sweet, but y`all got licorice waysThe truth hurt, you don`t want me to finish this phrase do you[Unique]Aw naw, Trae up in this bitchAnd tear the walls down, I thought I told you befo`Hey back down, `fore a nigga Mack drownYou in a pool of blood, and let me tell you something elseMack rounds, leave a nigga back downOn the ground, cause he choose to thugThat popcorn shit, bout to drown outCall me ringmaster, cause I`m calling clowns outOn some pimp shit, smacking you slutsOn some square shit, snatching your nutsAnd boys better, get it right`Fore I hit em right, in they fitted rightBetween the letters, put it on your mind you get it rightSay, let me slow it downSo you can keep up, Unique I hold it downLike Will and C-NoteYou niggaz can`t tell me, you don`t feel what we quoteU-nique, bastard childIgnorant slow swagger, nasty smileGrit Boys, ain`t no concern what you bragging boutLike MLK on Sunday, nigga slabbed out[Trae]I do` ran up on a nigga, and spit it sick on all you faking niggazHell-i-fied when I click on niggaz, that be on my dick ass niggazI`m telling you I`m a lunatic, but my name ain`t NellyI be the one, to hit the block and let off five in your bellyOne deep and swanging a Chevy, Slow Loud And Bangin` I`m packingBad ain`t to know niggaz stacking, them niggaz need to quit rappingHaven`t you heard of my team, with a red beamAnd it`s cocked, with a four pound that I`m packingI make a heavyweighter drop stop and roll, trying to get away from the MaabNiggaz tripping, they think I`m slicking they ass out of a jobAnd I know I`m too hard, so you niggaz finna seeI`m a nigga with attitude, that these haters don`t wanna meet[Hook][Scooby]Fuck you, and the rest that hateGrit Boys rep the H, got heat that`ll melt your faceYou must got breath, to wasteFuck that shit, my niggaz trying to get some cakeHey, Girt Boys came to winGot the rap game, caving inNigga I ain`t your friend, Scoob don`t know y`all niggazSo, he let the chamber spinThen, get back to my do`Get stacks from my hoe, bitch crack on the lowI`m telling y`all niggazAny chit-chat, guns`ll blow whoaOh, can`t forget B and TraeY`all niggaz don`t need to play, might just bleed todayThe Maab in this bitch, so drop to your knees and pray[Archie]We know, none of y`all niggaz want it with Arch`I`ll have the paramedics screaming, that they losing your heartbeatCause damn, I`ve been waiting a long timeTo show you cock sucker motherfuckers, I work with this chrome nineAnd fuck who you came with, cause all y`all fakingYou need to peep game, and realize what y`all facingI keep them hogs waiting, for any altercationI let the bullets rush through your team, like Walter PaytonI get it done right, nigga MJ styleI`ll give you 42 shots, in one nightAnd yeah I let the Mach spit, and make youBitch niggaz back down for fucking with Arch, S.L.A.B. and Grit bitch[Lil B]You boys better move around, back-back`Fore I grab the black gat, busting shots that`ll make your blood splatFeel that Grit, S.L.A.B. and my kin folk TraeShooting game to you busters, we hustles for pay dayGotta get it come back with it, it don`t quitLay you down, `fore you fuck around and get your wig splitYoung Guerillas that`s after scrilla, haters you gotta love itPush and shove it, you think I`m bluffing big trucks I`m dubbingPlus fo` still known, to tack a hater toeRepresenting H-Town, whenever you hear me flowLil B, also known as By-BoGet out of line, I`ll be busting like a crooked po-poFa sho a nigga gleam, better yet a nigga shineBled blocks for stocks, on the corners of Grape VineWhen you see a nigga, chunk a deuce or move aroundThird Coast finest, making you chumps lay it down[Jay`Ton]Make way for the Jay`Ton, he next to batWith a gat and a pack, that`ll heat up your backDo my dirt and burn off, you wankstas getting tossedSwanging the boulevard, till the laws getting lostHit the block and set up shop, for fiends that need rocksJust quick it if you wanna, then I`m knocking your ass offLike Lennox Lewis, candy blue on the BuickIf it`s fast then I Screw it, I gotta stay true to itIt`s the S-L-A-B, I got it tatted on my arm15`s be beating, like I be busting at Sadaam17 years old, a gangsta I knowIf a nigga out of line, I`m wrecking him like a flow