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(*talking*)Yo, it`s T2 and S.L.A.BIt`s a remix, yes sir[Trae]They say that I`m not wrecking, I`m about to teach `em a lessonHow niggaz get fucked over, when stepping off in my sectionMore graphic than X-Box, on FoxWith a red fox with red socks, and tank topsFucking with a fat bop, thoed huh the way I throw my shit togetherOn static, fanatic leather Gucci defining my lettersI`m bad like P. Diddy, on rapper spitting it shittyIn any city I`m gritty like the state, how you feelingNow really, who you think gon be fucking around with that TraeWith my screens lit, swanging and banging on MLKIn a fo` do`, tipping with Shae and the BJIt`s the G way, living it up in the SKWhile bitches be on my dick, like a rubber that`s blocking spermThey gon learn, I can make it till where they wet as a shermMy game straight as a perm, they never gon see it comingUnless I be in a dropper, with the trunk flying bumping[Lil B]Give me the mic, and I bet you I go hardWhen you plexing in Texas, I be pulling your hoe cardIn the booth or in the CoupeIt really don`t matter, we hitting hard like May MoopWhile niggaz be bragging, about the diamonds on they toothThese underground punks, putting out trash that`s the truthOn for do-lo on low-low`s, I stay upDoing cats like Petey Pablo, we making `em raise upThink of jacking if you want me, it`s best that you pay upB`der smoking bullets sparking, I`m choking you haters (haters)Play us if you think that you can, without a planTake a stand, watch I make a motherfucker say manCan`t stand how I`m wrecking a G, I`m Lil BRide or die for my people, S-L-A-BThe family who be dropping the bombs, leaving `em stunnedRocking steady for jelly, like Nelly we`re number one[Dougie D]Who`s stacking shit my nigga, give me the mic I bleed itPulverize it annihilate it, and punish and eat itSlow loud and we banging, motherfuckers you know usDisrespecting my click, we running these hoe niggaz overNiggaz respect my gangsta, cause I come real with itI could halk a hell of a hully lugie, give a lyricWe ripping the track, shit nothing for DougieSoon as I touch it it explode, combustible functionsEverytime that you hear me, you rewinding and spin itKeep it pumping up in the speakers, you crunk and you feel itDown in the Dirty Dirty, motherfuckers we soldiersS.L.A.B. bitch, we locking and taking it over[Warren G]These niggaz, out of line get pluggedStray in they chest, like a red beam slugDon`t give a damn to mean mugs, get slugsShae in the six riding, on dubsBody rocking, shocking and dropping up in the clubPass me a pint, so I can po` up a cupNiggaz in my face, so I`m hollin` bitch whatI never give a fuck, about a Chi-Town thug (fuck that thug)[Pimp Skinny]Niggaz jumping fly, like they really want someBut you bumping your gum, ass niggaz don`t want nonePimp Skinny, bust that ass and leave you finished and doneCause we S.L.A.B., H and haters getting hit with the bombLyrical red rum, making Tweety Birds runI`m a G ass nigga, and you can see it when I comeAnd fuck a contest, we done already wonEverytime that we drop black, bet you niggaz stop thatReal shit, plus the fact I representAnd drop you flat on your back, walking on niggaz like a do` matBusting like a gat, so you haters get the click-clackS.L.A.B. nigga did that, underground going plat`[Jay`Ton]I`m in a 2003, dropperNiggaz think I be playing, when I rolling on my choppersEverytime I open my mouth, here come the boppers24/7, I be running from the helicoptersCause I`m a thug nigga, dropping choppingUp on the block on the way to ATL, to holla at my nigga ShotAnd when you do a concert, you know the crowd gon rockIt`s the Jay`Ton, two thee off the lotWith J`s up on my feet, swanging down the streetAnd when I find a freak, I`m pumping until I skeetJust give me the mic, so I can wreck that hoeIt`s Jay`Ton, in this bitch with that boy J-Mo[T2]I`m J`d up, you can tell by my clothesI`m iced up, cause my whole body froze16 years old, got the game on holdYou be thinking I`m slow man, cause your whole block holdJust give me the light, cause I`m a thoed ass monsterCar standing tall, think my car made by TonkaCandy coated Hummer, looking real goodWhen you in your airplane, see my face on the hoodIt`s all good, cause I ball like thatMy screens falling so hard, left a dent in your backIt`s like that, cause I`m a thoed guerillaIf you make this monster mad, I`ma hurt me a nigga16 years young, dropping hits like bombsI know why you hating playboy, I got your girl sprung[Kepoe]Kepoe the throwed hoe, that they hate to see comingBut I got to, cause I`m the only bitch bumpingBlack mink with Loc`s, eight hundred dolla coatsFuck the game inside out, with no strokesDark and lovely, far from ugly that`s meDefinition of, K-E-P-O-EFirst lady of S.L.A.B., cock back and jabBecome a dangerous motherfucker, when I step in the labAnd I ain`t playing, when I hit the Boulevard in a JagTop down trunk up, banging nothing but S.L.A.BBefore I take it out the door, I`m only letting you knowThat I`m a certified bitch, known to wreck the flow[Hook - 4x]Just give me the mic, S.L.A.B. is in the do-o-orAnd watch a nigga, wreck this flow

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