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Текст песни S.L.A.B. f Z-Ro, Archie Lee, Lil C, Lil - Ride on Our Enemies

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(*talking*)Uh-oh niggaz, It`s S.L.A.B. babyTaking over this shit niggaThe war has now begunJump in front of the gun if you wannaYou gon be a motherfucking gonerWatch out for this blue and grayCause we gon make wayI put this on the West niggaS.L.A.B. gon be on top of this shit here[Hook - 2x]I know you niggaz in the game, finna feel meI`m never gon shut up, until a nigga kill meAnd I feel like I`m headed, to the PenitentiaryCause this is the part, when we ride on our enemies[Z-Ro]I spit slow, so these snitch niggaz can know who I beZ-Ro the Crooked, I`ve infected more people than H.I.VSay hello and say la-vi with it, it don`t matter to meMy motherfucking family, S-L-A-B in back of meTragedies often is prevented, but when the windows be this tintedIt`ll be a drive by, chastising niggaz spirits as I slide byDon`t ever in your life, try to challenge my mind`s eyeFuck around and make me, make these motherfuckers dieSo listen to the sound of Fraiser, releasing his angerListen to the sound of Douglas, with one in the chamberListen to the sound of me, spilling my hate with this MackAnd I can`t stop, until I see my nigga Joseph with stacksPants sagging, cause I got my pistol in my pocketAnd it ain`t nothing to cock it, throw a search party for your wig and rock itHead busting, Z-Ro standing over your bed dumpingBe gone before the FED`s running, real life head humming[Trae]You ever see a guerilla, with his hands quickerCause Trae been clicking on fake niggaz, just like that bitch niggaWe realer, we them niggaz that be Maabing on bitchesCause all that pistol play capping, finna to get you put up with stitchesI heard that controversy sells, but down South it`ll get you hurtAnd if you in it get fucked over, I`m about to raise up your skirtIt ain`t no need to take it back, not when they slug`s been shotI`m fresh off the block I`m hot, and you about to get droppedI`m feeling like Pac, so now I gotta ride on you catsAnd all of my enemies better move, before they get put on they backA soldier bout to attack, if you want me let`s get it crackingThat`s going for any one of you niggaz, thinking we rappingOn down to friends and foes, you niggaz gotta goThen again I ain`t got no friends, cause most of `em turned to hoesAnd to the niggaz, that love to put a slug under they breathI`ma lean on a nigga, and bring that bitch out of they chest[Hook - 2x][Archie Lee]I`m a soldier, 4-5 strapped in the holsterShells popping out, like a motherfucking toasterArchie Lee the hood legend, I rep`s my blockI hit your spot, pull out connect my knotsI got a gun fetish nigga, with techs and glocksSo many infrared beams, it`s like connect the dotsI wish you would, try some hoe shit in the hoodBe the nigga with a bat, till I split the woodNow they say Hitman, is darraigned in his mindI`m just a hard head nigga, throwing up gang signsBack in the days man, I use to slang dimesNow I floss fo` dot, sixes with mineAnd I never turn my back, on my niggazHard heads till I die, representing mob figgasMafia Joe Boy, my nigga Dee-Da-WeeAgg and C, can`t forget Knock and QB holla[Dougie D]I`m throwed in the mind, and I`m whacking `em offKeep my pistol cocked by my side, ready to fire it offDropping bombs on you son of a bitches, like my name SadaamMotherfucker fin know when I make it rain, look bitch it poursWhen you feel that you ready, bring it steady and heavyMotherfuckers gon have to kill me, before I`m gon let `emTake me out for my money, bitch you trying my patienceTrying to violate me, my nine`ll start penetrating facesPenitentiary chances, looking over my shoulderIn the kitchen burning down bricks, hot over the stoverSince I`m constantly rising, how in the fuck can I fallMotherfuckers playing with fire, I`m burning `em all[Lil B]I`m going get ammunition, for niggaz with competitionSo pay attention and listen, I`m busting at ExpeditionsWishing for any hater-ation, my beam is what you facingBust with no hesitation, at niggaz that`s imitationAin`t no procrastination, I`m quick to bust headsLil B is leaving these tweety bird, niggaz for deadBust at my enemies, these niggaz not kin to meNot even a friend to me, using my clip until it`s emptyCause I`m a gangsta, you wanksta fuck around and shank youI think you better move around, `fore I treat you like a child and spank youDrop you pop you, with nothing but automatics of weaponsWhen I start to let loose, boys be praying for protection[Lil C]Get `em up get `em up, early in the morningCrack of dawn and, I drunk a eight and I ain`t yawningNigga be thinking they gon catch me sleeping, but they notSo I keep a couple of glocks, these boys need to stopGiving niggaz head shots, and rocking they bodyAnd once you make us mad, it ain`t no stopping nobodyEverybody got shotty, Guerilla Maab the mob nigga some hard head niggazThey gon kill us or feel us, so this how C do it(what) Uh-huh, fuck 97-9They ain`t gotta play my shit one time, and I`ma shineWe started off underground, we`ll take it back undergroundAnd take everything over, we got `em loving our sound[Lil Sha]I`m with that Lil C, from the C-R`s HoggG-A-N-G, for L-I-F-EC ease up, niggaz is all on our nutsBandanas in the wrong pocket, so I`m all in they gutsWith a shank or a knife, cause I don`t need a gunI tear a nigga`s ass up, so I don`t need to runFive deuce out of the C-side, I`ll show you how a G rideYou can`t stand this jeep ride, cause you ain`t even see liveFalsified nigga, with a flag and some ChucksI grab the pistol grip pump, make it dump when I bustI hopped it and pancaked it, and hopped out mean muggingWalking up close, I hope you peeping this beam cuzinI blew his head in his lap, thanks to the MackThat I got from the Lac, put it to his head and opened it backChecking his pockets and hope for a stack, and hope to get backTo the Lac and hope to get back down the streets, I`m back to the shack[Hook - 2x]

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