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Текст песни S.L.A.B. f Z-Ro, Archie Lee, Lil C, Mr. - Ready 4 War

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(*talking*)The youngest guerilla in here mayn, Young DynoIn here with Trae, D and S.L.A.BWe representing this to the fullest mayn, AK`s loadedAnd cocked, but now the clip`s ready to peel on a punk[Hook - 2x]Y`all niggaz better run, we ready for warThis ain`t no game we off the chain, and playing it rawSpeaking my name you better quit, `fore you lose your jawS-L-A-B that`s on my life, we ready for war[Z-Ro]Who gon represent for Texas, like I represent for TexasAnd who this nigga talking down on Dirty South, niggaz rapping recklessScared took him out of the hotel, cause when Ro swang Ro swellEyebrows and jaws, so in my presence Mr. don`t tellI`m a motherfucking murderer, you the wankstaPopping that gangsta shit on the radio, and it`s disturbing youBig Moe nigga that`s my big dog, and my love ain`t never gon withdrawalSo we clicked up coming to get y`all, my nigga Ja said you`s a bitch dogI`m a soldier, these niggaz ain`t never gon learnFucking with the fire bitch nigga you freezing, then you burnThis is M-O-E, Murder Of Everything in front of usAnd can`t nobody stop it, because the reaper`s coming to cancel every one of usAnd it`s all gravy, all of my niggaz are hard plus we all crazyWishing I can be a peaceful man and, hoping that the Lord save meFuck a nigga named 50 Cent, you nothing but changeI`m a whole dolla nigga, hanging one in your brain[Lil` C]Now can you picture C smoke out choked out, with Guerilla MaabMob figgas representing, and we here to do the jobGot my step-on nigga shoes on, `case it get dirtyCause man it`s going down, in the ThirtyIt`s for war thirty, fuck President BushIf he was close to the edge, then I`ll give him a pushAnd do this whole world a favor, hey there howdy neighborShit, I`m sorry I took so long to save youI was getting my dick sucked, by my secretaryShe asked me my sign, I told her bitch AiresI stay on Barbary and Scott, 5000 blockI paint the white house black, and start renting it out[Archie Lee]In this underground game, I`m rolling with S.L.A.BBlack H2 Hummers, when we holding the AVEGot a itching trigga finger, when I`m holding my strapNigga they call me hit man, don`t get your wig pushed backMan some of these niggaz, is bitches tooSteady riding my dick, like bitches doYou a gangsta or a hoe, nigga which is youArchie Lee been real, before I had a crewGet it right don`t get it wrong, I stay`s in the zonePlus my piece got yellow stones, like I stayed on the StoneI spit that hood shit, that wood shitHershelwood for life, matter fact it`s all good bitch[Trae]I heard a nigga in the game, was saying my nameBut now my glock is fully loaded, and ready to aimS-L-A-B until I`m gone, and I`m repping it strongYou don`t wanna see these gorillas, running up in your homeEverybody better clear the lot, when the lights offI set it off, when I luger ride for the causeAnd fuck the law, I`ma mash till I`m finished and doneAnd when it`s all said and done, I`ma be number oneAnd I bet that I`m a soldier that`ll fold you, I done told youNiggaz getting ran over, in a RoverTrae forever staying sober, like a JehovahWitness I`m at your door brah, door brah[Hook - 2x][Dougie D]Let`s take it, to the streetsAny one of you, motherfuckers got beefI will fill you, with heatGet the nine millimeter fitted up in my denim, on my creepWho that wanna do that, bitch or come through thatAnd sweep up, that streetI`m a motherfucking G, and bitch you gon listen to meWhen I speak, ain`t got no time to try to be friendlyMotherfuckers, must didn`t hear meMove around bitch, before you feel meWe smoke em, and choke emThen fry a motherfucker, just like a pokerThe game is now over, be the nextTo the thoedest cats or now open, are you playing with me boyWatch a nigga bob and weave, and then we break jawWe ain`t barring no lawSnap rugged and rough, and playing this game rawBitch we ready for war, anybody running up is bound to get scarredD-O-U-G I are, dropping bombs up on you bitches going hard[Lil` B]These niggaz be plexing and talking down, on a G ass niggaSweet pea ass nigga, fuck around and catch the heat ass niggaBeefing with me a nigga named B, you silly rabbits finna seeA guerilla thriller will kill a nigga, in these H-Town streetsReady for war boy we raw, I thought I told you catsWho was the nigga that had to bust, and make the crowd move backNever slacking or lacking, still attacking like I`m SadaamSet it off like the chirp that`s going off, on the alarmDoing harm nigga we swarm, on any and every hater in sightFuck around and call a nigga Teddy, steady turning off your lightsNight lights gon get burned, fucking with paper that I earnedS.L.A.B. gladiating on hating, see you cats gon learn[Jay`Ton]It`s Jay`Ton, motherfuckers and if they don`t know the nameFrom the wild wild West, slugging em like Jesse JamesDog better get the fuck back, `fore I fuck around and leave a nigga flatWith a cardiac heart attack, slugs stuck off in your backSee I ain`t tripping mayn, I`m one of the young guerillasThat`s stacking scrilla, slash a killa cause I`m a made niggaYou don`t wanna get hauled on, or straight clicked onI`ve been a G ever since the day, that I left home[Trae]S-L-A-B, one of these motherfuckers finna seeI`ve been a sad cat with a fat cat all the way back, still spitting with heatOne of the rap game phenomenon`s, me and my click be ready for warYou better get your entourage, `fore you get calicoes through your carOr you`ll get a 44 to your jaw, ain`t no love boxing we rawAnd if you really think that we playing, step in the ring so you can get scarredGuerillas ready for havoc, on a mission to let you have itTo tell the truth I done had it, this game is really fin to get tragicI ain`t having when I`m busting on first and ten, I`ma be rushingTill a nigga left with concussions, bring the end of discussion dogYou don`t wanna get me pissed off or ticked off your ass is fin to get pissed onNot dissed on but clicked on, for stepping inside my zone[Mr. 3-2]50 Cent, baby that`s nothing but chump changeShooting slugs at my partna, disrespecting the gameSo feel this verbal cocaine, your whole tape was trashNow the whole Screwed Up Click, gon beat that assSo when you come in H-Town, don`t hide behind your circleWe gon tear the club up, leave both your eyes purpleHurt you bitch nigga, that`s from the Boss ManI`m known for slapping boys, knocking em out with my handsUnderstand bow down, and show some respectWe clicked up and heated, with knifes hanging round our neckI`m a cold blooded killa, do a murder for the priceSo call the ambulance, and put this bitch up on some ice[Hook - 2x](*Z-Ro talking*)2K3, S-L-A-B, Slow Loud And Bangin`In your motherfucking face, in your motherfucking trunkHell naw, it ain`t gon never stop niggaWe don`t know how to stop, so shit we just gonKeep going, and matter fact this hoe ass nigga 50 CentBitch you ain`t nothing but two quarters niggaWe made change out of your bitch ass, niggaWe hold dolla bills round this bitch, holdingAin`t a god damn thang stolenBig Moe, that`s my motherfucking nigga for L-I-F-ESo fuck you niggaz, till you D-E-A-DRun up on us if you wanna nigga, get your bitch ass slidInto a motherfucking coma, yeah niggaLike H-A-Dub-K say nigga, we ain`t gon playWe got the motherfucking K, we ready to sprayWith no delay, feel me nigga Mo City TexasTill a nigga gone, forever rolling with my chrome(*Dyno talking*)Nigga in the right state of mind, again againLetting you punk ass niggaz, know about warYou know I`m saying, niggaz out here we glove orWe can glock it up, you know I`m saying ain`t no playing out hereIt`s gorillas for real, lil` orangutan ass chipmunk ass niggazY`all better represent this to the fullest mayn, this S.L.A.BBitches understand this mayn, all that talking downRunning the diarrhea out your mouth, get something to talk aboutCause a nigga`ll slap your track out bitch, you know I`m sayingHoe ass niggaz, trying to ride red niggaz know Ike paintingAin`t like Ike`s know I`m saying, do what you like

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