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(*talking*)Yeah we back nigga, S.L.A.BSlow Loud And Bangin` mayn, Yung ReddMy nigga Trae yeah, I`m just saying though maynStill the money making money, grindStill out here, in this rap gameYou niggaz days is out, you know I`m tal`n boutI`m just addressing the situation, know I`m sayingFor y`all ain`t know, it is plex nigga what`s up[Hook]I been through every hood, I stood on every blockBut welcome to the South, partna what they talking boutHustled on every spot, my wheels never stopSo welcome to the South, partna what they talking boutI been through every hood, I stood on every blockSo welcome to the South, partna what they talking boutHustled on every spot, my wheels never stop21 gun salute, and we clear the parking lot[Z-Ro]It`s the corner that`s where I stay, a concrete jungle but it`s where I playWith a second to die but a minute to pray, when you in H-Town watch what you saySouth Coast on down to MLK, lot of motherfuckers die everyday all dayBetter walk right planning on walking our way, then you better have a conversation with the AKNigga fuck foreign these niggaz don`t play, gangsta type niggaz like Boss and TraeLil B and Redd gon empty that lead, don`t matter if it`s night time or in broad dayRolling in a mission coming down Broadway, bout to dump on a chump 17 the hard wayOut of respect we don`t trip on the Lord`s day, but anyday could be go to war dayWe got Crips and Bloods and clips and drugs and, sheisty ass niggaz that`ll rob they cousinsAnd punk police that be spitting no peace, acting like hoes all I know`ll cock they dozensSo I ride on niggaz and disquise on niggaz, but always keep my eyes on niggazI don`t wanna have to pull a five on niggaz, bet the motherfuckers it`ll be a crime won`t it[Yung Redd]You could say I`m on that Kay Slay shit, I`m a motherfucking drama kingI ain`t gotta sing, bout all them guns that I`ma bringSo it seems, you niggaz it`s HalloweenNo gangstas just masks, I don`t know them Clover G`s nawIf you thinking I`m slipping then try, sleep with them heaters beside meMe and them killas is riding, uh-huhToss what you think I mean, 7-1-3 is the name of my teamThis ain`t a game them nines`ll bang, it`ll rain and split your frameYung Redd, is still the best kept secretYou so far from the hood, this beef shit is your weakness yeahGive respect, where respect dueFuck what the rest do, Sucka Free I move with select few[Hook][Trae]It`s drama in any kind of whether, you better duck `fore the heat come get yaEverybody suspect so we gon load the Mack up, with some`ing that`ll burn when it hit yaBitch I`ma get ya, and it ain`t no way you niggaz fin to come cross my setAssholes coming out of mother nature, with hands that`s known to wreckFucking with my slab and I`m known to plex, pop my trunk and I cause a messFour 15`s and a bitch on top of the grill, I might put your shit to restBy the way that I tip my slab, jelly slab when I flip my AVEWhether South gon connect with the West, with nothing less then wood wheel I grabYou say you thoed but don`t make me laugh, bitch we been raw on the micY`all had y`all second of fame to try to run the game, but now we bout to go on and take flightI`m a SK G and a leader of the wolfpack, so I`m about to get the hood backRight where we started yep now we got the hood back, so these niggaz wanna pull backJust like I thought you niggaz ain`t built for this, the type of shit you on you get killed for thisAnd that`s gangsta I put it on my click, so niggaz don`t get fooled you ain`t real with this[Lil B]These niggaz know they good, to get dropped in the hoodLet`s get it understood, I floss with Boss and grip woodFour deep and corner to corner, and every city to cityI bleed blocks with rocks, showing `em no pityI`m still that nigga, that ride or die for the SouthsideYou get to tripping, this wood gon ripping your mouth wideOpen and scoping, poking `em in your brainYelling out A.B.N. South Klique, cause that`s the gangNigga I got killas from Acre Shakers, to the South-WestSunnyside 3rd Ward, niggaz`ll rip your chestPlus I got Ridgemont 4, Mo City killasRiding for Lil B, better go get your guerillas[J-Doe]You ride around, on your little ass dubsWith your little ass thugs, with your little ass mugsWith your lil` bitty guns, with your lil` bitty slugsIt`s J-Doe S-Dub-V, you heard of usWhen I jump on the track, with S.L.A.B. I`m murderersSince Trae got my name hot, now they curiousBut I`ve been on the block, and niggaz wasn`t feeling usEver since we pulled a three out, they see we seriousAnd I keep that thang with me, like my nigga Boss bang-bangDown South nigga, sitting on 4`s and we swang-swangDown a pint smoke some dro, and still try to maintainBorn to see the the mood of Houston now, about to do my thang[Boss]Pick up ya pace better pick up ya face, Boss in the house bout to stick up the placeLet the glock go hick-up in ya face, nigga when the Maab step up in the placeNiggaz trying to get paid from fifty states, niggaz got pack for sales off the scaleYou try to stop a nigga dope sale, post my licks up in the hotelGot a few fiends I know that won`t tell, trying to sit low with stacks of mo` mailSco` by the barrell and green by the bail, cool and the cut no time for no gelFresh bandanas Chuck`s and pig tails, trying to find me a new trip we can bailGotta get paid with no time to fail, gotta flip another double whole sale[Hook]

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