(feat. Rocko)


[Hook x2: Rocko]

S.L.A.B. beating down your block

Your little mama's on my jock

She put my c.d. on

Jealous niggas started hating my song


[Trae]

Everyday I made with black gun on

A nigga be plexing, living on my day

Coming up out of the corner with a 4-4

And a mouth piece, trying to get rich

If you thinking you better than us

Half of you cats don't be fucking with us

It'd be best to be sticking on hunts

Before that glock 4 ready to bust

Lil' Trae the young gun

Keeping these fake niggas on the run

We just hooked up with the young gun

All work no play ain't no time for fun

We some of the best at what we do

Respect the game, and the game respect you

You gotta crawl, before you learn how to walk

For real, its all about paying dues

You gotta make that change, get on your grind

And stack your change, get the fuck out of my mix

Talking down on my name, to a bitch for fame

I'm telling you like it is, when I'm spitting my shit

They be liking this, all the hoes on the block

They be rocking this, like keeping a nigga the host

Steady jocking to this, so none of you hatas can stop this


[Hook x2]


[Z-Ro]

Jealous ass niggas started hating my song

Your bitch ain't never met me, but my music puts her in the zone

Z-Ro Vs. the World, and King of Da Ghetto

She cuts the music up on max, and go to wiggly like jello

Bitch ass boy, press and eject and chuck in my c.d.

But she ain't mad, cause she know she can come and get one from me

Niggas be talking down on me, the hoes trying to get some bed play

Must think I'm a pretender, ain't nothing pretend about this rent rate

Sometimes I pull up on a block, on the other side of town

Niggas be mugging when I slide by, but they don't ever make a sound

Until they get with hoes (cover blown), hater you been spotted

I was a hoe before you get your woman, told y'all about it


[Hook x2]


[Dougie D]

Well look here, I already peeped the hater-ation

But that's suspect, from these be on the square minded

Mentality having asses, son of a bitch don't lie to me

Hey now diggers don't bother me, you one of them same

Motherfuckers that be in the club, talking bout you in my Ferrari

Trying to get in free, nigga with a paid I dues

Ain't nobody fin to gangsta you, gotta get up, get out and go get it

Get off you ass, and handle all of your business

I'ma ride for the chedda, I'ma slide for the chedda, get down for the chedda

Constantly we gon mob for the chedda, gripping the rounds

I know time fin to let us, Dougie D, Trae and the S.L.A.B. family

Fin to wreck up to you hoes, like you need

Sipping you motherfuckers is what you need

Some of you motherfuckers'll hate on me

Smile in my face, talk down behind my back

But that's all good, cause I know where your nuts at

I'm gon scoop your gal, and fuck her off this track

How you brothers gon hate now