(feat. Chris ward, Lil O, Skrilla, Trae, Jay'Ton, Lil B)



[gun shots]



[talking]

S.L.A.B., Slow, Loud And Bangin'

Some real shit, ha-ha

You missed me, motherfucker

Many men (C. Ward), many many many many men

Wanna be like me, but they can't fuck with the M.O.B

It's C. W-A-R to the D



[Chris Ward]

It's hard to see, I'm hard to be

Hey you um fraud to me, and that's fraud as can be

And I don't care for no apology, fuck you and your bribery

You should of knew that from the get go, I'll set up a robbery

I'll have your home hit, leave your dome split

Leave your vest and chest a mess, once the 4-4 chrome spit

Niggaz beefing with me, like they got a bone to pick

Well holla at me I'll be in the hood, me and my Yellowstone click



[Lil' O]

My enemies can't even fathom, what I think in my mind

Cause if they saw what I saw, they would sleep with they nine

See Lil' O's like a gorilla, in the heat and combined

You disappear, just for speaking on mine it's not a game

So let's put it in the open, I'm addressing the issue

You cry babies, let me get you some tissue

I'm 30 seconds from getting the pistol hopping out, letting you grissle

I told you suckers that my weapon will whistle, for disrespecting a pitbull

But I'm so fly, I could piss on a missle

So if you plexing bitch make it official, I'll two way you right back

Like ha sucker, I'm coming to get you

And if they catch me nigga, fuck the judicial



[Skrilla]

As long as there's blood in my veins, and air in my lungs

I'ma be stuck in this game, and weighing a gun

I hold my head to the sky, as I blink at the clouds

Then hit the roof, and get to thinking out loud

What you know about choking on stones, or rubbing up zones

Or disconnecting dizzy broads, before for to your phone

On in the kitchen broad bitching, bout the odor is strong

You cook it slow and hit the do', before she notice you gone

I'm holding my own, it ain't nothing above me

Go toe to toe with a track, until my knuckles are bloody

It's a must I get ugly, if you mess with my nuts

Full speed when I bleed, mashing the pedal for thrust

Got my mind made up, to keep the crime rate up

Laws struggle steady hoping, that my rhymes pay up

As long as the water is hot, and the dishes are clean

My position's in the kitchen, dog I'm living my dream



[Hook]

Niggaz in the game, wanna act like we not a G

But I done told em, ain't no fucking with S.L.A.B

And if they do, they gon be next to be resting in peace

Cause ain't no way you haters, taking my life away

That's why we quick to click on niggaz, that's bumping with us

It's ride or die, and I'll be sure that you riding with us

Slow, Loud And Bangin' on them niggaz, we cock and we bust

And if they run up with that nothing, they fin to get rushed



[talking]

These bitches gotta go, I ain't playing no games

This time around, put that on my life

take every single one of you, hoe ass niggaz out



[Trae]

These issues I'm living, got me losing focus but I keep my cool

Straight up I got my mind made up, I don't wanna be six feet laid up

But it seem to keep testing my patience, barely missing they death

And soon to be, they gon be touched and that be quiet as kept

My mind frame in another world, and it don't plan to come back

And the day it come back, my enemies fin to be under attack

This life I'm living ain't no joke, so I ain't fin to play no games

I got a perfect aim for these cats, so they can feel my pain

That's why I grind full time, one life to live to get mine

So I'm full speed to the job, until it's time to lay it down

And to them cats that sent a slug, right through the side of my car

It ain't over you got it coming in the war, I don't bar



[Jay'Ton]

These niggaz fake they act like cakes, just like some hoes

Their the type of niggaz, that don't really last that long

That's why my nine on my side, when I'm ready to ride

I walk around with my head high, with nothing but pride

Cause I'm a thug ass nigga, busting at snitch niggaz

I'ma be a grave digger, for niggaz hating my figgas

My enemies gotta go, they better duck when I'm coming

My mission is to eliminate haters, when I be rushing



[Lil B]

You niggaz can run but you can't hide, I'ma leave your chest open

Within fifty feet is my range, infrared beams scoping

Choking you haters, that's trying to hate on a G

Lil B I'm still that nigga, that'll rep S.L.A. to the B

Wanna plex then grab your gun, we known to keep a nigga on the run

Leave em stunned wet and done, just like a fresh hot cinna-bun

Say playboy these streets talk, don't make me have to come to your house

Break you off when the glock cough, Slow, Loud And Bangin' won't take a loss



[talking]

Old hoe ass nigga, fuck around

And run up in your motherfucking house

And duct tape your spies nigga, put one

In your motherfucking brain

Talking down on the name, nigga



[Hook]