(feat. Mr. 3-2, Showtyme)



[talking:]

Uh oh, S-L-A-B soldiers in this bitch mayn

Trae on the mic mayn, my lil' brother Galo

Classy D yes sir, it go down mayn

Slab soldiers for real, mob style for life mayn

Squeeze the block, till it ain't nothing left

This C.L., from the West mayn



[Hook: x4]

S.L.A.B. bitch, get out the way

Get out the way bitch, get out the way



[Lil' B:]

H.A.W.K. done rolled in a wide load, with candy paint on 84's

Got a calico for a hating hoe, that'll beat the clown like Bozo

I'll tag your toe when I hit you hard, let you know I really don't bar

Step on the scene then pull your broad, getting mad I'll pull your card

Call it far but that's how it go, down here in the S-O

Riding solo in a fo' do', call me Lil' B I'm Bybo

I wreck a show when I rock a stage, slab blasting off like a twelve gauge

Niggaz seem amazed we on the front page, bout the feddy we getting paid

Playa made and that's on the click, but these bopping hoes be riding dick

I hit her quick then leave em sick, fuck shooting a arrow like cupid

They stupid I'm a thug nigga, stepping out in Gucci how you figga

Your bitch out of line you better gon get her, head buster I'm a wig splitter

You can't forget a nigga don't play, represent the Park I'm on Fewquay

I gotta let my top down on a sunny day, it's S.L.B. bitch get on out the way



[Trae:]

I recommend that y'all get back, 'fore I get pissed off and I wreck tracks

You niggaz be liking the chit-chat, better duck when I'm busting on contact

A guerilla be ready for combat, four deep when I creep in a black Lac

You think you the best nigga bet that, everytime I spit see I'ma squash that

I got slab soldiers street cruisers, mouth piece like a load abuser

Twin rugers, coming out the roof in a Land Cruiser

You don't wanna plex cause I'm gonna do ya, I ain't tripping I'm ready to get it on

Did you hear the fat lady sing, hell naw so I got about eight mo' rounds of fucking up your dome

Bitch you done fucked up and got a nigga pissed, now I'm bout to get all up in your shit

Lean on a nigga like I'm a bumper kit, off the chain ready to bite like a pit

But Donny D we throwing up South Klique, living on lock down

Don Juan I ain't forgot ya, see you already know I'ma shut they block down

And now y'all niggaz finna disrespect, cause I run up they set fin to leave you wet

When I'm pulling this it's only gon take a sec, and when I let it go you better run like a bitch

Half of you niggaz better go get a job, you thinking you better than me

Your rap skills we gon let it be, nigga you know you'll never see me



[Hook x4]



[Mr. 3-2:]

It's the Big Boss in a Harley, Fat Domino

I make the broads work the track, and bring back payroll

No, I don't go for them games

Shoot a infrared aim, and that's a god damn shame

How I'ma lay em in niggaz tonsils, out here in these streets

Fuck starving I'ma eat, baby I bring heat

On every side of town, bleeding us underground

Have my weight up, knocking out boys in the first round

I stay down, like the ground you walk on

Right quick right fast, bitch I'm worldwide known

Blown out the frame, on a come up mission

For the face big heads, leaving boys missing



[Showtyme:]

Step in my path'll get you gone, spinning necks like a wheel of chrome

When I come through better guard your dome, like the nigga Trick Daddy I'ma take it home

Smash the gas I'm moving fast, I'm on a paper chase gotta get that cash

Deep in the South where I keep my stash, a nigga like me might beat your ass

Call me a chicken break it down, nigga bricks know all over town

You don't really wanna fuck with my underground fool, cause this undeground shit ain't got no rules

You niggaz want a game I play to win, the nigga Showteezy did it again

Cocked up deuce trays in a bubble eye lens, you could say it on a Lexus Lac or Benz

Customized nigga you can't buy nowhere, think flyness gotta be in the air

Side to side nigga you could find me there, this shit's so hot you get burned from the flare



[Hook x4]