(feat. Lil-B, Warren G., Reggoe)



[Hook: x2]

I'm in the parking lot, with my AK

Fin to be retaliation, today

I got the hammer cocked back, and I'm finna spray

Murder me a nigga, if he ain't claiming SK



[Z-Ro:]

Misery City's finest, and I don't give a fuck

About nothing, but smoking on that dro and getting bucks

I love nothing and slug something, if something is illing

I got something that'll make something, act right and stop tripping

I'm a gangsta, but I ain't flagging today

Cause some of my own niggaz, been plotting to blow me away

So I'ma go outside, pop the trunk

And run up in they houses, with my one and I'ma dump

And make they whole family, hit the god damn flo'

And put the rest of they people, in black on front rows

You might not like the way, I refer to a homicide

But it was head busting, ten out of ten I gotta survive

I be rolling, with my motherfucking strap on the side of me

Can't fuck with the South, K-L-I-Q-U-E

M double A-B, S-L-A-B

The Don of Mo City, and Donny B



[Trae:]

It's automatic we pistol gripping, you niggaz ain't getting from me

I dump on a chump, and have me singing this for they homie

We S.L.A.B. Slow Loud And Bangin, SK like everyday

This here for the block niggaz, and my dogs that's locked away

Donny, these niggaz bout to see what I'm talking bout

Set tripping, and watch how fast, I clear out the parking lot

Twin towers, now watch how I devour these cowards

Have me ducking like Howard, now these niggaz peeping my power

Don't you try to be cool with me now, I done peeped your type

Get caught up in a hype, until a nigga ready to fight

But I got something for you, let me introduce you to Trae

If you ain't ready, you gon see me on the block with a K ya punk bitch



[Hook x2]



[Lil B:]

SK representer, putting it all on the table

Peeping these video thugs, the one that's stuck on cable

Walk through a public place, and I see nothing but thug models

Wearing throwback jerseys or pink, trying to follow

Real recognize real, well I'm peeping the fake

Won't pull no kind of trigga, ain't moving nobody's weight

I never do it be of they closed, or make a nigga feel hard

All up in my face (what's up B), you niggaz still fraud

That's why I roll, with G-Maab Entertain' mayn

S.L.A.B. known to swang, leaving one in your brain mayn

I'm still the same, on the hunt for some change mayn

Killing parade niggaz, that ain't repping the name it's South Klique nigga



[W.G.:]

Niggaz running up, talking this and that

Until I pull out the gauge, and bust you in your back

Claiming SK nigga, better be for real

Before I break your ass down, like a handlebar pill

I ain't tripping with your set nigga, I'm repping mine

I'm in the parking lot of Max, nigga it's going down

About to whoop a nigga ass, have his brains hanging

Got a five deuce nigga, that love to bang

Much love to my nigga, named Baby James

Can't rep the set, and I ain't saying no names

Real recognize real, and that's how that go

See me flamed up, at a sold out S.L.A.B. show



[Reggoe:]

Macks and K's, cutting chopping these niggaz

These snitches I drop em, and then I blast goodbye to you bitches

Man so chill, niggaz don't wanna test the South sign side

Murder me a motherfucker, and just hop in my ride

So nine times out of ten, niggaz respect who it be

On T-H-C, really though busting my B-I-T

C-H motherfucker, you better get ready for war

Quit acting like a lil' kid, you's a grown man boy

Real shit is real, nigga I'ma see you face to face

Aggravated with a black bag, and a 4-4 in your face

Sore thumb poking out, yeah nigga it's me in the flesh

Southwest when I fuck you nigga, I've got plex I've got plex



[Hook x2]