(*talking*)

Here ye here ye, come one come all

An nigga talking down on the Maab, bound to fall

Know I'm saying, Z-Ro the Crooked

Representing S.U.C., got my nigga Fred in this bitch

My nigga Trae in this bitch, and we don't give

A damn about you, that's why we fin to ride


[Trae]

I bet these boys, out here better recognize

My team, Guerilla Maab until it's over

Running bitch niggas over, beaming a glock like I'm a soldier

Ready for war who that hating on Trae, and knowing they trash

Throwing they ass up out my face, if they think of blocking my cash

Mo' rocks than Damon Dash, independently I'm a threat

AKA a vet, and spraying them niggas until they wet

I ain't finished yet I'm a G, and I'm finishing what I started

Half of these niggas out here be spitting bullshit, like they retarded

Disregarded never, I'm better than the rest of the game

You lame better read my chain, M double A-B be running thangs

With my kin folk Ro dog, and the L dog

Everytime let me tell y'all, we thoed I'ma swell y'all


(*talking*)

Well swell em up then

Fuck these old PH bastard ass niggas

Talking down on us, bet y'all can't walk down on us

Nigga we strapped automatics, semi's and fully's


[Hook]

This one is dedicated, to them niggas that hate it

It's been a long time, but we finally made it

We the realest of the real, and we can never be faded

It's been a long time, but we finally made it

We the future of the funk, you punks is outdated

It's been a long time, but we finally made it

Breaking laws and jaws, cause you bitches is overrated

It's been a long time, but we finally made it


[Z-Ro]

Presidential got a problem, with me making my cash

Trying to starve a nigga out, and have me flat on my ass

One hundred and sixty thousand, what they suing me fo'

But since my shit's selling, you could never ruin me hoe

25 hours a day, I be packing that lead

Chasing paper so me and Fred, steady stacking our bread

I understand that you bullshit niggas, done flip-flopped

Trying to hold on to a nigga, hitching a ride to the top

(and 97.9), the biggest hoes I know

Now Walter D is my nigga, the rest of em be hating Ro

What do you know, why these niggas all up in my face

Back back I'm about two seconds, from catching a case

When I walk up in the club, they act like they don't see me

Nervous in my presence, praying that Z-Ro will take it easy

I'ma take it hard, while I'm killing em softly

Till they gone, they been hating us for way too long


[Hook]


[Jay'Ton]

Slow Loud And Bangin in they face, and niggas acting like hoes

I think it's cause we never went, when we be spitting out flows

Got cash I'm sick with it, I spit it cause I'm a G

It's the Jay'Ton, repping S.L.A.B

With Ro Dog and Trae, my flag be doing great

Undisputed like weight, when I'm upper cutting in your face

Body blows and jabs, for niggas hating on S.L.A.B

You come with that bullshit, guaranteed I'm beating your ass

It been a long time, and we finally made it

Hopped the slab off the AVE., and I finally sprayed it

No more slanging on the block, cause the block got raided

Like the point on the dice, I can never be faded


(*talking*)

Yeah, we ain't gon blow it though

You know we got this hoe ass devil on our back

On our motherfucking ass, that nigga can't face up

With a real nigga though, know I'm saying

Nigga know he talk shit, so I be spitting

All motherfucking day long, but it's still God first though

This whole ass world got me this way, you know I'm saying

Bout paper, this motherfucking K, motherfucking Tre-8

This 4-5, 4-4, shit it goes on and on and on

Talking down on us nigga, you getting 17 hundred to the dome

So I know u gon be gone, you know I'm saying

Fred get your bread, Trae pass that motherfucking K

And let's roll, I'ma continue to blow dro, and we out this bitch