S.L.A.B. (Slow Loud And Bangin)

S.L.A.B. (Slow Loud And Bangin) - Spittin' Fire lyrics

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(feat. Z-Ro, Mr. 3-2, Yung Redd, Archie Lee, Kiotti,...) 



[talking:] 

Gangsta, Trae say man 

Some niggaz gon get fucked up, on this song man 

Know I'm saying, ay this Archie Lee baby 

You already know, know I'm saying 

Nothing but the real nigga, S.L.A.B. 

We in your motherfucking face, turn it up nigga what 



[Archie Lee:] 

Four rocks in the hand, two glocks in the van 

You niggaz make way, cause ain't no stopping this clan 

S to the L-A to the B 

None of these niggaz, fucking with Archie Lee 

Before I drop my solo, you niggaz doubted me 

How he gon switch labels, without that nigga Lil' Ke 

But like the underdog, I was suppose to lose 

Made profit like a motherfucker, showed you fools 

Now everywhere I go, bitch niggaz so cool 

Man your shit jamming, let me hear you flow fool 

Hell naw, but I appreciate the love 

You better appreciate a thug, or appreciate a slug what 



[Hook:] 

You can't deny us, we be spitting fire 

(and you know, we strapped with heat) 

We some real slab riders, please don't try us 

(everybody know, talk is cheap) 



[Z-Ro:] 

What it do I'm coming through, you better move back 

Strapped with artillery, not scared to use that 

Cause I'm bad to the bone, got beef with me then bring it on 

You ain't ready, for all these pieces of plastic and chrome 

Must be tired of living ready, then headed to early grave 

Known for sending niggaz, to hell or the pearly gate 

Ain't nobody taking me, I ain't worried bout nothing 

Hate me today tomorrow, I come back like a rewind button 

Ain't friendly, stay to myself for no reason at all 

Get up off of me, 'fore you be bleeding not breathing at all 

I'm connected, nation wide respected and known 

Z-Ro the Crooked, I'm original so watch for the clone 



[Kiotti:] 

Watch for the clone, see me better watch for my chrome 

If you jacking, you better watch for your dome 

And I'm on your block, and yep the talk is cheap 

When I lay you on the ground, you know that talk is cheap 

Ask Trae, or A. Lee 

In uh H-Town is where we be, it's easy 

We three mo', slow the beat and bring it back 

Guerilla Maab with the S.L.A.B., in a Jag they love that 

Anybody who be bumping or talking down, fin to catch some slugs 

Better run, I mess with gorillas killers and thugs 

And we all raw, I swing for heads to break jaws 

And we got money for bail, ain't worried bout the laws uh 



[Big Pup:] 

Big boy sick boy, yes I'm the wig splitter 

Make way, it's the Ridgemont's 4 big nigga 

Go getter for the cash, I'ma have it if I want it 

Calicoes we gon blast, at you niggaz acting fony 

I'ma get it cause I'm hungry, and ain't stopping till I eat 

I give a fuck how cold you is, cause I'm about to bring the heat 

With the Guerilla M double A-B, and Hershelwood's Archie Lee 

Who am I, Big Pup repping them Pud Park streets 

All that bumping obsolete, put your money where you speak 

I got gorillas that'll creep, and leave you dead where you sleep 

A damn fool on these beats, in these streets I bring trouble 

Big Pup and them S.L.A.B. niggaz, means E.R. on the double 



[Hook] 



[Mr. 3-2:] 

Talk is cheap, I bring heat to the track 

I deliver pimp slaps, and steady setting traps 

For these hoes and niggaz, you can't figure me out 

Still the Gov of the South, that'll burn up your house 

You and your son, I do this kinda shit for fun 

Make bets with me, bitch I'll have your ass done 

Lying and trying, to disrespect a boss 

You ain't got enough money, hoe I'm hot like hot sauce 

Stinging like a wasp, of course it's me 

Fucking with my property, you'll get fucked off properly 

Ain't no stopping me, and your ass gon see 

Who to play with, cause it damn sho ain't me 



[talking:] 

Be what you want me to be 

Next time I see your ass, you gon see 

Reality, in front of me the G.O.V. what's up Trae 



[Trae:] 

That's the way the game go, is what they steady yelling out 

But I'm about to cut they lights out, and make em respect my mind when I'm strapped with a big red dot 

You niggaz can't get with the worst of us, and ain't never gon fuck with the best of us 

My mouth piece cocked and about to bust, for a nigga that's thinking they better than us 

Fuck that fuck y'all, Trae fin to get my point across and I'ma call it out 

Fin to come out the do' running up head on, let's see which one of us falling out 

One of them thug fire mob niggaz, a gorilla raw dog nigga 

Hatch back when I wanna fall nigga, snitching ditching from the laws nigga 

Broken jaw till they call nigga, body bag when they haul niggaz 

Mob niggaz wanna squab niggaz, weaving and then I'ma bob nigga 

Naw nigga you ain't fucking with this, Guerilla Maab and untamed 

Who's to blame, I dont know but you bout to get a hot one for the pain 



[J'Ronimo:] 

Dipping and dabbing, hustling the streets you flipping your slab in 

I know bitches, who shoot more dicks then Madden 

They dick biters, I'm on illegal shit like pit fighters 

And if you ain't know, then the shit's right here 

Flow into my vocal box, drip like beers 

The world is my click, like Cheers 

You can call me Steve Francis, popping pills with bills 

And all this ice, got my wrist on chill 

The block's on heated, got your man tell him to wait so 

You be in on my recipe, Redd get the rope 

And my rims cause pain, cause I'm spinning hurricanes 

I understand girls cheat, my main chick is Mary Jane 



[Yung Redd:] 

Now this is what happens, for thinking I'm capping 

Pulling out the mack 10, don't make it a challenge 

Aiming at your Cadillac, making it back spin 

Action, I been real since way back when 

I was wicked ever since, I jumped over the picket fence 

I hang on the block, like I'm paying rent 

And I'm like the Terminator, I'll be back 

To get you for all your stacks, and all your crack 

I'm back for the first time, ain't no canceling me 

Let's see, Redd'll cut down your family tree 

Catch me shooting the breeze, smoking too many trees 

Right now, ain't nan nigga fucking with me 



[Lil' B:] 

I'm a slab rider, provide a nigga your ear 

Never been a punk or no queer, therefor I have no fear 

For a hater, I penetrate a slug holding a grudge 

Cause I'm a thug nigga, that get down and dirty in the mud 

Round for round and pound for pound, just like this 

Gorilla that's untamed, when I ball up my first 

Now that I'm pissed, you niggaz better get it together 

Squashing the cheddar it's whatever, when I aim my baretta 

I'm sending slugs through your sweater, and you don't really like that 

After hearing Lil' B, you niggaz gon recite that 

Bite that, like a big mac killer that will attack 

The prey cause I'm the predator, wrecking ya staying two steps ahead of ya 

Smith'n Wess'll be blessing ya, when these niggaz be testing a nigga 

You ain't stressing a nigga, with all that plexing my nigga 

I'm thoed, explode like hot fire 

Sticky like barb wire, I'm a slab rider 



[Hook x2]
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