Blues In The South

歌詞

(*talking*) Yeah we back nigga, S.L.A.B Slow Loud And Bangin' mayn, Yung Redd My nigga Trae yeah, I'm just saying though mayn Still the money making money, grind Still out here, in this rap game You niggaz days is out, you know I'm tal'n bout I'm just addressing the situation, know I'm saying For y'all ain't know, it is plex nigga what's up (Hook) I been through every hood, I stood on every block But welcome to the South, partna what they talking bout Hustled on every spot, my wheels never stop So welcome to the South, partna what they talking bout I been through every hood, I stood on every block So welcome to the South, partna what they talking bout Hustled on every spot, my wheels never stop 21 gun salute, and we clear the parking lot (Z-Ro) It's the corner that's where I stay, a concrete jungle but it's where I play With a second to die but a minute to pray, when you in H-Town watch what you say South Coast on down to MLK, lot of motherfuckers die everyday all day Better walk right planning on walking our way, then you better have a conversation with the AK Nigga fuck foreign these niggaz don't play, gangsta type niggaz like Boss and Trae Lil B and Redd gon empty that lead, don't matter if it's night time or in broad day Rolling in a mission coming down Broadway, bout to dump on a chump 17 the hard way Out of respect we don't trip on the Lord's day, but anyday could be go to war day We got Crips and Bloods and clips and drugs and, sheisty ass niggaz that'll rob they cousins And punk police that be spitting no peace, acting like hoes all I know'll cock they dozens So I ride on niggaz and disquise on niggaz, but always keep my eyes on niggaz I don't wanna have to pull a five on niggaz, bet the motherfuckers it'll be a crime won't it (Yung Redd) You could say I'm on that Kay Slay shit, I'm a motherfucking drama king I ain't gotta sing, bout all them guns that I'ma bring So it seems, you niggaz it's Halloween No gangstas just masks, I don't know them Clover G's naw If you thinking I'm slipping then try, sleep with them heaters beside me Me and them killas is riding, uh-huh Toss what you think I mean, 7-1-3 is the name of my team This ain't a game them nines'll bang, it'll rain and split your frame Yung Redd, is still the best kept secret You so far from the hood, this beef shit is your weakness yeah Give respect, where respect due Fuck what the rest do, Sucka Free I move with select few (Hook) (Trae) It's drama in any kind of whether, you better duck 'fore the heat come get ya Everybody suspect so we gon load the Mack up, with some'ing that'll burn when it hit ya Bitch I'ma get ya, and it ain't no way you niggaz fin to come cross my set Assholes coming out of mother nature, with hands that's known to wreck Fucking with my slab and I'm known to plex, pop my trunk and I cause a mess Four 15's and a bitch on top of the grill, I might put your shit to rest By the way that I tip my slab, jelly slab when I flip my AVE Whether South gon connect with the West, with nothing less then wood wheel I grab You say you thoed but don't make me laugh, bitch we been raw on the mic Y'all had y'all second of fame to try to run the game, but now we bout to go on and take flight I'm a SK G and a leader of the wolfpack, so I'm about to get the hood back Right where we started yep now we got the hood back, so these niggaz wanna pull back Just like I thought you niggaz ain't built for this, the type of shit you on you get killed for this And that's gangsta I put it on my click, so niggaz don't get fooled you ain't real with this (Lil B) These niggaz know they good, to get dropped in the hood Let's get it understood, I floss with Boss and grip wood Four deep and corner to corner, and every city to city I bleed blocks with rocks, showing 'em no pity I'm still that nigga, that ride or die for the Southside You get to tripping, this wood gon ripping your mouth wide Open and scoping, poking 'em in your brain Yelling out A.B.N. South Klique, cause that's the gang Nigga I got killas from Acre Shakers, to the South-West Sunnyside 3rd Ward, niggaz'll rip your chest Plus I got Ridgemont 4, Mo City killas Riding for Lil B, better go get your guerillas (J-Doe) You ride around, on your little ass dubs With your little ass thugs, with your little ass mugs With your lil' bitty guns, with your lil' bitty slugs It's J-Doe S-Dub-V, you heard of us When I jump on the track, with S.L.A.B. I'm murderers Since Trae got my name hot, now they curious But I've been on the block, and niggaz wasn't feeling us Ever since we pulled a three out, they see we serious And I keep that thang with me, like my nigga Boss bang-bang Down South nigga, sitting on 4's and we swang-swang Down a pint smoke some dro, and still try to maintain Born to see the the mood of Houston now, about to do my thang (Boss) Pick up ya pace better pick up ya face, Boss in the house bout to stick up the place Let the glock go hick-up in ya face, nigga when the Maab step up in the place Niggaz trying to get paid from fifty states, niggaz got pack for sales off the scale You try to stop a nigga dope sale, post my licks up in the hotel Got a few fiends I know that won't tell, trying to sit low with stacks of mo' mail Sco' by the barrell and green by the bail, cool and the cut no time for no gel Fresh bandanas Chuck's and pig tails, trying to find me a new trip we can bail Gotta get paid with no time to fail, gotta flip another double whole sale (Hook)