We Represent H-Town (S.L.A.B.ed) - Trae Tha Truth

Man, this motherfucking underground shit

Ain’t ready for S.L.A.B.

baby, we in here

It’s that nigga Rick D baby, I’m in here with Trae

Guerrilla Maab, and the Girt mayn

Shitting on the spit mayn, it’s going down 2003

Hey get down, lay down

Cause we got what it takes, to make you cakes and all you bricks

Lay down, hate now

It’s Girt Boys, S.L.A.B.

and Trae, you know we gotta represent

H-Town, whoa now

Don’t beef with the team, we mean what we say so

Bitch slow down, whoa now

Nigga we’ll put it in your face, get it straight

We Guerillas, you niggas is chimps

And we too tall, to deal with you shrimps

By the way I’m a playa, boo-wow when I fill you with shrimp

Respect my gangsta chick, cause you dealing with pimps

Hey I’m straying off of the subject, if you don’t feel S.L.A.B

The Mack’ll have you feeling Trae, off of your stomach

That’s Trae from the Tre pound, off of your stomach

We go platinum, I’m hitting Trae out for the hundreds

Some of you hate, to see us niggas get paid

And that’s probably why we got bad blood, like niggas with AIDS

This game ain’t sweet, but y’all got licorice ways

The truth hurt, you don’t want me to finish this phrase do you

Aw naw, Trae up in this bitch

And tear the walls down, I thought I told you befo'

Hey back down, 'fore a nigga Mack drown

You in a pool of blood, and let me tell you something else

Mack rounds, leave a nigga back down

On the ground, cause he choose to thug

That popcorn shit, bout to drown out

Call me ringmaster, cause I’m calling clowns out

On some pimp shit, smacking you sluts

On some square shit, snatching your nuts

And boys better, get it right

'Fore I hit em right, in they fitted right

Between the letters, put it on your mind you get it right

Say, let me slow it down

So you can keep up, Unique I hold it down

Like Will and C-Note

You niggas can’t tell me, you don’t feel what we quote

U-nique, bastard child

Ignorant slow swagger, nasty smile

Grit Boys, ain’t no concern what you bragging bout

Like MLK on Sunday, nigga slabbed out

I do' ran up on a nigga, and spit it sick on all you faking niggas

Hell-i-fied when I click on niggas, that be on my dick ass niggas

I’m telling you I’m a lunatic, but my name ain’t Nelly

I be the one, to hit the block and let off five in your belly

One deep and swanging a Chevy, Slow Loud And Bangin' I’m packing

Bad ain’t to know niggas stacking, them niggas need to quit rapping

Haven’t you heard of my team, with a red beam

And it’s cocked, with a four pound that I’m packing

I make a heavyweighter drop stop and roll, trying to get away from the Maab

Niggas tripping, they think I’m slicking they ass out of a job

And I know I’m too hard, so you niggas finna see

I’m a nigga with attitude, that these haters don’t wanna meet

Fuck you, and the rest that hate

Grit Boys rep the H, got heat that’ll melt your face

You must got breath, to waste

Fuck that shit, my niggas trying to get some cake

Hey, Girt Boys came to win

Got the rap game, caving in

Nigga I ain’t your friend, Scoob don’t know y’all niggas

So, he let the chamber spin

Then, get back to my do'

Get stacks from my hoe, bitch crack on the low

I’m telling y’all niggas

Any chit-chat, guns’ll blow whoa

Oh, can’t forget B and Trae

Y’all niggas don’t need to play, might just bleed today

The Maab in this bitch, so drop to your knees and pray

We know, none of y’all niggas want it with Arch'

I’ll have the paramedics screaming, that they losing your heartbeat

Cause damn, I’ve been waiting a long time

To show you cock sucker motherfuckers, I work with this chrome nine

And fuck who you came with, cause all y’all faking

You need to peep game, and realize what y’all facing

I keep them hogs waiting, for any altercation

I let the bullets rush through your team, like Walter Payton

I get it done right, nigga MJ style

I’ll give you 42 shots, in one night

And yeah I let the Mach spit, and make you

Bitch niggas back down for fucking with Arch, S.L.A.B.

and Grit bitch

You boys better move around, back-back

'Fore I grab the black gat, busting shots that’ll make your blood splat

Feel that Grit, S.L.A.B.

and my kin folk Trae

Shooting game to you busters, we hustles for pay day

Gotta get it come back with it, it don’t quit

Lay you down, 'fore you fuck around and get your wig split

Young Guerillas that’s after scrilla, haters you gotta love it

Push and shove it, you think I’m bluffing big trucks I’m dubbing

Plus fo' still known, to tack a hater toe

Representing H-Town, whenever you hear me flow

Lil B, also known as By-Bo

Get out of line, I’ll be busting like a crooked po-po

Fa sho a nigga gleam, better yet a nigga shine

Bled blocks for stocks, on the corners of Grape Vine

When you see a nigga, chunk a deuce or move around

Third Coast finest, making you chumps lay it down

Make way for the Jay’Ton, he next to bat

With a gat and a pack, that’ll heat up your back

Do my dirt and burn off, you wankstas getting tossed

Swanging the boulevard, till the laws getting lost

Hit the block and set up shop, for fiends that need rocks

Just quick it if you wanna, then I’m knocking your ass off

Like Lennox Lewis, candy blue on the Buick

If it’s fast then I Screw it, I gotta stay true to it

It’s the S-L-A-B, I got it tatted on my arm

15's be beating, like I be busting at Sadaam

17 years old, a gangsta I know

If a nigga out of line, I’m wrecking him like a flow