Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The South (S.L.A.B.ed), artist - Trae Tha Truth. Album song Plex, Vol. 4.5 (S.L.A.B.ed), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.05.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Grand hustle, Trae Tha Truth
Song language: English
The South (S.L.A.B.ed) |
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 niggas 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 |
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 |
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 niggas don’t play, gangsta type niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas and disquise on niggas, but always keep my eyes on niggas |
I don’t wanna have to pull a five on niggas, bet the motherfuckers it’ll be a |
crime won’t it |
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 niggas 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 |
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 niggas 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 niggas wanna pull |
back |
Just like I thought you niggas 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 niggas don’t get fooled you ain’t |
real with this |
These niggas 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, niggas’ll rip your chest |
Plus I got Ridgemont 4, Mo City killas |
Riding for Lil B, better go get your guerillas |
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 niggas 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 |
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 |
Niggas trying to get paid from fifty states, niggas 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' |
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 |