Lyrics We Represent H-Town - Trae Tha Truth

We Represent H-Town

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