| Yeah we back nigga, S.L.A.B
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| Slow Loud And Bangin' mayn, Yung Redd
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| My nigga Trae yeah, I’m just saying though mayn
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| Still the money making money, grind
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| Still out here, in this rap game
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| You niggas days is out, you know I’m tal’n bout
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| I’m just addressing the situation, know I’m saying
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| For y’all ain’t know, it is plex nigga what’s up
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| I been through every hood, I stood on every block
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| But welcome to the South, partna what they talking bout
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| Hustled on every spot, my wheels never stop
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| So welcome to the South, partna what they talking bout
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| I been through every hood, I stood on every block
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| So welcome to the South, partna what they talking bout
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| Hustled on every spot, my wheels never stop
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| 21 gun salute, and we clear the parking lot
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| It’s the corner that’s where I stay, a concrete jungle but it’s where I play
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| With a second to die but a minute to pray, when you in H-Town watch what you say
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| South Coast on down to MLK, lot of motherfuckers die everyday all day
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| Better walk right planning on walking our way, then you better have a
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| conversation with the AK
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| Nigga fuck foreign these niggas don’t play, gangsta type niggas like Boss and
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| Trae
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| Lil B and Redd gon empty that lead, don’t matter if it’s night time or in broad
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| day
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| Rolling in a mission coming down Broadway, bout to dump on a chump 17 the hard
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| way
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| Out of respect we don’t trip on the Lord’s day, but anyday could be go to war
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| day
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| We got Crips and Bloods and clips and drugs and, sheisty ass niggas that’ll rob
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| they cousins
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| And punk police that be spitting no peace, acting like hoes all I know’ll cock
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| they dozens
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| So I ride on niggas and disquise on niggas, but always keep my eyes on niggas
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| I don’t wanna have to pull a five on niggas, bet the motherfuckers it’ll be a
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| crime won’t it
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| You could say I’m on that Kay Slay shit, I’m a motherfucking drama king
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| I ain’t gotta sing, bout all them guns that I’ma bring
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| So it seems, you niggas it’s Halloween
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| No gangstas just masks, I don’t know them Clover G’s naw
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| If you thinking I’m slipping then try, sleep with them heaters beside me
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| Me and them killas is riding, uh-huh
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| Toss what you think I mean, 7−1-3 is the name of my team
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| This ain’t a game them nines’ll bang, it’ll rain and split your frame
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| Yung Redd, is still the best kept secret
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| You so far from the hood, this beef shit is your weakness yeah
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| Give respect, where respect due
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| Fuck what the rest do, Sucka Free I move with select few
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| It’s drama in any kind of whether, you better duck 'fore the heat come get ya
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| Everybody suspect so we gon load the Mack up, with some’ing that’ll burn when
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| it hit ya
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| Bitch I’ma get ya, and it ain’t no way you niggas fin to come cross my set
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| Assholes coming out of mother nature, with hands that’s known to wreck
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| Fucking with my slab and I’m known to plex, pop my trunk and I cause a mess
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| Four 15's and a bitch on top of the grill, I might put your shit to rest
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| By the way that I tip my slab, jelly slab when I flip my AVE
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| Whether South gon connect with the West, with nothing less then wood wheel I
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| grab
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| You say you thoed but don’t make me laugh, bitch we been raw on the mic
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| Y’all had y’all second of fame to try to run the game, but now we bout to go on
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| and take flight
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| I’m a SK G and a leader of the wolfpack, so I’m about to get the hood back
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| Right where we started yep now we got the hood back, so these niggas wanna pull
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| back
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| Just like I thought you niggas ain’t built for this, the type of shit you on
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| you get killed for this
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| And that’s gangsta I put it on my click, so niggas don’t get fooled you ain’t
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| real with this
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| These niggas know they good, to get dropped in the hood
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| Let’s get it understood, I floss with Boss and grip wood
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| Four deep and corner to corner, and every city to city
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| I bleed blocks with rocks, showing 'em no pity
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| I’m still that nigga, that ride or die for the Southside
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| You get to tripping, this wood gon ripping your mouth wide
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| Open and scoping, poking 'em in your brain
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| Yelling out A.B.N. |
| South Klique, cause that’s the gang
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| Nigga I got killas from Acre Shakers, to the South-West |
| Sunnyside 3rd Ward, niggas’ll rip your chest
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| Plus I got Ridgemont 4, Mo City killas
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| Riding for Lil B, better go get your guerillas
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| You ride around, on your little ass dubs
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| With your little ass thugs, with your little ass mugs
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| With your lil' bitty guns, with your lil' bitty slugs
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| It’s J-Doe S-Dub-V, you heard of us
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| When I jump on the track, with S.L.A.B. |
| I’m murderers
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| Since Trae got my name hot, now they curious
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| But I’ve been on the block, and niggas wasn’t feeling us
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| Ever since we pulled a three out, they see we serious
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| And I keep that thang with me, like my nigga Boss bang-bang
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| Down South nigga, sitting on 4's and we swang-swang
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| Down a pint smoke some dro, and still try to maintain
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| Born to see the the mood of Houston now, about to do my thang
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| Pick up ya pace better pick up ya face, Boss in the house bout to stick up the
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| place
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| Let the Glock go hick-up in ya face, nigga when the Maab step up in the place
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| Niggas trying to get paid from fifty states, niggas got pack for sales off the
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| scale
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| You try to stop a nigga dope sale, post my licks up in the hotel
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| Got a few fiends I know that won’t tell, trying to sit low with stacks of mo'
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| mail
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| Sco' by the barrell and green by the bail, cool and the cut no time for no gel
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| Fresh bandanas Chuck’s and pig tails, trying to find me a new trip we can bail
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| Gotta get paid with no time to fail, gotta flip another double whole sale |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The South, artist - Trae Tha Truth. Album song Plex, Vol. 4.5 (S.L.A.B.ed), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп