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letra de spittin' fire - s.l.a.b.

(-talking-)
gangsta, trae say man
some n-ggas gon get f-cked up, on this song man
know i’m saying, ay this archie lee baby
you already know, know i’m saying
nothing but the real n-gga, s.l.a.b
we in your motherf-cking face, turn it up n-gga what

[archie lee]
four rocks in the hand, two glocks in the van
you n-ggas make way, cause ain’t no stopping this clan
s to the l-a to the b
none of these n-ggas, f-cking with archie lee
before i drop my solo, you n-ggas doubted me
how he gon switch labels, without that n-gga lil’ ke
but like the underdog, i was suppose to lose
made profit like a motherf-cker, showed you fools
now everywhere i go, b-tch n-ggas so cool
man your sh-t jamming, let me hear you flow fool
h-ll naw, but i appreciate the love
you better appreciate a thug, or appreciate a slug what

[hook]
you can’t deny us, we be spitting fire
(and you know, we strapped with heat)
we some real slab riders, please don’t try us
(everybody know, talk is cheap)

[z-ro]
what it do i’m coming through, you better move back
strapped with artillery, not scared to use that
cause i’m bad to the bone, got beef with me then bring it on
you ain’t ready, for all these pieces of plastic and chrome
must be tired of living ready, then headed to early grave
known for sending n-ggas, to h-ll or the pearly gate
ain’t n0body taking me, i ain’t worried bout nothing
hate me today tomorrow, i come back like a rewind b-tton
ain’t friendly, stay to myself for no reason at all
get up off of me, ‘fore you be bleeding not breathing at all
i’m connected, nation wide respected and known
z-ro the crooked, i’m original so watch for the clone

[kiotti]
watch for the clone, see me better watch for my chrome
if you jacking, you better watch for your dome
and i’m on your block, and yep the talk is cheap
when i lay you on the ground, you know that talk is cheap
ask trae, or a. lee
in uh h-town is where we be, it’s easy
we three mo’, slow the beat and bring it back
guerilla maab with the s.l.a.b., in a jag they love that
anybody who be bumping or talking down, fin to catch some slugs
better run, i mess with gorillas k!llers and thugs
and we all raw, i swing for heads to break jaws
and we got money for bail, ain’t worried bout the laws uh

[big pup]
big boy sick boy, yes i’m the wig splitter
make way, it’s the ridgemont’s 4 big n-gga
go getter for the cash, i’ma have it if i want it
calicoes we gon blast, at you n-ggas acting fony
i’ma get it cause i’m hungry, and ain’t stopping till i eat
i give a f-ck how cold you is, cause i’m about to bring the heat
with the guerilla m double a-b, and hershelwood’s archie lee
who am i, big pup repping them pud park streets
all that bumping obsolete, put your money where you speak
i got gorillas that’ll creep, and leave you dead where you sleep
a d-mn fool on these beats, in these streets i bring trouble
big pup and them s.l.a.b. n-ggas, means e.r. on the double

[hook]

[mr. 3-2]
talk is cheap, i bring heat to the track
i deliver pimp slaps, and steady setting traps
for these hoes and n-ggas, you can’t figure me out
still the gov of the south, that’ll burn up your house
you and your son, i do this kinda sh-t for fun
make bets with me, b-tch i’ll have your -ss done
lying and trying, to disrespect a boss
you ain’t got enough money, hoe i’m hot like hot sauce
stinging like a wasp, of course it’s me
f-cking with my property, you’ll get f-cked off properly
ain’t no stopping me, and your -ss gon see
who to play with, cause it d-mn sho ain’t me

(-talking-)
be what you want me to be
next time i see your -ss, you gon see
reality, in front of me the g.o.v. what’s up trae

[trae]
that’s the way the game go, is what they steady yelling out
but i’m about to cut they lights out, and make em respect my mind when i’m strapped with a big red dot
you n-ggas can’t get with the worst of us, and ain’t never gon f-ck with the best of us
my mouth piece c-cked and about to bust, for a n-gga that’s thinking they better than us
f-ck that f-ck y’all, trae fin to get my point across and i’ma call it out
fin to come out the do’ running up head on, let’s see which one of us falling out
one of them thug fire mob n-ggas, a gorilla raw dog n-gga
hatch back when i wanna fall n-gga, snitching ditching from the laws n-gga
broken jaw till they call n-gga, body bag when they haul n-ggas
mob n-ggas wanna squab n-ggas, weaving and then i’ma bob n-gga
naw n-gga you ain’t f-cking with this, guerilla maab and untamed
who’s to blame, i dont know but you bout to get a hot one for the pain

[j’ronimo]
dipping and dabbing, hustling the streets you flipping your slab in
i know b-tches, who shoot more d-cks then madden
they d-ck biters, i’m on illegal sh-t like pit fighters
and if you ain’t know, then the sh-t’s right here
flow into my vocal box, drip like beers
the world is my cl!ck, like cheers
you can call me steve francis, popping pills with bills
and all this ice, got my wrist on chill
the block’s on heated, got your man tell him to wait so
you be in on my recipe, redd get the rope
and my rims cause pain, cause i’m spinning hurricanes
i understand girls cheat, my main chick is mary jane

[yung redd]
now this is what happens, for thinking i’m capping
pulling out the mack 10, don’t make it a challenge
aiming at your cadillac, making it back spin
action, i been real since way back when
i was wicked ever since, i jumped over the picket fence
i hang on the block, like i’m paying rent
and i’m like the terminator, i’ll be back
to get you for all your stacks, and all your crack
i’m back for the first time, ain’t no canceling me
let’s see, redd’ll cut down your family tree
catch me shooting the breeze, smoking too many trees
right now, ain’t nan n-gga f-cking with me

[lil’ b]
i’m a slab rider, provide a n-gga your ear
never been a punk or no queer, therefor i have no fear
for a hater, i penetrate a slug holding a grudge
cause i’m a thug n-gga, that get down and dirty in the mud
round for round and pound for pound, just like this
gorilla that’s untamed, when i ball up my first
now that i’m p-ssed, you n-ggas better get it together
squashing the cheddar it’s whatever, when i aim my baretta
i’m sending slugs through your sweater, and you don’t really like that
after hearing lil’ b, you n-ggas gon recite that
bite that, like a big mac k!ller that will attack
the prey cause i’m the predator, wrecking ya staying two steps ahead of ya
smith’n wess’ll be blessing ya, when these n-ggas be testing a n-gga
you ain’t stressing a n-gga, with all that plexing my n-gga
i’m thoed, explode like hot fire
sticky like barb wire, i’m a slab rider

[hook – 2x]

- s l a b

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