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letra de we represent h-town - s.l.a.b.

(-talking-)
man, this motherf-cking underground sh-t
ain’t ready for s.l.a.b. baby, we in here
it’s that n-gga rick d baby, i’m in here with trae
guerrilla maab, and the girt mayn
sh-tting on the spit mayn, it’s going down 2003

[hook]
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
b-tch slow down, whoa now
n-gga we’ll put it in your face, get it straight

[poppy]
we guerillas, you n-ggas 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 n-ggas get paid
and that’s probably why we got bad blood, like n-ggas 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

[unique]
aw naw, trae up in this b-tch
and tear the walls down, i thought i told you befo’
hey back down, ‘fore a n-gga mack drown
you in a pool of blood, and let me tell you something else
mack rounds, leave a n-gga back down
on the ground, cause he choose to thug
that popcorn sh-t, bout to drown out
call me ringmaster, cause i’m calling clowns out
on some pimp sh-t, smacking you sl-ts
on some square sh-t, sn-tching 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 n-ggas can’t tell me, you don’t feel what we quote
u-nique, b-st-rd child
ignorant slow swagger, nasty smile
grit boys, ain’t no concern what you bragging bout
like mlk on sunday, n-gga slabbed out

[trae]
i do’ ran up on a n-gga, and spit it sick on all you faking n-ggas
h-ll-i-fied when i cl!ck on n-ggas, that be on my d-ck -ss n-ggas
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 sw-nging a chevy, slow loud and bangin’ i’m packing
bad ain’t to know n-ggas stacking, them n-ggas need to quit rapping
haven’t you heard of my team, with a red beam
and it’s c-cked, with a four pound that i’m packing
i make a heavyweighter drop stop and roll, trying to get away from the maab
n-ggas tripping, they think i’m sl!cking they -ss out of a job
and i know i’m too hard, so you n-ggas finna see
i’m a n-gga with att-tude, that these haters don’t wanna meet

[hook]

[scooby]
f-ck you, and the rest that hate
grit boys rep the h, got heat that’ll melt your face
you must got breath, to waste
f-ck that sh-t, my n-ggas trying to get some cake
hey, girt boys came to win
got the rap game, caving in
n-gga i ain’t your friend, scoob don’t know y’all n-ggas
so, he let the chamber spin
then, get back to my do’
get stacks from my hoe, b-tch crack on the low
i’m telling y’all n-ggas
any chit-chat, guns’ll blow whoa
oh, can’t forget b and trae
y’all n-ggas don’t need to play, might just bleed today
the maab in this b-tch, so drop to your knees and pray

[archie]
we know, none of y’all n-ggas want it with arch’
i’ll have the paramedics screaming, that they losing your heartbeat
cause d-mn, i’ve been waiting a long time
to show you c-ck sucker motherf-ckers, i work with this chrome nine
and f-ck 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, n-gga mj style
i’ll give you 42 shots, in one night
and yeah i let the mach spit, and make you
b-tch n-ggas back down for f-cking with arch, s.l.a.b. and grit b-tch

[lil b]
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 f-ck 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 n-gga gleam, better yet a n-gga shine
bled blocks for stocks, on the corners of grape vine
when you see a n-gga, chunk a deuce or move around
third coast finest, making you chumps lay it down

[jay’ton]
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 w-nkstas getting tossed
sw-nging 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 -ss 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 n-gga out of line, i’m wrecking him like a flow

- s l a b

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