Lyrics:
[Talking]
Yo, it's T2 and S.L.A.B
It's a remix, yes sir
[Trae]
They say that I'm not wrecking, I'm about to teach 'em a lesson
How niggaz get
ears to list
Nigga P where you headed it's time to pass kids
(What's the kids be doin' yo)
Kickin' rhymes that's true lies
Let me break 'em down
ended him, silenced
Call up my niggas, I'm working till two
Told them slide by I'm fresh out the stu
The beat so hard, I turned burgundy blue
They said I
straight
Only money moves in here, you can see it in my face
But you better think twice on the shit you 'bout to say
Cuz I never hesitate to slap a nigga
The following movie is rated NC7teen
What would you do for a couple lil' dollars
Would you make a lil' nigga go out and bleed
I lost myself inside
They like you got what I need
I be like yeah
Slap that money in my hand
Shouldn’t have to explain what you already understand
They be like
bag these rap niggas don't trap nigga
They act nigga i dare niggas i'll slap niggas Woooo!
I'll Ric Flair niggas
You wanna be in the circle knowing damn
saying they wanna rhyme
You can always tell white niggaz by the clothes that they wear
I bitch slap the niggaz tie em' up in a chair
Don't gives a fuck if
and Justice For All
(So fuck y'all, so fuck y'all niggas)
Yo, yo hard to grapple
I raise the sharp scalpel
Technique slaps you
Invasion body snatch you money
(DTB, that's a slap)
Stepped in the booth
I just poured out the brick
I can get it out a ho and
I can get it out a bitch
Real street nigga, send
Like nine cans of shaving powder, that's funky
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man
tales
Bumpin' in the zoney, pimpin' tenderonis
Blueberry blunt wrapped with a rick rock slap
Like Busta Rhymes, make they gun booty cheek clap
Stop by
All my niggas bout that action, quit that yappin' 'fore I slap 'em
We got .30s in them Rugers, how my shooters get to clappin'
And we don't got no
ass nigga, you a bozo
Countin' this money by the boatload
Last thing I need is a broke hoe
Look inside the foreign, all white just like the Pope
Woptober, Wop
Finally, huh, this the finale, yeah
Huh, it's Gucci, go
These slides are Buscemi
My drawers and wifebeaters Givenchy
A nigga so
that cash
Now his cash gone
Send a bitch to the doc
To slap a ass on
Bygones can't be bygones
Please don't try none
All we do it by guns
Pray soul live
Shall not hate, shall not say hate
Scar me can't take it away
Slap away yo hand when I make it great
Man I seen a lot
On God been through hella shit
You ain't trying to hot box with me, I swing hard liquor
Going down by the second round, all hail the underground
How that sound? Xzibit backing
rapping in my jeans
Get jiggy, puzzled by what he saw
I got an A in theatre
But I still dont play
A young nigga balling
Quick to pull the trigger trae
I got
You don't know me
You gon by the end of that beat
Shit slap no cap
Under wraps that's facts
Don't trap just rap
Rather count these racks
Big bills shit
Coolin on the block, and I'm chilling
I'm just by my lonely
Nigga play he popped, say he with it
Man these niggas toney
Tino thats my nigga, right
looks'll get your face sterilized
By a clean slap
Next step, pull the mean MAC
Nigga I mean that
Supreme rap, Dillinger speaks
Killers in reach rock my chain
he feeling himself
Needa put that lil boy on a shelf
Talking all that shit through someone else
Nigga tripping go play with yourself
Oh by the way that
on my waist
Nigga get out of pocket
I'ma put you back in your place
Spent 20 on a chain, I made it back
So I'm straight
Now I can throw that 20 back in
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