S.L.A.B. (Slow Loud and Bangin')
Got Mine
(feat. Trae, Archie Lee, Jay'Ton, Pimp Skinny, Big Bee, T)
S.L.A.B., yeah..
[Hook x2]
Why they wanna hate a G, and steady talking down
It don't matter, cause I'm still gon get mine
Now I'm on top of my game, and so I gotta shine
For the hood, cause I got out and got mine
[Archie Lee]
That nigga Archie Lee, gon get his cash regardless
You can hate on a playa, but you still the fraudest
Nigga I paid dues, to get this cash
It ain't fall out the sky, in no Giftwrap bag
Shit, I use to have them Ziplock bags
Full of O.Z.'s from whole ki's, I flipped that fast
I hit the block with that hard balling, pitch that crack
Now I'm in it straight winning, don't forget that black
Ask my nigga Knock-Knock, he can vouch for that
We move bricks on ships, for you nonbelievers
At the end of the day, we stay focused homie
Better hating from a distance, I got my toaster on me come on
[Jay'Ton]
It's the Jay'Ton, I steady be dropping bombs
On niggaz that be hating me, cause I'm setting off alarms
Through the lot, working the block until it's hot
Then I burn off to that next spot, with the trunk popped
On a hater who ain't heard of a G, S-L-A-B
Across my glass, so they know who I be
I tell these nothing-ass hoes, I'm a P-I-M-P
And I got the magic stick, and it ain't for free bitch
[Pimp Skinny]
Bust for mine, represent it everytime
And bump a nigga off, if he get out of line
Drop it on a dime, it's my reason for a rhyme
Nothing but the G shit, till I'm laying in the ground
Me and my click gon show spine, stuck on the grind
Pimp Skinny that's fa sho, you niggaz already know
1-9-7-4, break a bitch break a hoe
Do it like it G-O, so quit hating on S.L.A.B. hoe
[Big Bee]
It's the Woss Ness representer, they gotta check these broads
They knock me, cause I'm a ghetto star
I'm talking bout these bullshit niggaz, smile in your face
Talk behind your back niggaz, I'ma keep mashing niggaz
It give you hoes, something to talk about
Like how Big Bee, staying with S.L.A.B
And stay hot with Lil Head, that stand 4'3
With connections with Trae and Dougie D, to collect the currency
[Hook x2]
[Trae]
When I was broke in the game, I know these haters would diss me
Now I'm pulling up in a bumper slab, that make boppers wanna kiss me
These niggaz ain't got no love for a G, when I was showing it back
Now I'm on a mission in a Buick, and ain't got no time to look back
They really don't wanna see me doing good, but now I be representing for the hood
Stepping out like Trae a superstar, and these niggaz be wishing that they could
Be like a Southside, Slow Loud And Bangin' underground
Flipping seven figgas out of the Maab, ready for any contender
[Lil C]
Pay close attention to me, I'll tell you what you need to know
From extracts to snow, I'll show you how to get this do'
First thang, i
S.L.A.B., yeah..
[Hook x2]
Why they wanna hate a G, and steady talking down
It don't matter, cause I'm still gon get mine
Now I'm on top of my game, and so I gotta shine
For the hood, cause I got out and got mine
[Archie Lee]
That nigga Archie Lee, gon get his cash regardless
You can hate on a playa, but you still the fraudest
Nigga I paid dues, to get this cash
It ain't fall out the sky, in no Giftwrap bag
Shit, I use to have them Ziplock bags
Full of O.Z.'s from whole ki's, I flipped that fast
I hit the block with that hard balling, pitch that crack
Now I'm in it straight winning, don't forget that black
Ask my nigga Knock-Knock, he can vouch for that
We move bricks on ships, for you nonbelievers
At the end of the day, we stay focused homie
Better hating from a distance, I got my toaster on me come on
[Jay'Ton]
It's the Jay'Ton, I steady be dropping bombs
On niggaz that be hating me, cause I'm setting off alarms
Through the lot, working the block until it's hot
Then I burn off to that next spot, with the trunk popped
On a hater who ain't heard of a G, S-L-A-B
Across my glass, so they know who I be
I tell these nothing-ass hoes, I'm a P-I-M-P
And I got the magic stick, and it ain't for free bitch
[Pimp Skinny]
Bust for mine, represent it everytime
And bump a nigga off, if he get out of line
Drop it on a dime, it's my reason for a rhyme
Nothing but the G shit, till I'm laying in the ground
Me and my click gon show spine, stuck on the grind
Pimp Skinny that's fa sho, you niggaz already know
1-9-7-4, break a bitch break a hoe
Do it like it G-O, so quit hating on S.L.A.B. hoe
[Big Bee]
It's the Woss Ness representer, they gotta check these broads
They knock me, cause I'm a ghetto star
I'm talking bout these bullshit niggaz, smile in your face
Talk behind your back niggaz, I'ma keep mashing niggaz
It give you hoes, something to talk about
Like how Big Bee, staying with S.L.A.B
And stay hot with Lil Head, that stand 4'3
With connections with Trae and Dougie D, to collect the currency
[Hook x2]
[Trae]
When I was broke in the game, I know these haters would diss me
Now I'm pulling up in a bumper slab, that make boppers wanna kiss me
These niggaz ain't got no love for a G, when I was showing it back
Now I'm on a mission in a Buick, and ain't got no time to look back
They really don't wanna see me doing good, but now I be representing for the hood
Stepping out like Trae a superstar, and these niggaz be wishing that they could
Be like a Southside, Slow Loud And Bangin' underground
Flipping seven figgas out of the Maab, ready for any contender
[Lil C]
Pay close attention to me, I'll tell you what you need to know
From extracts to snow, I'll show you how to get this do'
First thang, i