Lil B, Warren G, Mike-D, S.L.A.B. - Plex lyrics

Hey what's happening, this Rick D baby
You ain't think we was gon
Let you motherfuckers rest huh
It's time to wake up baby
The assholes is here

I heard some niggas in the rap game
Hollin' out plex speaking on my name
Like they ass won't get wrecked
Letting they nuts hang
Cause I've been gone for a sec
Bitch nigga ass on, I'm about to bring plex

It's war
So I'm bout to get to spitting on bitches
I'll leave the weapon on the flo'
So I'm shitting on bitches
I heard some niggas wasn't able
To keep they tongue in they mouth
So I'm bout to put 'em in a lock
And drag they ass through the South


T-Ray and all them kids
Who be thinking they rich
Here go your second of the fame
But either way you a bitch
You got a problem and you know it
Ain't no stopping me dog
That go for each and every one of y'all
Who knocking me dog
Better check my stats ol' nigga
I could end your career
I'm ready for drama with your click
In any time of the year
All the way to 50 Cent and Banks
I ain't born today better check yourself
Everytime you speak a Asshole's name
And if the click side with ya
It don't really matter
I got a hundred and fifty assholes
That's killing the chatter
I promise we rawer
A hundred percent than most of these rappers
And please don't try me cause I'm bound
To make your bitch ass a factor

It's war, niggas better get they mind right
'Fore I aim my highlight
And fuck off ya eyesight
It's war, niggas better know the funk coming
'Fore I run up in your house
And duct tape your woman
64 slugs, dead in your car
Blucka boo-blucka, recognize who we are
We ghetto superstars
And y'all motherfuckers
Done took it too far
Recognize G's when we in your face
Put it down like it go
Ahead of the footrace
Corleone on the mash hoe

I'll take over your turf
And place real G's on it
Got a hot nine for sale
But don't nobody want it
I put three bodies on it
When I was tipping and flossing
Had to take another six month break
From filling up coffins
It's often that niggas get lost
For dipping in my sauce
You gotta pay the cost to the Boss
With the Nina Ross
Plex is when you fucking with Trae
And the SK
You got AK's and HK's, in your face all day
Bitch, war's with big niggas when the
Streets got plex wit ya
Can't let a certain type of nigga
Try to get next to ya
I put this sticking to ya
So nigga better gaurd they ribs

All this beef that you talking
You can squash the drama aBN done pulled up
It's time to start the trauma
Why these niggas running to they cars
To get they guns
Red beam and teflons, aiming at they lungs
Everybody ready for beef
Until the war pop off
We ain't playing down here
In the Dirty South
Niggas be getting slid, and put on they back
WG bring hats, making niggas back back

Niggas better duck quick
When the K start busting
Or South Klique get to rushing
Ain't no time for discussion
See I click quick bitch nigga
I'm ready for war
An asshole named Lil' B, is who I are
So you can strap your laces, and put 'em up
I got hands that'll drop niggas
Right where they stand up
Think I'm playing
Ask about that nigga that ran up
'Fore I dropped him
Boss was thumping them thangs
Up out the truck
What the fuck was you thinking
My click be reigning yelling
Slow Loud And Bangin'
Leaving bitch niggas stanking
Rich kids ain't banking
Trying to ride on guerillas
That'll bust and be shanking
I'm always riding with my cause
What the fuck you drinking

24 7 I be creeping, representing the South
Niggas think it's a game
Until I'm creeping with the sawed off
I hit a nigga with the K
And left his insides out
Nigga you know it's Jay'Ton
Bitch you know what I'm bout
I'm digging ditches for niggas
That's steady owing me riches
I keep it real with my niggas
It's money over them bitches
And I'm a Southwest nigga
Plus my click roll thick
I greet a nigga with the heat
And chunk his ass to my pit
And let genocide shake your ass down
Like a cat that's stray
Assholes we don't play
Repping blue over grey
You never seen a block jump
But it's gon jump today
You might as well call me Ike
From the way that I spray