Big Hawk, S.L.A.B., Big Dex, Kee Money - We Gon Make It lyrics

H-A-Dub-K, Lil B, yeah we gon make it
We gon make it, we gon make it

They see me stepping out thoed
Guerilla Maab type thug representing for
The side I love
Southside and it ain't gon change
Niggas like us gon change the game
With street fame living untamed
In a wide frame drop fin to swang and bang
If a nigga don't know better peep the game
SUC we running thangs
Finna smash me a nigga
I'm a young gun nigga by the name of Trae
Wrecking this track with H-A W-K
From the Dead End to the west of Fewquay
Blue on grey is what I'm riding mayn
I'm that Southside type stunner
On these blocks I be a runner
For the plex call me a gunner
Guerilla Maab representative
Four 12's in Sedan DeVille
We gon make it that's for real
Crank it up while I work my grill
Tilt on a lane and I'm setting it off
See me and my click can't take a loss
Me and Lil B gon break it off
S-L-A-B be wilding out

I'm setting it off
In a wide body six hund'
With C-Dub and the Mon
Bringing terror like Big Pun
My squad's the bomb
It's play time but never fun
Making bitch niggas run
Faster than Michael John'
Hit like Paul Manson
Stacking funds with bigger guns
My squad we hundred proof
Hauling ass on the loot
Compressed to stay true
From Dead End to the Boot
Snitch niggas to me elite
Strapped with plenty heat
Mo' bricks than concrete
Watch my lungs release
When I'm puffing on do do
My cheddar like Velveeta
Make you give me some mo', uh ohhhhhh
I'm a thug nigga, uh ohhhhhh
Bending corners on dubs nigga
Now do you love nigga
How Kee Money get down, whoa now fo' life
We repping this H Town, feel me now
CEO of Pay Time, and I gotta hold it down
Staying on my grind, I want mine baby

Dead in a line
I got juveniles on the front line
Spitting venom, like reptiles
Locking like grip pliers, we worldwide
Gilla Southside like cell flies
You can't jump us like barbwire
Or cross us like vogue tires, they catch time
Haters get eternally baptized
A thugged out Gomer Pile
I'll walk through a crossfire
Fuck a nine to five
I'm pushing birds that don't fly
Capping fool's my appetite
Overloading my goldmine
This twelfth round bitch
We hot like bonfires, slaves call me siar
I'm the rap game umpire
Spitting lyrical fire the world is ours
Cracking it like a egg and
Nigga we gon make it

We gon, make it
We gon make it, we gon make it

We gon make it, or take it
Rock it up and shake it
Whip it up and bake it
So the laws can't take it
I barred all the trouble
Cruise through the struggle
Use Arm-N-Hammer and water
To see my digit's double
Live lavish and bubble
With the money I made
And now that I'm paid these niggas hate
I'ma rain on they parade
For roaches I use Raid
Or bring the army brigade
Clean em out like Cascade
Or put a hole in your fade
Ever since the first grade
I been a man on a mission
But no one would listen
And now I get all the attention
Nigga stop penny pinching
Get the fuck out my way
While I change the game
Like Sigel and J, nigga what

I'll never follow I'm a baller, U-Hauler
Prowler on the scene, fog eyes looking mean
DVD's with a monitor screen
My team is gonna make it
Don't hate it take a ounce
And break it on up, sip syrup out my cup
On buck not giving a fuck
So what you hoes can move around
Take it out on the South we from H Town
With a big gun case it's round for round
We gon bust and bust till they all fall down
It's like that lil B gon bring hats
SLAB soldiers on every track
My nigga we did that
Step back with all that hating
And faking we riding 4's
Now days the boulevard
We skate, and pussy hole penetrating
Leaving all hoes aching
Because we gon make it