Big, S.L.A.B., A.B., Jut, Dyno - We To Real lyrics

SLAB, Slow Loud And Bangin know I'm saying
Texas style nigga feel that mayn
It's going down down here mayn
Pulling out everything mayn, chrome nigga

On the cool, I know a lot of niggas hating us
But we too real
To let a nigga come and fuck with us
On the cool, I know a lot of niggas hating us
Fucking with Slow Loud And Bangin
And you'll be in the dust

It's a known fact I
Got a mouthpiece contaminated
Niggas hate it knowing they can't fade it
Innovated by most of the real
Niggas on these streets, so we gon make it
You taking it oh no never
Too clever and I got em in debter
Your t-shirt is finna get wetter
On the mic it don't get no better
For Screw I'm finna mash the gas
Passing niggas up moving slow
Nigga don't know I can't take no mo'
Running up on me you finna hit the flo'
From Trae to Lil B, J-A T
Dougie D and AB and Jay'Ton
Be street niggas with a heart
You should of heard of me from the start
But my time coming up
Better peep my game and learn something
Before your body's we be dumping
That's on my life and I ain't bumping
On blue over grey swanger on 4's
Running over foes
Letting out ten shots with a calico
Just so a nigga don't want no mo'
Southside Texas forever
Representative in they face
Paper chasing on a steady pace
So block bleeding is my case
And I'm gon smash that
Trying to get my last stack
And if you live that
Nigga you gon feel that black

Man you niggas, don't even understand
Fucking with us, have a scientific plan
Don't hate the playa
Hate the motherfucking game
You niggas mad, cause you can't do the same
We work hard, for the things that we do
Niggas unlike you, we steady paying our dues
We creeping and crawling
Your city getting riches
Posters and cards, and money over bitches

I'm a nigga that struggle and hustle
My pockets must gain a muscle
These bitch ass niggas I tussle
And then break em up like a puzzle
They bubble up and then bust
Steady put they ass in a hearse
I'm a young ass nigga that's cursed
With the life of a thug walking on turf
Lord have mercy these niggas gon bleed
Cause Lil B gon give em what they need
S-L-A to the motherfucking B
We gon ride out till we D-IE
Do you see you gon get ranned over
Fucking around with a Southside SLAB soldier
We the realest and I done already told ya
Stealing the name when you
Know that we colder
Yes the rap game we gon take over
Ready to go just like a V-12 motor
Like a flip phone we might just fold ya
Last one standing now nigga who's bolder
And colder in the game what's the name
You better peep that nigga
Slow Loud And Bangin
Won't ever change cause we hog the lane
Running through all tracks still
Gripping the grain

Niggas hate to see me turning on they corner
Blowing marijuana
Paint red California, now candy green iguana
Valeted at Daytona
It be screens in my shutter
Smushing butter kush
And sipping drank out a funnel
Riding glass on a Caddy
Deuce-deuces on a Navi
Honk my horn watching porn
And see which ethnic I'll snatch me
Half black and Puerto pachi
Hoes be on my balls soft X in they life
Just to tighten they jaws
Silent beam on the Glock
Making all punks pause
P-A Benz with no top, got em saying aw naw
S dot W dot, gorilla nigga all out
To kill a nigga
Spit a verse and peel a nigga