S.L.A.B., Lil B, J-Doe, Yung Redd, Z-Ro - The South lyrics

Yeah we back nigga, SLAB
Slow Loud And Bangin' mayn, Yung Redd
My nigga Trae yeah
I'm just saying though mayn
Still the money making money, grind
Still out here, in this rap game
You niggas days is out
You know I'm tal'n bout
I'm just addressing the situation
Know I'm saying for y'all ain't know
It is plex nigga what's up

I been through every hood
I stood on every block
But welcome to the South
Partna what they talking bout
Hustled on every spot, my wheels never stop
So welcome to the South
Partna what they talking bout
I been through every hood
I stood on every block
So welcome to the South
Partna what they talking bout
Hustled on every spot, my wheels never stop
21 gun salute, and we clear the parking lot

It's the corner that's where I stay
A concrete jungle but it's where I play
With a second to die but a minute to pray
When you in H Town watch what you say
South Coast on down to MLK
Lot of motherfuckers die everyday all day
Better walk right planning on
Walking our way, then you better have a
Conversation with the AK
Nigga fuck foreign these niggas don't play
Gangsta type niggas like Boss and Trae
Lil B and Redd gon empty that lead
Don't matter if it's night time
Or in broad day
Rolling in a mission coming down Broadway
Bout to dump on a chump 17 the hard way
Out of respect we don't trip
On the Lord's day
But anyday could be go to war day
We got Crips and Bloods and
Clips and drugs and
Sheisty ass niggas that'll rob they cousins
And punk police that be spitting no peace
Acting like hoes all I
Know'll cock they dozens
So I ride on niggas and disquise on niggas
But always keep my eyes on niggas
I don't wanna have to pull a five on niggas
Bet the motherfuckers it'll be
A crime won't it

You could say I'm on that Kay Slay shit
I'm a motherfucking drama king
I ain't gotta sing
Bout all them guns that I'ma bring
So it seems, you niggas it's Halloween
No gangstas just masks
I don't know them Clover G's naw
If you thinking I'm slipping then try
Sleep with them heaters beside me
Me and them killas is riding, uh huh
Toss what you think I mean
7-1-3 is the name of my team
This ain't a game them nines'll bang
It'll rain and split your frame
Yung Redd, is still the best kept secret
You so far from the hood
This beef shit is your weakness yeah
Give respect, where respect due
Fuck what the rest do
Sucka Free I move with select few

It's drama in any kind of whether
You better duck 'fore the heat come get ya
Everybody suspect so we gon load the Mack up
With some'ing that'll burn when it hit ya
Bitch I'ma get ya
And it ain't no way you niggas
Fin to come cross my set
Assholes coming out of mother nature
With hands that's known to wreck
Fucking with my slab and I'm known to plex
Pop my trunk and I cause a mess
Four 15's and a bitch on top of the grill
I might put your shit to rest
By the way that I tip my slab
Jelly slab when I flip my AVE
Whether South gon connect with the West
With nothing less then wood wheel I grab
You say you thoed but don't make me laugh
Bitch we been raw on the mic
Y'all had y'all second of fame to
Try to run the game
But now we bout to go on and take flight
I'm a SK G and a leader of the wolfpack
So I'm about to get the hood back
Right where we started yep now
We got the hood back
So these niggas wanna pull back
Just like I thought you niggas
Ain't built for this
The type of shit you on
You get killed for this
And that's gangsta I put it on my click
So niggas don't get fooled you
Ain't real with this

These niggas know they good
To get dropped in the hood
Let's get it understood
I floss with Boss and grip wood
Four deep and corner to corner
And every city to city
I bleed blocks with rocks
Showing 'em no pity i'm still that nigga
That ride or die for the Southside
You get to tripping
This wood gon ripping your mouth wide
Open and scoping, poking 'em in your brain
Yelling out ABN south Klique
Cause that's the gang
Nigga I got killas from Acre Shakers
To the South West
Sunnyside 3rd Ward, niggas'll rip your chest
Plus I got Ridgemont 4, Mo City killas
Riding for Lil B
Better go get your guerillas

You ride around, on your little ass dubs
With your little ass thugs
With your little ass mugs
With your lil' bitty guns
With your lil' bitty slugs
It's J-Doe S-Dub-V, you heard of us
When I jump on the track
With SLAB i'm murderers
Since Trae got my name hot, now they curious
But, I've been on the block
And niggas wasn't feeling us
Ever since we pulled a three out
They see we serious
And I keep that thang with me
Like my nigga Boss bang bang
Down South nigga
Sitting on 4's and we swang-swang
Down a pint smoke some dro
And still try to maintain
Born to see the the mood of Houston now
About to do my thang

Pick up ya pace better pick up ya face
Boss in the house bout to stick up the place
Let the Glock go hick-up in ya face
Nigga when the Maab step up in the place
Niggas trying to get paid from fifty states
Niggas got pack for sales off the scale
You try to stop a nigga dope sale
Post my licks up in the hotel
Got a few fiends I know that won't tell
Trying to sit low with stacks of mo' mail
Sco' by the barrell and green by the bail
Cool and the cut no time for no gel
Fresh bandanas Chuck's and pig tails
Trying to find me a new trip we can bail
Gotta get paid with no time to fail
Gotta flip another double whole sale