S.L.A.B., Big Pup, 311, Mike-D - What You Gone Do lyrics

Bangin'
Niggas thought we was missing in action
But now we back in they face
Tell me what the fuck they gon do
Now that we

We bout to take off, so F what you heard
Because my side mirrors flap
Like a fucking bird
And for the fools we gon clock one
And we'll pop one
Cause my folk riding shot gun
With a shotgun

Tell me what you gon do
When, I'm coming for you

Who a nigga 17, that you know with a strap
It's Jay'Ton
Coming from the lower part of the map
Watch what you say bitch
Cause your phones is tapped
I'm riding in my Buick
Creeping with my heat in my lap
When you see me coming move
'fore you get ranned over can't you see
That the Down South is taking over
If you don't believe me bitch
I'ma have to smoke you
You gon be that next witness
Meeting up with Jehovah
Tell me what you gon do, when I grab my tool
And I cock that bitch back, fin to
(act a fool) so tell me what you gon do
When I swoop the block
And kick your do' with thugs, that'll
(act a fool)

You a chump ass nigga
That I really don't bar
That's why I'm grabbing a Mack
Letting off shots through your car
Who I are
Lil Beezie fa sheezie I leave em greasy
When you get out of line
I promise you gon have to see me believe me
I bust rounds until my clip is empty
You tell me fuck around and
Rush with a pitbull attitude, not friendly
You rookie, that's sweeter than a fresh
Odor spanked Ma cookie
Better duck before I bust
And leave you wetter than some hot pussy

Give a fuck, nigga
Pulling up slow-mo, ready to buck nigga
I'm out the rooftop let out duck nigga
Too late you got stuffed
That's what they get for playing with me
I don't give a fuck
Mike D Corleone, bitch I'm back home
Playing spot back
So nigga bring that shit on
That Glock your own, gon be hurting tonight
Hit it ghetto-burg yellow tape
Working tonight
I'm like good yay dog, if you serve it right
But don't play my nerves nigga
I'm the nervous type
I got a itchy itchy itchy
Itchy trigga finger
Let the K drop out, a hundred shots in you

Hit your block, in a black mask
On they ass, flipping in a Nova
Coming out, strapped up like a soldier
When I hit the lights, you know it's over
Ain't no drivebys, on you wise guys
On the low, coming and slide guys
In a Maab, labeled no guide lines
In all black, with no bean pies
Tell me what you gon do, when I'm coming
They be coming the rhythm, I ain't bumping
And I bob and I weave, and a left
And a right quick blow
Till your head be lumping
And it ain't, no Baretta
When I'm face to face, coming to get you
Hit you with Guerilla Maab
And that SLAB squad
With red dots, so we don't miss you

I'm so tired, of being humble (humble)
I'm fins to hit your block
In that Matchbox black Hummer
Hit the lock, and let it rumble
(let it rumble)
'Fore it's missiles twist and turn
Plus them hoes tumble
Hold the rock, we never fumble (never fumble)
When it hit
You feel the burn scream and just mumble
It's S-Dub Vaulters (Vaulters)
Walking around
With two toasters on the holsters
And if it's drama, I'm the closest
(I'm the closest)
Don't need to invite us, bitch we the hostess
It's Dub-V and SLAB (SLAB)
Somebody call Sound Scan
Cause these tracks getting SLAB-ed

Y'all already know, we the cream of the crop
Whatever bitch that's throwing his gums
Then that's the bitch we gon drop
We keeping it hotter than a sauna
Your whole click fin to get rolled over
Like a stick of dro when I blow you
Left-right uppercut when I fold you
S-L-A-B repping
Betting none of you niggas can
Come and bump with it
Holding it down throughout H Town
All the way back to Tex-City
3 let it get loose again
SLAB hitting hoes choosing and
Running these old turtle ass niggas
Back up in they shells again
We bout to blow you to the table
Crush the tension
We done had enough of the small talk
And enough lip from you bitches
So keep your smiles and kisses
Friendly shit out that bitches
I'm the type of nigga that'll
Turn a so-called gangsta, back religious

Here I come, coming to get you
You niggas don't get the picture
Till 40 rounds come hit you
I'm the hard nigga
In this bitch with Maab niggas
And we disregard niggas
Cause we taking charge nigga
You was running your mouth uh, now that's gon
Make a nigga run in your house
And put the gun in your mouth
I see the fear in your eyes, bitch
If I so much as see a tear in your eyes
I'm gon materialize you better realize
Me and my niggas we be Guerillas
Some go-getters
So if I want you I'ma go get you
I'm bout to go nigga, nothing else matter
When the 40 hit your brain
Won't nothing else splatter