Trae Tha Truth, Z-Ro, Jay’Ton - Long Time (2006) lyrics

Here ye here ye, come one come all
An nigga talking down on the Maab
Bound to fall
Know I'm saying, Z-Ro the Crooked
Representing SUC
Got my nigga Fred in this bitch
My nigga Trae in this bitch
And we don't give
A damn about you, that's why we fin to ride

I bet these boys, out here better recognize
My team, Guerilla Maab until it's over
Running bitch niggas over
Beaming a Glock like I'm a soldier
Ready for war who that hating on Trae
And knowing they trash
Throwing they ass up out my face
If they think of blocking my cash
Mo' rocks than Damon Dash
Independently I'm a threat aKA a vet
And spraying them niggas until they wet


I ain't finished yet I'm a G
And I'm finishing what I started
Half of these niggas out
Here be spitting bullshit
Like they retarded disregarded never
I'm better than the rest of the game
You lame better read my chain
M double A-B be running thangs
With my kin folk Ro dog, and the L dog
Everytime let me tell y'all
We thoed I'ma swell y'all

Well swell em up then
Fuck these old PH bastard ass niggas
Talking down on us
Bet y'all can't walk down on us
Nigga we strapped automatics
Semi's and fully's

This one is dedicated
To them niggas that hate it
It's been a long time
But we finally made it
We the realest of the real
And we can never be faded
It's been a long time
But we finally made it
We the future of the funk
You punks is outdated
It's been a long time
But we finally made it
Breaking laws and jaws
Cause you bitches is overrated
It's been a long time
But we finally made it

Presidential got a problem
With me making my cash
Trying to starve a nigga out
And have me flat on my ass
One hundred and sixty thousand
What they suing me fo'
But since my shit's selling
You could never ruin me hoe
25 hours a day, I be packing that lead
Chasing paper so me and Fred
Steady stacking our bread
I understand that you bullshit niggas
Done flip-flopped
Trying to hold on to a nigga
Hitching a ride to the top
(and 979) , the biggest hoes I know
Now Walter D is my nigga
The rest of em be hating Ro
What do you know
Why these niggas all up in my face
Back back I'm about two seconds
From catching a case
When I walk up in the club
They act like they don't see me
Nervous in my presence
Praying that Z-Ro will take it easy
I'ma take it hard
While I'm killing em softly till they gone
They been hating us for way too long

Slow Loud And Bangin in they face
And niggas acting like hoes
I think it's cause we never went
When we be spitting out flows
Got cash I'm sick with it
I spit it cause I'm a G
It's the Jay'Ton, repping SLAB
With Ro Dog and Trae, my flag be doing great
Undisputed like weight
When I'm upper cutting in your face
Body blows and jabs
For niggas hating on SLAB
You come with that bullshit
Guaranteed I'm beating your ass
It been a long time, and we finally made it
Hopped the slab off the AVE
And I finally sprayed it
No more slanging on the block
Cause the block got raided
Like the point on the dice
I can never be faded

Yeah, we ain't gon blow it though
You know we got this hoe
Ass devil on our back
On our motherfucking ass
That nigga can't face up
With a real nigga though, know I'm saying
Nigga know he talk shit, so I be spitting
All motherfucking day long
But it's still God first though
This whole ass world got me this way
You know I'm saying
Bout paper, this motherfucking K
Motherfucking Tre-8
This 4-5, 4-4, shit it goes on and on and on
Talking down on us nigga
You getting 17 hundred to the dome
So I know u gon be gone, you know I'm saying
Fred get your bread
Trae pass that motherfucking K