Lil B, Trae Tha Truth, Z-Ro, W.G., Reggo - SK lyrics

I'm in the parking lot, with my AK
Fin to be retaliation, today
I got the hammer cocked back
And I'm finna spray
Murder me a nigga, if he ain't claiming SK

Misery City's finest
And I don't give a fuck about nothing
But smoking on that dro and getting bucks
I love nothing and slug something
If something is illing
I got something that'll make something
Act right and stop tripping
I'm a gangsta, but I ain't flagging today
Cause some of my own niggas
Been plotting to blow me away
So I'ma go outside, pop the trunk
And run up in they houses
With my one and I'ma dump
And make they whole family
Hit the god damn flo'
And put the rest of they people
In black on front rows
You might not like the way
I refer to a homicide
But it was head busting
Ten out of ten I gotta survive i be rolling
With my motherfucking strap on the side of me
Can't fuck with the South, K-L-IQ-U-E
M double A-B, S-L-A-B
The Don of Mo City, and Donny B

It's automatic we pistol gripping
You niggas ain't getting from me
I dump on a chump
And have me singing this for they homie
We SLAB slow Loud And Bangin
SK like everyday
This here for the block niggas
And my dogs that's locked away
Donny, these niggas bout to see
What I'm talking bout
Set tripping, and watch how fast
I clear out the parking lot twin towers
Now watch how I devour these cowards
Have me ducking like Howard
Now these niggas peeping my power
Don't you try to be cool with me now
I done peeped your type
Get caught up in a hype
Until a nigga ready to fight
But I got something for you
Let me introduce you to Trae
If you ain't ready
You gon see me on the block
With a K ya punk bitch

SK representer, putting it all on the table
Peeping these video thugs
The one that's stuck on cable
Walk through a public place
And I see nothing but thug models
Wearing throwback jerseys or pink
Trying to follow real recognize real
Well I'm peeping the fake
Won't pull no kind of trigga
Ain't moving nobody's weight
I never do it be of they closed
Or make a nigga feel hard all up in my face
(what's up B) , you niggas still fraud
That's why I roll
With G-Maab Entertain' mayn
SLAB known to swang
Leaving one in your brain mayn
I'm still the same
On the hunt for some change mayn
Killing parade niggas
That ain't repping the name
It's South Klique nigga

Niggas running up, talking this and that
Until I pull out the gauge
And bust you in your back
Claiming SK nigga, better be for real
Before I break your ass down
Like a handlebar pill
I ain't tripping with your set nigga
I'm repping mine
I'm in the parking lot of Max
Nigga it's going down
About to whoop a nigga ass
Have his brains hanging
Got a five deuce nigga, that love to bang
Much love to my nigga, named Baby James
Can't rep the set
And I ain't saying no names
Real recognize real, and that's how that go
See me flamed up, at a sold out SLAB show

Macks and K's, cutting chopping these niggas
These snitches I drop em
And then I blast goodbye to you bitches
Man so chill
Niggas don't wanna test the South sign side
Murder me a motherfucker
And just hop in my ride
So nine times out of ten
Niggas respect who it be
On T-H-C, really though busting my B-I T
C-H motherfucker
You better get ready for war
Quit acting like a lil' kid
You's a grown man boy real shit is real
Nigga I'ma see you face to face
Aggravated with a black bag
And a 4-4 in your face
Sore thumb poking out
Yeah nigga it's me in the flesh
Southwest when I fuck you nigga
I've got plex I've got plex