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s.l.a.b. - plex lyrics

(-talking-)
hey what’s happening, this rick d baby
you ain’t think we was gon let you motherf-ckers rest huh
it’s time to wake up baby, the -ssh0l-s is here

[hook – 2x]
i heard some n-ggas in the rap game, hollin’ out plex
speaking on my name, like they -ss won’t get wrecked
letting they nuts hang, cause i’ve been gone for a sec
b-tch n-gga -ss on, i’m about to bring plex

[trae]
it’s war, so i’m bout to get to spitting on b-tches
i’ll leave the weapon on the flo’, so i’m sh-tting on b-tches
i heard some n-ggas wasn’t able, to keep they tongue in they mouth
so i’m bout to put ’em in a lock, and drag they -ss through the south
t-ray and all them kids, who be thinking they rich
here go your second of the fame, but either way you a b-tch
you got a problem and you know it, ain’t no stopping me dog
that go for each and every one of y’all, who knocking me dog
better check my stats ol’ n-gga, i could end your career
i’m ready for drama with your cl!ck, in any time of the year
all the way to 50 cent and banks, i ain’t born today
better check yourself, everytime you speak a -ssh0l-‘s name
and if the cl!ck side with ya, it don’t really matter
i got a hundred and fifty -ssh0l-s, that’s k!lling the chatter
i promise we rawer, a hundred percent than most of these rappers
and please don’t try me cause i’m bound to make your b-tch -ss a factor

[hook – 2x]

[mike d]
it’s war, n-ggas better get they mind right
‘fore i aim my highlight, and f-ck off ya eyesight
it’s war, n-ggas better know the funk coming
‘fore i run up in your house, and duct tape your woman
64 slugs, dead in your car
blucka-boo-blucka, recognize who we are
we ghetto superstars
and y’all motherf-ckers, done took it too far
recognize g’s when we in your face, put it down like it go
ahead of the footrace, corleone on the mash hoe

[boss]
i’ll take over your turf, and place real g’s on it
got a hot nine for sale, but don’t n0body want it
i put three bodies on it, when i was tipping and flossing
had to take another six month break, from filling up coffins
it’s often that n-ggas get lost, for dipping in my sauce
you gotta pay the cost to the boss, with the nina ross
plex is when you f-cking with trae, and the s.k
you got ak’s and hk’s, in your face all day
b-tch, war’s with big n-ggas when the streets got plex wit ya
can’t let a certain type of n-gga, try to get next to ya
i put this sticking to ya, so n-gga better gaurd they ribs
or i’m quick to pull a kickdo’, so just gaurd your cribs

[w.g.]
all this beef that you talking, you can squash the drama
a.b.n. done pulled up, it’s time to start the trauma
why these n-ggas running to they cars, to get they guns
red beam and teflons, aiming at they lungs
everybody ready for beef, until the war pop off
we ain’t playing down here, in the dirty south
n-ggas be getting slid, and put on they back
w.g. bring hats, making n-ggas back-back

[lil’ b]
n-ggas better duck quick, when the k start busting
or south klique get to rushing, ain’t no time for discussion
see i cl!ck quick b-tch n-gga, i’m ready for war
an -ssh0l- named lil’ b, is who i are
so you can strap your laces, and put ’em up
i got hands that’ll drop n-ggas, right where they stand up
think i’m playing, ask about that n-gga that ran up
‘fore i dropped him, boss was thumping them thangs up out the truck
what the f-ck was you thinking, my cl!ck be reigning yelling slow loud and bangin’
leaving b-tch n-ggas stanking, rich kids ain’t banking
trying to ride on guerillas, that’ll bust and be shanking
i’m always riding with my cause, what the f-ck you drinking

[hook – 2x]

[jay’ton]
24/7 i be creeping, representing the south
n-ggas think it’s a game, until i’m creeping with the sawed off
i hit a n-gga with the k, and left his insides out
n-gga you know it’s jay’ton, b-tch you know what i’m bout
i’m digging ditches for n-ggas, that’s steady owing me riches
i keep it real with my n-ggas, it’s money over them b-tches
and i’m a southwest n-gga, plus my cl!ck roll thick
i greet a n-gga with the heat, and chunk his -ss to my pit
and let genocide shake your -ss down, like a cat that’s stray
-ssh0l-s we don’t play, repping blue over grey
you never seen a block jump, but it’s gon jump today
you might as well call me ike, from the way that i spray

[hook – 2x]

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