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s.l.a.b. - niggas in tha game كلمات الأغنية

(-gun shots-)

(-talking-)
s.l.a.b., slow, loud and bangin’
some real sh-t, ha-ha
you missed me, motherf-cker
many men (c. ward), many many many many men
wanna be like me, but they can’t f-ck with the m.o.b
it’s c. w-a-r to the d

[chris ward]
it’s hard to see, i’m hard to be
hey you um fraud to me, and that’s fraud as can be
and i don’t care for no apology, f-ck you and your bribery
you should of knew that from the get go, i’ll set up a robbery
i’ll have your home hit, leave your dome split
leave your vest and chest a mess, once the 4-4 chrome spit
n-ggas beefing with me, like they got a bone to pick
well holla at me i’ll be in the hood, me and my yellowstone cl!ck

[lil’ o]
my enemies can’t even fathom, what i think in my mind
cause if they saw what i saw, they would sleep with they nine
see lil’ o’s like a gorilla, in the heat and combined
you disappear, just for speaking on mine it’s not a game
so let’s put it in the open, i’m addressing the issue
you cry babies, let me get you some tissue
i’m 30 seconds from getting the pistol hopping out, letting you grissle
i told you suckers that my weapon will whistle, for disrespecting a pitbull
but i’m so fly, i could p-ss on a missle
so if you plexing b-tch make it official, i’ll two way you right back
like ha sucker, i’m coming to get you
and if they catch me n-gga, f-ck the judicial

[skrilla]
as long as there’s blood in my veins, and air in my lungs
i’ma be stuck in this game, and weighing a gun
i hold my head to the sky, as i blink at the clouds
then hit the roof, and get to thinking out loud
what you know about choking on stones, or rubbing up zones
or disconnecting dizzy broads, before for to your phone
on in the kitchen broad b-tching, bout the odor is strong
you cook it slow and hit the do’, before she notice you gone
i’m holding my own, it ain’t nothing above me
go toe to toe with a track, until my knuckles are bl–dy
it’s a must i get ugly, if you mess with my nuts
full speed when i bleed, mashing the pedal for thrust
got my mind made up, to keep the crime rate up
laws struggle steady hoping, that my rhymes pay up
as long as the water is hot, and the dishes are clean
my position’s in the kitchen, dog i’m living my dream

[hook]
n-ggas in the game, wanna act like we not a g
but i done told em, ain’t no f-cking with s.l.a.b
and if they do, they gon be next to be resting in peace
cause ain’t no way you haters, taking my life away
that’s why we quick to cl!ck on n-ggas, that’s bumping with us
it’s ride or die, and i’ll be sure that you riding with us
slow, loud and bangin’ on them n-ggas, we c-ck and we bust
and if they run up with that nothing, they fin to get rushed

(-talking-)
these b-tches gotta go, i ain’t playing no games
this time around, put that on my life
take every single one of you, hoe -ss n-ggas out

[trae]
these issues i’m living, got me losing focus but i keep my cool
straight up i got my mind made up, i don’t wanna be six feet laid up
but it seem to keep testing my patience, barely missing they death
and soon to be, they gon be touched and that be quiet as kept
my mind frame in another world, and it don’t plan to come back
and the day it come back, my enemies fin to be under attack
this life i’m living ain’t no joke, so i ain’t fin to play no games
i got a perfect aim for these cats, so they can feel my pain
that’s why i grind full time, one life to live to get mine
so i’m full speed to the job, until it’s time to lay it down
and to them cats that sent a slug, right through the side of my car
it ain’t over you got it coming in the war, i don’t bar

[jay’ton]
these n-ggas fake they act like cakes, just like some hoes
their the type of n-ggas, that don’t really last that long
that’s why my nine on my side, when i’m ready to ride
i walk around with my head high, with nothing but pride
cause i’m a thug -ss n-gga, busting at snitch n-ggas
i’ma be a grave digger, for n-ggas hating my figgas
my enemies gotta go, they better duck when i’m coming
my mission is to eliminate haters, when i be rushing

[lil b]
you n-ggas can run but you can’t hide, i’ma leave your chest open
within fifty feet is my range, infrared beams scoping
choking you haters, that’s trying to hate on a g
lil b i’m still that n-gga, that’ll rep s.l.a. to the b
wanna plex then grab your gun, we known to keep a n-gga on the run
leave em stunned wet and done, just like a fresh hot cinna-bun
say playboy these streets talk, don’t make me have to come to your house
break you off when the glock cough, slow, loud and bangin’ won’t take a loss

(-talking-)
old hoe -ss n-gga, f-ck around
and run up in your motherf-cking house
and duct tape your spies n-gga, put one
in your motherf-cking brain
talking down on the name, n-gga

[hook]

- s l a b

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