Lyrics:

Hear ye, hear ye, come one, come all
A nigga talking down on the Maab, bound to fall
Know what I'm saying? Z-Ro the Crooked
Representing S.U.C., 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We the future of the funk, you punks is outdated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 for?
But since my shit's selling, you could never ruin me hoe
Twenty-five 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 97.9, 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
'Til they gone, they been hating us for way too long
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
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 S.L.A.B
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 S.L.A.B
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 what 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 seventeen hundred to the dome
So you know you gon' be gone, you know I'm saying?
Fred get your bread, Trae pass that motherfucking K
And let's roll, I'ma continue to blow dro and we out this bitch