- Votes:
K.G.B. - Gimmie the Mic lyrics
(*talking*)
 Yo, it's T2 and S.L.A.B
 It's a remix, yes sir
 [Trae]
 They say that I'm not wrecking, I'm about to teach 'em a lesson
 How niggaz get fucked over, when stepping off in my section
 More graphic than X-Box, on Fox
 With a red fox with red socks, and tank tops
 Fucking with a fat bop, thoed huh the way I throw my shit together
 On static, fanatic leather Gucci defining my letters
 I'm bad like P. Diddy, on rapper spitting it shitty
 In any city I'm gritty like the state, how you feeling
 Now really, who you think gon be fucking around with that Trae
 With my screens lit, swanging and banging on MLK
 In a fo' do', tipping with Shae and the BJ
 It's the G way, living it up in the SK
 While bitches be on my dick, like a rubber that's blocking sperm
 They gon learn, I can make it till where they wet as a sherm
 My game straight as a perm, they never gon see it coming
 Unless I be in a dropper, with the trunk flying bumping
 [Lil B]
 Give me the mic, and I bet you I go hard
 When you plexing in Texas, I be pulling your hoe card
 In the booth or in the Coupe
 It really don't matter, we hitting hard like May Moop
 While niggaz be bragging, about the diamonds on they tooth
 These underground punks, putting out trash that's the truth
 On for do-lo on low-low's, I stay up
 Doing cats like Petey Pablo, we making 'em raise up
 Think of jacking if you want me, it's best that you pay up
 B'der smoking bullets sparking, I'm choking you haters (haters)
 Play us if you think that you can, without a plan
 Take a stand, watch I make a motherfucker say man
 Can't stand how I'm wrecking a G, I'm Lil B
 Ride or die for my people, S-L-A-B
 The family who be dropping the bombs, leaving 'em stunned
 Rocking steady for jelly, like Nelly we're number one
 [Dougie D]
 Who's stacking shit my nigga, give me the mic I bleed it
 Pulverize it annihilate it, and punish and eat it
 Slow loud and we banging, motherfuckers you know us
 Disrespecting my click, we running these hoe niggaz over
 Niggaz respect my gangsta, cause I come real with it
 I could halk a hell of a hully lugie, give a lyric
 We ripping the track, shit nothing for Dougie
 Soon as I touch it it explode, combustible functions
 Everytime that you hear me, you rewinding and spin it
 Keep it pumping up in the speakers, you crunk and you feel it
 Down in the Dirty Dirty, motherfuckers we soldiers
 S.L.A.B. bitch, we locking and taking it over
 [Warren G]
 These niggaz, out of line get plugged
 Stray in they chest, like a red beam slug
 Don't give a damn to mean mugs, get slugs
 Shae in the six riding, on dubs
 Body rocking, shocking and dropping up in the club
 Pass me a pint, so I can po' up a cup
 Niggaz in my face, so I'm hollin' bitch what
 I never give a fuck, about a Chi-Town thug (fuck that thug)K.G.B. - Gimmie the Mic - http://motolyrics.com/kgb/gimmie-the-mic-lyrics.html
 [Pimp Skinny]
 Niggaz jumping fly, like they really want some
 But you bumping your gum, ass niggaz don't want none
 Pimp Skinny, bust that ass and leave you finished and done
 Cause we S.L.A.B., H and haters getting hit with the bomb
 Lyrical red rum, making Tweety Birds run
 I'm a G ass nigga, and you can see it when I come
 And fuck a contest, we done already won
 Everytime that we drop black, bet you niggaz stop that
 Real shit, plus the fact I represent
 And drop you flat on your back, walking on niggaz like a do' mat
 Busting like a gat, so you haters get the click-clack
 S.L.A.B. nigga did that, underground going plat'
 [Jay'Ton]
 I'm in a 2003, dropper
 Niggaz think I be playing, when I rolling on my choppers
 Everytime I open my mouth, here come the boppers
 24/7, I be running from the helicopters
 Cause I'm a thug nigga, dropping chopping
 Up on the block on the way to ATL, to holla at my nigga Shot
 And when you do a concert, you know the crowd gon rock
 It's the Jay'Ton, two thee off the lot
 With J's up on my feet, swanging down the street
 And when I find a freak, I'm pumping until I skeet
 Just give me the mic, so I can wreck that hoe
 It's Jay'Ton, in this bitch with that boy J-Mo
 [T2]
 I'm J'd up, you can tell by my clothes
 I'm iced up, cause my whole body froze
 16 years old, got the game on hold
 You be thinking I'm slow man, cause your whole block hold
 Just give me the light, cause I'm a thoed ass monster
 Car standing tall, think my car made by Tonka
 Candy coated Hummer, looking real good
 When you in your airplane, see my face on the hood
 It's all good, cause I ball like that
 My screens falling so hard, left a dent in your back
 It's like that, cause I'm a thoed guerilla
 If you make this monster mad, I'ma hurt me a nigga
 16 years young, dropping hits like bombs
 I know why you hating playboy, I got your girl sprung
 [Kepoe]
 Kepoe the throwed hoe, that they hate to see coming
 But I got to, cause I'm the only bitch bumping
 Black mink with Loc's, eight hundred dolla coats
 Fuck the game inside out, with no strokes
 Dark and lovely, far from ugly that's me
 Definition of, K-E-P-O-E
 First lady of S.L.A.B., cock back and jab
 Become a dangerous motherfucker, when I step in the lab
 And I ain't playing, when I hit the Boulevard in a Jag
 Top down trunk up, banging nothing but S.L.A.B
 Before I take it out the door, I'm only letting you know
 That I'm a certified bitch, known to wreck the flow
 [Hook - 4x]
 Just give me the mic, S.L.A.B. is in the do-o-or
 And watch a nigga, wreck this flow











