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S.L.A.B. f/ Z-Ro, H.A.W.K., Mike D, Bun B, Paul Wall - Tha Streets lyrics
[Bun B]
 Well it's that Texas representer, from Port Arthur the Land
 Coming straight out of that South, with my nuts in my hand
 Let 'em hang all over this track, and all over the block
 Cause the S.L.A.B. they got my back, when them boys wanna knock
 It's U.G.K. for life, still I miss my dog in the game
 But even from behind the walls, he's still hogging the game
 Big Bun B ain't nothing changed, get use to the fact
 And holla when you see me, chunking double deuce out the Lac
 [Jay'Ton]
 I'm moving slow up the block, 22's sitting cocked
 I'm from the South, so it's automatic haters getting dropped
 See me standing, in my five deuce stance
 I might seem young but you gon respect me, with this glock in my pants
 It's Jay'Ton a young guerilla, certified with them hands
 You thought of stopping Slow Loud And Bangin', you better kill all those plans
 That go for you and your man's, I'm 18 and well known through the H
 I run with G's, so you better pump your breaks
 [Paul Wall]
 I'm coming from the city of drank sippers, and glock grippers
 We flow tippers and pimp strippers, we hit licks cause we go-getters
 I'm Slow Loud And Bangin', them 4's swanging my nuts hanging
 My piece and chain stay dangling, from South Main all the way to Mangum
 I'm on that Southlea, with Gu-U and that Cabbage Head
 I'm with that Bowdy Black, and that Big Mix we breaking bread
 Stay to FED I hold it down, for all them boys in the 7-0-1
 It's H-Town stay down, the streets made us from day one
 [Hook]
 We come from (the streets), collect our funds in (the streets)
 Empty out our guns in (the streets), it ain't no fun in (the streets)
 You can get done in (the streets), ain't no shining sun in (the streets)
 Ain't nothing but dark in (the streets), better have heart in (the streets)
 If you a mark, you need protection from God in (the streets)
 Cause we got Crips and we got Bloods, that love to mob in (the streets)
 Packing pistols and AK's, ready for war in (the streets)
 Duck down our block, and get your ass snatched out your car in (the streets)
 [Z-Ro]
 H-O-U-S-T-O-N, T-E-X-A-S
 M-O-C-I-T-Y-D-O-N, in the flesh
 I'm feared and respected, walking the streets of Bejave and Ridgevan of South Park know
 Prolly in a wife beater, but razor blade creases in my jeans plus hydro smoke
 Fat Pat told y'all back in the gap, that the Southside was holding
 22's-24's, Blades Elbows and yeah we rollingS.L.A.B. f/ Z-Ro, H.A.W.K., Mike D, Bun B, Paul Wall - Tha Streets - http://motolyrics.com/slab-f-z-ro-hawk-mike-d-bun-b-paul-wall/tha-streets-lyrics.html
 A couple of bi-bad bitch, holding our gun for us
 Just in case the law pull us over, they got no love for us
 [Boss]
 I'm from the Southside of Houston Texas, relentless and reckless
 Making out-of-towners respect us, Boss shine beams like projectors
 I get boys up in the intersection, for representing your direction
 You can get a lead infection, better go get your head protection
 Plus these cowards slipping on the G.P., the H is my home
 I pop and unlock the trunk, then I'm out on the roam
 Fo' swangas under the Lac, you know I'm riding the brome
 I was swanging the lane too hard, bout to break my two chrome
 [Mike D]
 I run the town down, gunner town down
 And won't leave, till I shuffle a brick and a pound
 It's Don-Dadda, Michael Corleone
 Ain't no breathing this summer, bitch I'm back home
 I'ma supply ya block, give it what it need
 I got five different hustles, whatever you need
 This H-Town Texas, city of codeine
 Without no heart and smarts, you'll be dead in these streets
[Hook]
 [Trae]
 I'm fresh off the block and when I spit, it's already known and respected
 You can catch me hopping out the Cheve, when it get hectic
 See me posted on the block, like it's the first of the month
 24's and Lamborghini do's on that Back, I'll teach 'em to stunt
 Now who that mad about the city that I claim, it's Houston Texas forever
 Whether we on a different side, we still gon mob it together
 Bitch I've been gangsta from the birth, better check the blood of my brother
 Slow Loud And Bangin' is the truth, and it'll never be another
 [H.A.W.K.]
 Ready or not, here comes the Southern juggernot
 Thugging out, some might say I'm bugging out
 Phenomenon, 40 Cal. under my arm
 Run me warm, I'ma have to do you harm
 Not of the norm, I'm that smashing feature
 Abnormal creature, that's what these streets'll teach ya
 I will defeat ya, punish ya like a cake I'll eat ya
 Say the name of your block, and I'll come and meet ya
[Hook]













