We Represent H-Town

(*talking*)<br>Man, this motherfucking underground shit<br>Ain`t ready for S.L.A.B. baby, we in here<br>It`s that nigga Rick D baby, I`m in here with Trae<br>Guerrilla Maab, and the Girt mayn<br>Shitting on the spit mayn, it`s going down 2003<br><br>[Hook]<br>Hey get down, lay down<br>Cause we got what it takes, to make you cakes and all you bricks<br>Lay down, hate now<br>It`s Girt Boys, S.L.A.B. and Trae, you know we gotta represent<br>H-Town, whoa now<br>Don`t beef with the team, we mean what we say so<br>Bitch slow down, whoa now<br>Nigga we`ll put it in your face, get it straight<br><br>[Poppy]<br>We Guerillas, you niggaz is chimps<br>And we too tall, to deal with you shrimps<br>By the way I`m a playa, boo-wow when I fill you with shrimp<br>Respect my gangsta chick, cause you dealing with pimps<br>Hey I`m straying off of the subject, if you don`t feel S.L.A.B<br>The Mack`ll have you feeling Trae, off of your stomach<br>That`s Trae from the Tre pound, off of your stomach<br>We go platinum, I`m hitting Trae out for the hundreds<br>Some of you hate, to see us niggaz get paid<br>And that`s probably why we got bad blood, like niggaz with AIDS<br>This game ain`t sweet, but y`all got licorice ways<br>The truth hurt, you don`t want me to finish this phrase do you<br><br>[Unique]<br>Aw naw, Trae up in this bitch<br>And tear the walls down, I thought I told you befo`<br>Hey back down, `fore a nigga Mack drown<br>You in a pool of blood, and let me tell you something else<br>Mack rounds, leave a nigga back down<br>On the ground, cause he choose to thug<br>That popcorn shit, bout to drown out<br>Call me ringmaster, cause I`m calling clowns out<br>On some pimp shit, smacking you sluts<br>On some square shit, snatching your nuts<br>And boys better, get it right<br>`Fore I hit em right, in they fitted right<br>Between the letters, put it on your mind you get it right<br>Say, let me slow it down<br>So you can keep up, Unique I hold it down<br>Like Will and C-Note<br>You niggaz can`t tell me, you don`t feel what we quote<br>U-nique, bastard child<br>Ignorant slow swagger, nasty smile<br>Grit Boys, ain`t no concern what you bragging bout<br>Like MLK on Sunday, nigga slabbed out<br><br>[Trae]<br>I do` ran up on a nigga, and spit it sick on all you faking niggaz<br>Hell-i-fied when I click on niggaz, that be on my dick ass niggaz<br>I`m telling you I`m a lunatic, but my name ain`t Nelly<br>I be the one, to hit the block and let off five in your belly<br>One deep and swanging a Chevy, Slow Loud And Bangin` I`m packing<br>Bad ain`t to know niggaz stacking, them niggaz need to quit rapping<br>Haven`t you heard of my team, with a red beam<br>And it`s cocked, with a four pound that I`m packing<br>I make a heavyweighter drop stop and roll, trying to get away from the Maab<br>Niggaz tripping, they think I`m slicking they ass out of a job<br>And I know I`m too hard, so you niggaz finna see<br>I`m a nigga with attitude, that these haters don`t wanna meet<br><br>[Hook]<br><br>[Scooby]<br>Fuck you, and the rest that hate<br>Grit Boys rep the H, got heat that`ll melt your face<br>You must got breath, to waste<br>Fuck that shit, my niggaz trying to get some cake<br>Hey, Girt Boys came to win<br>Got the rap game, caving in<br>Nigga I ain`t your friend, Scoob don`t know y`all niggaz<br>So, he let the chamber spin<br>Then, get back to my do`<br>Get stacks from my hoe, bitch crack on the low<br>I`m telling y`all niggaz<br>Any chit-chat, guns`ll blow whoa<br>Oh, can`t forget B and Trae<br>Y`all niggaz don`t need to play, might just bleed today<br>The Maab in this bitch, so drop to your knees and pray<br><br>[Archie]<br>We know, none of y`all niggaz want it with Arch`<br>I`ll have the paramedics screaming, that they losing your heartbeat<br>Cause damn, I`ve been waiting a long time<br>To show you cock sucker motherfuckers, I work with this chrome nine<br>And fuck who you came with, cause all y`all faking<br>You need to peep game, and realize what y`all facing<br>I keep them hogs waiting, for any altercation<br>I let the bullets rush through your team, like Walter Payton<br>I get it done right, nigga MJ style<br>I`ll give you 42 shots, in one night<br>And yeah I let the Mach spit, and make you<br>Bitch niggaz back down for fucking with Arch, S.L.A.B. and Grit bitch<br><br>[Lil B]<br>You boys better move around, back-back<br>`Fore I grab the black gat, busting shots that`ll make your blood splat<br>Feel that Grit, S.L.A.B. and my kin folk Trae<br>Shooting game to you busters, we hustles for pay day<br>Gotta get it come back with it, it don`t quit<br>Lay you down, `fore you fuck around and get your wig split<br>Young Guerillas that`s after scrilla, haters you gotta love it<br>Push and shove it, you think I`m bluffing big trucks I`m dubbing<br>Plus fo` still known, to tack a hater toe<br>Representing H-Town, whenever you hear me flow<br>Lil B, also known as By-Bo<br>Get out of line, I`ll be busting like a crooked po-po<br>Fa sho a nigga gleam, better yet a nigga shine<br>Bled blocks for stocks, on the corners of Grape Vine<br>When you see a nigga, chunk a deuce or move around<br>Third Coast finest, making you chumps lay it down<br><br>[Jay`Ton]<br>Make way for the Jay`Ton, he next to bat<br>With a gat and a pack, that`ll heat up your back<br>Do my dirt and burn off, you wankstas getting tossed<br>Swanging the boulevard, till the laws getting lost<br>Hit the block and set up shop, for fiends that need rocks<br>Just quick it if you wanna, then I`m knocking your ass off<br>Like Lennox Lewis, candy blue on the Buick<br>If it`s fast then I Screw it, I gotta stay true to it<br>It`s the S-L-A-B, I got it tatted on my arm<br>15`s be beating, like I be busting at Sadaam<br>17 years old, a gangsta I know<br>If a nigga out of line, I`m wrecking him like a flow