Artist: Z-Ro & Trae f/ Lil B, W.G., Reggoe Album: A.B.N. "Assholes By Nature" Song: SK Typed by: Lil Hustle [Hook - 2x] I'm in the parking lot, with my AK Fin to be retaliation, today I got the hammer cocked back, and I'm finna spray Murder me a nigga, if he ain't claiming SK [Z-Ro] Misery City's finest, and I don't give a fuck About nothing, but smoking on that dro and getting bucks I love nothing and slug something, if something is illing I got something that'll make something, act right and stop tripping I'm a gangsta, but I ain't flagging today Cause some of my own niggaz, been plotting to blow me away So I'ma go outside, pop the trunk And run up in they houses, with my one and I'ma dump And make they whole family, hit the god damn flo' And put the rest of they people, in black on front rows You might not like the way, I refer to a homicide But it was head busting, ten out of ten I gotta survive I be rolling, with my motherfucking strap on the side of me Can't fuck with the South, K-L-I-Q-U-E M double A-B, S-L-A-B The Don of Mo City, and Donny B [Trae] It's automatic we pistol gripping, you niggaz ain't getting from me I dump on a chump, and have me singing this for they homie We S.L.A.B. Slow Loud And Bangin, SK like everyday This here for the block niggaz, and my dogs that's locked away Donny, these niggaz bout to see what I'm talking bout Set tripping, and watch how fast, I clear out the parking lot Twin towers, now watch how I devour these cowards Have me ducking like Howard, now these niggaz peeping my power Don't you try to be cool with me now, I done peeped your type Get caught up in a hype, until a nigga ready to fight But I got something for you, let me introduce you to Trae If you ain't ready, you gon see me on the block with a K ya punk bitch [Hook - 2x] [Lil B] SK representer, putting it all on the table Peeping these video thugs, the one that's stuck on cable Walk through a public place, and I see nothing but thug models Wearing throwback jerseys or pink, trying to follow Real recognize real, well I'm peeping the fake Won't pull no kind of trigga, ain't moving nobody's weight I never do it be of they closed, or make a nigga feel hard All up in my face (what's up B), you niggaz still fraud That's why I roll, with G-Maab Entertain' mayn S.L.A.B. known to swang, leaving one in your brain mayn I'm still the same, on the hunt for some change mayn Killing parade niggaz, that ain't repping the name it's South Klique nigga [W.G.] Niggaz running up, talking this and that Until I pull out the gauge, and bust you in your back Claiming SK nigga, better be for real Before I break your ass down, like a handlebar pill I ain't tripping with your set nigga, I'm repping mine I'm in the parking lot of Max, nigga it's going down About to whoop a nigga ass, have his brains hanging Got a five deuce nigga, that love to bang Much love to my nigga, named Baby James Can't rep the set, and I ain't saying no names Real recognize real, and that's how that go See me flamed up, at a sold out S.L.A.B. show [Reggoe] Macks and K's, cutting chopping these niggaz These snitches I drop em, and then I blast goodbye to you bitches Man so chill, niggaz don't wanna test the South sign side Murder me a motherfucker, and just hop in my ride So nine times out of ten, niggaz respect who it be On T-H-C, really though busting my B-I-T C-H motherfucker, you better get ready for war Quit acting like a lil' kid, you's a grown man boy Real shit is real, nigga I'ma see you face to face Aggravated with a black bag, and a 4-4 in your face Sore thumb poking out, yeah nigga it's me in the flesh Southwest when I fuck you nigga, I've got plex I've got plex [Hook - 2x]