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In These Streets (World Premier)

SLAB, Bun B, Paul Wall, Trae, Z-Ro, HAWK
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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 slab 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, and still hogging the game See Bun B ain't nothing changed, get used to the fact And holla when you see me chucking double deuce out the 'Lac 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 when I hold this Glock in my pants It's J-Ton the young gorilla, certified with them hands You thought of stopping Slow Loud And Bangin, you better cancel your plans That goes for you and your mans, I'm 18 and well known through the H I run with G's, so you better pump your breaks Coming from the city of drank sippin, Glock grippers We four tippers and pimp strippers, we hit licks cause we go getters I'm Slow Loud And Bangin, 4s swanging my nuts hanging My piece and chain stay dangling From South Laneway all the way to Main I'm on that South Bleed, we do you and that cabbage head I'm all that baldy black, and that big mix we breaking bread Stay the fed I hold it down, for all them boys in that 7-0-1 This H-Town stay down, the streets made us from day one We come from these (streets), collect our funds in these (streets) We be out our guns in these (streets) , It ain't no fun in these (streets) You can get done in these (streets) Ain't no shining sun in these (streets) Ain't nothing but dark in these (streets) , You better have heart in these (streets) If you a mark, you need protection from God in these (streets) Cause we got crips and we got bloods That love to mob in these (streets) Packing pistols and AK's, ready for war in these (streets) Come down our block, and get your ass Snatched out your car in these (streets) H-O-U-S-T-O-N-T-E-S-A-S M-O-C-I-T-Y D-O-N in the flesh, I'm here to respect it Walk in the streets, and be J-Mac rich man of South Park Oak Riding a wife beater, with razor blades creased in the Mercedes Plus hot, fat petto jowl back in the Gap, that the Southside was holding 22'S 24's and blades, pimp hoes we'll definitely roll in Accompanied by a bad bitch, don't let our gun fold us Just in case the law pull us over, they got no numbers The Southside of Houston Texas, relentless and reckless Smiling to cowards respect us, boss shine beams like projectors I hit boys up in the intersection, point weapons in your direction You can get a lead infection, better go get your head protection Cause if you caught me slipping on the G.P., the H is my home I'll pop and unlock the trunk, and then I'm out on the roam Four swangas under the 'Lac, you know I'm riding the chrome I was swanging the lane too hard, bout to break my two chrome High runner time Don, gunner time Don And won't leave, till I shuffle a brick and a pound It's Don Dada, Michael Corleone Ain't no breathing this summer, bitch I'm back home I'ma supply your block, give it what it need I got five hustlers, for whatever your needs This H-Town, Texas city of cocaine Without no heart smarts, you'll be dead in these streets I'm fresh off the block and what I Spit, is already known and respected You can catch me hopping out the Chevy, when it get hectic See me posted on the block, like it's the first of the month 24'S and 11's, give me those on them bags I'll teach em to stunt And man about the city that I claim, it's Houston Texas forever Whether we on the Southside, we still gon mob it together Bitch I've been gangsta from the birth Better check the blood of my brothers Slow Loud And Bangin is the truth, and it'll never be another Ready or not, here comes the Southern juggernaut Thugging out, some might say I'm bugging out Phenomenon, 40 cal under my arm Run me wrong, I'ma have to do you harm Not of the norm, I'm that smashing feature Abnormal creature, that's what these streets teach ya I will defeat ya, punish ya, if you can't come eat ya Say the name of your block, and I'll come and meet ya We come from these (streets), collect our funds in these (streets) We be out our guns in these (streets) , It ain't no fun in these (streets) You can get done in these (streets) Ain't no shining sun in these (streets) Ain't nothing but dark in these (streets) , You better have heart in these (streets) If you a mark, you need protection from God in these (streets) Cause we got crips and we got bloods That love to mob in these (streets) Packing pistols and AK's, ready for war in these (streets) Come down our block, and get your ass Snatched out your car in these (streets)