U. D. O. - Mission No. X lyrics

(feat. Redd, Lil B, Trae, Jay Ton, A3, and ShowTyme)

[talking]

Yeah, these niggaz better brush their game up Trae

Know I'm saying, this Yung Redd, 7-1-3

Hustlers Stackin', and I'm S.L.A.B. riding know I'm saying

Front back side to side, it's Yung Reezie y'all

I got my money right, know I'm saying

Where you at Trae (right here), Guerilla Maab (fa sho)

Yeah-yeah, (you know it go down mayn, that 2K3

It's bout time we put it in they face

S.L.A.B. SLow, Loud And Bangin', on this underground shit

You feel what I'm saying, we been doing this shit for years

Over and over, you can't fuck with us, Redd holla at me)

[Yung Redd]

Nevermind the fact, I was born to rap

I'm this and that, I'm riding in a Cadillac

With a gat in my lap, and a extra strap

To leave these haters, flat on they back whoa

Tell the bitch, come ride with a star

Cause I got rims poking, out the side of my car

I could never get enough, of they bras and card

That ain't all, I love to ball

It's over mayn, some of these niggaz out here

Done fell out, on they game

When I call your name, and snatch your chain

Nigga please, money ain't a thang

So I ride on the block, in a black Impala

Pop my collar, can't stop and holla

Better take notes see I'm a scholar

I'm a leader, these hoes follow

See I don't, swang and bang

Playboy, that ain't my thang

You need to quit, making songs about us

And get your change, we cook it we cut it

We hustle and think nothing of it, the way I hit the block

With them rocks, boy you gotta love it

It's Yung Redd y'all, still I'm a Hustler Stackin'

We got em mad, with no record I went platinum

Most of these niggaz rapping, ain't seeing no action

I'm one deep in the streets, with my heat let's get it cracking

[Lil' B]

Watch a nigga swang wide, when I'm riding solo

Pick up your hoe, when I'm in my fo' do'

Diamonds glisten, on the wood mo-mo

These underground weak rappers, style is hobo

4-4 dumping off in your Polo, logo making you haters go-go

Solo, under the ground like do-do

S.L.A.B. hitting hard like Sammy Soso, let the top down in a drop

Lil B the type, to make a nigga breathing stop

Call the cops, kick up rocks

Cause you niggaz know, we got this underground on lock

With a pen and pad, and a grind zone

Steady shining, like rhinestones

Keep number one haters, minds blown

Slow, Loud And Bangin' to the day I'm gone

Steady checking and recking, and going off in the booth

Slow, Loud And Bangin' is the group

Beat the tracks right up, like hot chicken soup

Y'all niggaz don't wanna go to war, with a troop

For loot we cock glocks, beat up blocks

And then set up shop, we still living the life of hard knocks

Grind 24/7, all around the clock

[Trae]

When I pull up on the block, I glock the 4-0

Never ever been a hoe, lace up and let's go

Whether friend or a foe, I weave and the throw

Hella-blows to the nose, so niggaz be getting hold

Me and Redd on a mission, and spitting it for position

Till a nigga come up missing, and praying somebody listen

Like a pitcher that was pitching, I'm throwing a strike out

Lights out, bitch nigga you fin to be sliding out

Riding out two deep, with my baby mama

I got a pump in the trunk, ready for the drama

These fake ass niggaz, biting like piranhas

Everything that I do, so they peep my line up

Like diamond faces, and grill bars

Off in the game, like superstars

Whatever you do, don't touch my car

I'll have your click bunny hopping, like the entourage

Coming out the garage, like I'm a first round draft pick

Hoes on dick, cause I'm running with a South Klique

Throwing my fist, everytime I spit

Quit T-R-A-E, now what's your business

You know me, I'm that nigga

Talking down, and I'm the grave digger

Send a 17, through your liver

Now tell me, who you think realer

[Hook x4]

I got my grind on, when I slab ride

Chrome spin, when I swang wide

Fuck you haters, we certified

Everybody know, that S.L.A.B. is on the rise

[Jay'Ton]

It's Jay'Ton dropping bombs, on a nigga that's talking down

You better get back, 'fore your body hit the ground

I'm a Southside nigga, representing the H-Town

If you want that paper, better get on the grind

Cause we some real niggaz, thoed niggaz

When I weave to the left, I'ma fold at niggaz

These haters in the game, trying to hold a nigga

So I reach way back, fin to roll a nigga

When I'm up in the game, I be out of control

And late night on 4's, I be fucking with hoes

And when I pull out the cap, nigga be leaving them holes

In the chest and the neck, knocked out on the road

S-L-A-B, a G you can't see

In a Lac screened up, with T-I-N-T

With a trunk raised up, you know who we be

On BET, with AJ and Free

[A3]

Give me the mic, and I'ma smash

Nigga come through, roof up on glass quicker than flash

My niggaz, we mash for cash

Fucking with killas, we putting holes in your ass yeah it's like that

We stand up, for the grasp

Clear out the lot, cock back the glock blast

Unlock the shotgun, there go the cops fast

Heat to the stash, greens flipping up out of my dash

Yeah bitch, you like my switches

I know you hoes, wanna get my riches

Recognize trick, bow before a G

Ain't nobody fucking, with S-L-A-B

Upside, we about our change

Bubble lights, four screens in the Range

You don't wanna see, the slab in the rain

Candy looking like, a nigga just got slained

My slab, got 22's

My rims, do what they choose

It ain't hard, for a hoe to get bruised

Don't fuck with me, I won't fuck with you

A3, off top I'm trill

This year, I'm fin to grab me a mill

All these niggaz, worried bout a major deal

Independent, the game's been sealed

[Showtyme]

It's Showteezie baby, don't be surprised

From behind the scenes, right before your eyes

From a conversation, right between the thighs

Bopping off the way, my Sprewells glide

Drop top, on a SUV

It's a Third Ward nigga, recognize a G

Got my tech in my lap, so you niggaz could see

Don't think I'm off note, cause I'm smoking a tree

Got my niggaz in the back, and the side of me

Booted up suited up, ready to ride for me

Got six 18's, knocking highs and down

22's swanging wide, sitting low to the ground

Breaking boys off, in and out of town

I'ma dim my whole truck, around Kappa town

I'ma come through, hit the C-Wall and clown

They gon say, (look at that old funky ass nigga Showtyme)

Y'all go on hate me, if you wanna

Got your baby mama, waiting round the corner

I'ma let her drive, cause she really wanna

Make love to her face, then I'm a goner

Fill her full of lies, tell her I'ma phone her

Give her number to my partner, so he could bone her

He gon pass it to the click, and burn out on her

Leave the pussy soaking wet, hotter than a sauna