Real Talk

Life in the slow lane

It's your boy LD in the house one more motherfuckin' time

Representin' for that boy T, my little brother

You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Screwed Up Clique
Soldiers United for the motherfuckin' Cash
You know I stamped and sealed this shit the last time
But we got a bunch of haters out there talkin' that shit
Talkin' 'bout who made him Screwed Up Clique

Motherfuckers talkin' shit on they mixtapes

You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

Sound like a four-set gangsta
And window warriors talkin' that shit from a distance

And bitch got the nerves enough to open up your mouth
And talk shit about a motherfuckin' OG in this game

Bitch, every syllable, every motherfuckin'
Word in your goddamn songs, bitch

Got somethin' to do with this motherfuckin' South, bitch
Somethin' to do with this Soldiers United
For the Cash Screwed Up Clique shit
So don't never open up your mouth and diss the
Motherfuckers who's teachin' your goddamn ass
You never get better than your teacher, motherfucker
You know what I'm sayin'?
So next time you open up your motherfuckin' mouth
And talkin' 'bout who made this motherfuckin' S.U.C
Motherfucker, the general did

You know what I'm sayin'?
You can suck a dick up and hiccup
I don't give a fuck about you hoes talkin' that
Gangsta shit on your motherfuckin' songs, nigga
Catch your ass on the block and pay a dope fiend to fuck
You in your motherfuckin' ass for ten goddamn dollars
Old bitch-ass motherfucker got the nerve to get on
The goddamn internet and show your fat-ass face
Bitch, you need to lose some motherfuckin' weight

Bitch, get your grill fixed
Bitch, you talkin' 'bout Southside
Bitch, that motherfuckin' fade look like a goddamn mohawk
Ridin' around in a police car and shit with a
Half a box of french fries on your dashboard

Bitch, you ain't shit
Bitch-ass motherfucker runnin' up my goddamn blood pressure
Man, I ain't got time for you young-ass punks out there
You know what I'm sayin'?
So zip your motherfuckin' lip, man, back up, nigga
And shut the fuck up and listen to some real shit, bitch
'Cause you'll never get on this level
Bitch, you'll never get on this motherfuckin' level

Never

Damn right
First that's safe to grab the mic and act motherfuckin' bad
Know what I'm sayin'?
From that second ward

Southside, baby
We all affiliated
Gotta say what's up to that nigga Billy, that nigga Beans
SPM on lock, all my fallen soldiers
Gotta say R.I.P. to DJ Screw
R.I.P. to Fat Pat, Big H.A.W.K., Big Mello
All my little soldiers
You know what I'm sayin'?

The Botany BG's
Little Gator
What's up, baby?
I know they in Heaven lookin' down on us
What's up, Pimp C?
Yeah, this is Life in the Slow Lane
Listen to it
Put this in your deck, ride to this

Alright, here's a toast to the whole motherfuckin' Southside
Texas
Fuck America
Here's a toast
Now this here

Livin' life in the slow lane

That boy T representin' once again in this dope
Yeah, man
Look here

Right now we representin'
This boy T
S.U.C. Screwed Up Clique for life, baby
That's the way it goes, that's the way it's goin' down
That boy T in the house again
And representin' and blew up in y'all motherfuckin' face
This signed and stamped and sealed and all that good shit
We lettin' y'all know right now, man
We livin' life in the slow lane

Ain't a motherfuckin' thing fast around here
These hoes
But I tell you like this here, man
Nigga in the dough once again, he doin' this shit

Much love to my nigga

Y'all peep this, put this in your motherfuckin' deck
Ride to this

Let my boy be in your motherfuckin' lip for one motherfuckin' second
2009