Long Time

[Talking] Here ye here ye, come one come all An nigga talking down on the Maab, bound to fall Know I'm saying, Z-Ro the Crooked Representing S.U.C., got my nigga Fred in this bitch My nigga Trae in this bitch, and we don't give A damn about you, that's why we fin to ride [Trae] I bet these boys, out here better recognize My team, Guerilla Maab until it's over Running bitch niggas over, beaming a glock like I'm a soldier Ready for war who that hating on Trae, and knowing they trash Throwing they ass up out my face, if they think of blocking my cash Mo' rocks than Damon Dash, independently I'm a threat AKA a vet, and spraying them niggas until they wet I ain't finished yet I'm a G, and I'm finishing what I started Half of these niggas out here be spitting bullshit, like they retarded Disregarded never, I'm better than the rest of the game You lame better read my chain, M double A-be be running thangs With my kin folk Ro dog, and the L dog Everytime let me tell why'all, we thoed I'ma swell why'all (*talking*) Well swell em up then Fuck these old PH bastard ass niggas Talking down on us, bet why'all can't walk down on us Nigga we strapped automatics, semi's and fully's [Hook] This one is dedicated, to them niggas that hate it It's been a long time, but we finally made it We the realest of the real, and we can never be faded It's been a long time, but we finally made it We the future of the funk, you punks is outdated It's been a long time, but we finally made it Breaking laws and jaws, cause you bitches is overrated It's been a long time, but we finally made it [Z-Ro] Presidential got a problem, with me making my cash Trying to starve a nigga out, and have me flat on my ass One hundred and sixty thousand, what they suing me fo' But since my shit's selling, you could never ruin me hoe 25 hours a day, I be packing that lead Chasing paper so me and Fred, steady stacking our bread I understand that you bullshit niggas, done flip-flopped Trying to hold on to a nigga, hitching a ride to the top (and 97.9), the biggest hoes I know Now Walter D is my nigga, the rest of em be hating Ro What do you know, why these niggas all up in my face Back back I'm about two seconds, from catching a case When I walk up in the club, they act like they don't see me Nervous in my presence, praying that Z-Ro will take it easy I'ma take it hard, while I'm killing em softly Till they gone, they been hating us for way too long [Hook] [Jay'Ton] Slow Loud And Bangin in they face, and niggas acting like hoes I think it's cause we never went, when we be spitting out flows Got cash I'm sick with it, I spit it cause I'm a G It's the Jay'Ton, repping S.L.A.B With Ro Dog and Trae, my flag be doing great Undisputed like weight, when I'm upper cutting in your face Body blows and jabs, for niggas hating on S.L.A.B You come with that bullshit, guaranteed I'm beating your ass It been a long time, and we finally made it Hopped the slab off the AVE., and I finally sprayed it No more slanging on the block, cause the block got raided Like the point on the dice, I can never be faded [Talking] Yeah, we ain't gon blow it though You know we got this hoe ass devil on our back On our motherfucking ass, that nigga can't face up With a real nigga though, know I'm saying Nigga know he talk shit, so I be spitting All motherfucking day long, but it's still God first though This whole ass world got me this way, you know I'm saying Bout paper, this motherfucking K, motherfucking Tre-8 This 4-5, 4-4, shit it goes on and on and on Talking down on us nigga, you getting 17 hundred to the dome So I know you gon be gone, you know I'm saying Fred get your bread, Trae pass that motherfucking K And let's roll, I'ma continue to blow dro, and we out this bitch