garage Cars, look at all my broads if you try to see the stars Find me, and you goin feel like you done find your way to mars The paper punctuated, yeah
you feel like you wanna die sometimes you can release stress to this, just keep god first in your life, even when you feel like he ain't blessin it, If you
all down Till I make it to the T-O-P, King of the Ghetto is who Ro be You better just back up or get smacked up, you fellas really don't know me A total
to a hundred thousand, from a whole fo' So all you haters hate me, as I make a little mo' [Hook] I'm going platinum this time, (this time-this time) I think you
, Lil Boss Hogg, J-Doe) (*talking*) SK, Sha, bout time you let these niggas know What you really bout, know I'm saying It's Slow Loud And Bangin', all
tryna take all of my fortune but my fame is forever and S.U.C I'm a claim it forever and I'm still down with the yella so fuck all of these bitches and
motherfucker, you number two And you know what come before one, nigga this mouthpiece Z-Ro and S.U.C., Southside super hero Fucking with you pussies, cause it's time you
(*talking*) SK, Sha, bout time you let these niggas know What you really bout, know I'm saying It's Slow Loud And Bangin', all these mark ass niggas We
told you we gone get you if we owe you Military minded I'm a S.U.C. soldier Don't want it if it's hard cause the south lets you see over I'm trying to
all you fake ass niggas holding plex Hold this dick in your mouth, know I'm saying All that riff-raff, all you sherry temple ass niggas Y'all gone feel me, 2
Sterling) After the rain, after the rain I still feel the pain, feel the pain My final curtain call, asking y'all Let me pray for my dogs, all of y'all
them all down Till I make it to the T-O-P, King of the Ghetto is who Ro be You better just back up or get smacked up, you fellas really don't know me
driver seat nigga (Chorus - 2x) (Z-ro talking) 2k1, motherfucking Z-Ro the Crooked Thou can't stop me nigga Motherfucking energizer, feel that S.U.C
guilty motherfucker Raise up off of my N-U-T's, cause you can't harm me Everlasting, I'm ever blasting I recking you better get the army to swarm me Because
Click for life, S.U.C. Screwed Up Click for life All I want is money chasing paper after dead presidents Screwed Up Click for life, S.U.C. Screwed Up
u Culd have had any mother but 4 goodness sakes it's u [Chorus:] See momma u ma (lovely lady) Ya'll all my (lovely gurls) [x3] Momma u my (lovely lady
u pit it on me now hol don i luv tha way u shake it now hold On u drop it then u pick it up now hold on gurl u got me sayin wut tha [CHORUS OUT]