love all the flowers in the yard I love butternut squash, cucumbers too Cantaloupe and honeydew 'Cause I'm a slug I'm a slug I'm a slug Pick me up,
fraternity In the Slug Club Join the Slug Club Join the Slug Club, baby Do you have a pretty mommy in the Slug Club? Join the Slug Club Join the Slug
time your boy Ace Rock is the drummer So tell the newcomers to run and get the other two I heard we sold out, that must've been the other two [Slug:]
Lying in bed one summer's night Everything wasn't alright Something started crawling on me A S-L-U-G I saw her walking in the woods last night And I
Sl-sl-slugs, sl-sl-slugs Sl-sl-slugs, sl-sl-slugs Sl-sl-slugs, sl-sl-slugs Sl-sl-slugs, sl-sl-slugs Sl-sl-slugs, sl-sl-slugs [CHORUS x3] Them nigga
give a special shout out to that pluctuating list of names who've either taken the time to look me in the eye or taken the time stab me in the fuckin back. [Slug
cry And dad made it until maybe a year later When they found his suicide inside of a grain elevator Got over it, I had no other opposites or options Thought
the Money Makers Wu-Tang, when we bang, we be regulators Player haters can't play us, cuz the thugs obey us Bust a slug to save us [Joe Mafia] Straight
is pray And thank God for another day Yes, homie, it's rough down here I gotta watch my back 'Cos it's hard being black If it ain't the other It's my
caps friend remember when niggas would shoot joints Now niggas be wildin' placing hollow points Cause in this rat race, shit be moving at a murderous pace Mad sons got slugs
stop Got sticky sneakers from the blood of a shot cop Belt and a club,I'm leaving tracks on the white rug Punk tried to rif and he met double-live slugs
pay I'm packin' two gats and I wish I could carry more Might sound crazy, but I ran out of slugs before Yeah, I know the feds watch me But my vest clashes
wear no vests because I got mad love Master V does some other shit TV's in the head rests I catch respect when other niggas catch slugs 1, 2 I bust
's and your lambs up, your grams up Talkin bout buckin each other Probly fuckin each other D-Block dawg, we stuck with each other [Chorus x2] [Verse
mafia proses Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes This is the life, nigga that's the life I wouldn't have it any other way Yeah, gun play burning
keep it rockin Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west A state that's untouchable like Elliot Ness The track hits ya eardrum like a slug
1-8-7 and the 2-11 12-gage and the AK-47 spray Let the Ripster kill 'em now Put 'em off in the grave daily When the slugs start crawl up in ya Well
