2 x Hook:
Count the money smoking the cush
two hundred for rangy boy
I just sold a thousand pound
why we G we cook the..
ask upon what it do
my download like Mountain dew
put a drink up in the..
get me out like DJ Screw
Gone out the DJ Screw
flying in the..
modify send me too
so I had to blow the room
tryin to run the juice
I'ma have to lady..
sipping on that bar pussy nigga we don't ball you
Count the money smoking the cush
two hundred for rangy boy
even got the..45 for the
..answer the phone what it do
pull up in the..one super number Mountain dew
..with the at now I don't purple
I just sold a thousand pound..
out of..so many..their wrist might hurt you
32 ear..to click my..
2 x Hook:
Count the money smoking the cush
two hundred for rangy boy
I just sold a thousand pound
why we G we cook the..
ask upon what it do
my download like what he do
put a drink up in the..
get me out like DJ Screw
DJ Screw all in my cup
I'l be on that..gone in benz 93
you can call it captain..
I'll be strap us to be..
like that movie suck upon
71 sheavy done set her on the..1
tryin to sound 50 if you can get to 31
give me 30 minute grabbin me
she can go dirty, but now the bitch is 31
45 4 band and this smell like..
..color diamond looking like some fire
sun bed shawty you can get me with the..
working 6 cell phone I can work the whole tongue
batman ..be scrap that mean I got longer
[talking]
Hope y'all can hear me out there
Mic check to the world, huh
Broadcasting, 2000 and 1, still at Screw's house
Huh, he back on the table, but you just don't see him
You got to feel him, know what I'm talking bout
E.S.G. huh, the god, the legend what
Putting it down, my partna Slim Thug, huh
Lil Baller up in here, Lucky we bout to do this man
My partna the legend, uh, feel this feel this
[Hook: Lucky]
Here's a little story, from the Freestyle King
Just some Down South G's, forfilling they dreams
Gripping on pine, swanging through your town
It's that boy E.S.G., and you know he gon clown
[E.S.G.]
Hold up hold up, open up who's this
The one who made you say Maan, new year new shit
My twinkies twist Screwed Up Click, you can ask Pres. Bush
I'm the state representative, man take a look
Open your eyes up better wise up, now how you love that
I'm in Memphis fucking chickenheads, me and Project Pat
Paper stacks what we got, platinum ice up in my mouth
Hardest legend up out the South, E.S.G. gon spell it out
Now the S is for the Southside, which I claim
Now the C is for the way my partna, changed the game
Sipping bar now the R, for his first name
Which is Robert, Robert you know I felt your pain
Now the next letter E, I'ma hold it down for you
What's the last one fool, ahh shit W
That's for Screw too and Screw too, now I'm about to wreck
Left the world slowed down, and ain't caught up yet
[Hook: Lucky]
See the Slim Thug, boppers bopping
Hatas hate so they mug, pouring it up
And sipping drank out a jug, boss hogg
Keeping it crunk in the club, with that boy Mr. Luck'
[Slim Thug]
My freestyle is flawless, my lifestyle is flawless
Them Boss Hogg Outlaw boys, be the rawest
Much love to the legend, by the name of DJ Screw
I'm strutting on buttons, coming through candy blue
Paid dues broke the rules, putting it down with Big Tyme
Candy do's glass 4's, is how that H-Town shine
I'm on a million dolla grind, you can tell when you see me
All that balling that's on T.V., that's me in 3-D
20 inches off the ground, dropping 20 inch screens
When Slim Thug on the scene, you see seedy green that lean
I'm a show flow wrecker, I put my money on my mouth
It's the boss of the North, putting it down with the South
Looking good in a Fleetwood, I'm pulling bops in my drop
We keep straight through stop signs, and pop trunk on cops
Slim Thug, E.S.G., taking our respect
Northside Houston Tex, 'nuff said who's next ha
[Hook: Lucky]
Lil Baller, shot caller
Got Excursions, Durangos and Impalas
And all us, fin to do our thang
Ice on piece and chain, wrist and the pinky ring
[Lil Baller]
DJ Screw, this Lil Baller and I never met you mayn
But from them boys and to you mixing, can't forget you mayn
I came a long way, from playing Atari
Now I'm Jaguar and Rover, and a Gucci Ferrari
I'm back and I'm on the scene, and I got my mean mug
And I'm fin to do a track with E.S.G., and that boy Slim Thug
Now from the Northside, to the Southside
Everybody mouth drop, it's open wide
And now I'm talking bout, when y'all see me on your block
I see y'all dropping top, and I see the blades chop
And when y'all see me open the trunk, knock knock
And y'all gon see the way I do it, from the top top
And I'm fin to wreck it mayn, put it down with Big Tyme
Fin to do a big rhyme, then I get my big shine
And y'all boys, really ain't ready
Cause down here, we ch-chop like mechettis
[Hook: Lucky]
Grip wood grain, swang lane to lane
Pop my trunk, and let the 18's bang
Steady jamming Screw, till the end of time
Even though you gone, you still on my time
Yeaah-yeeah uh huh, uh huh
[Hook: Shasta]
We rolling on chrome, flossing it's a sunny day
Feeling marvelous, blowing light green hay
All about our cash, we worked hard and got paid
Stacks multiplied, now it's time to parlay
[Lil' Flip]
It's a sunny day, so I'ma pull out the drop
No chain today, but I'ma pull out my watch
You know I'm iced up, looking like a wedding cake
I hear niggaz whispering, man I bet it's fake
But I got cash, ride around in drop Jags
With my top back, interior all black
With leather seats, rims dipped fo' times
I'm in a V-12, watch me blow by
You know me, I gotta put my stunt down
And when the laws pass by, I put my blunt down
Cause I stay high, like a telephone pole
And I roll on 4's, and pimp yellow bone hoes
Swangas and Blaze, is what we sit on
I'm talking on my flip phone, you get it Flip phone
Smoking on a zone, of that sticky icky green
Hoes see me in a Jag, and say Flip he be clean
[Hook x2: Shasta]
[Lil' Flip]
I'm at the beach party, in a pearl white drop
I had to take my bracelet off, cause the girls might bop
White Air Force 1's, Fat Albert tank top
Nike head band, long braids hang out
Hoes everywhere, man it's going down
The traffic so bad, cops saying turn around
But you know niggaz, we gon try to sneak in
Some niggaz going broke, trying to ball this weekend
And TJ, taking flicks with bad broads
Hump in the Benz, Redd in the Jaguar
We leaned out, you know our cars screened out
And if we ain't riding 20's, we chrome 19'd out
84's, got me shining in the lane
We been riding Blaze, stop stealing our slang
You know what, we really balling Down South
And all niggaz jamming Screw, and Swisha House
[Hook x2: Shasta]
[Shasta]
We rolling on chrome (rolling on chrome)
And we're looking good (you know we're looking good)
Gripping on wood, it's a sunny day in the hood
[Lil' Flip]
You see them 20's spinning, when I'm swanging down the strip
Diamonds hanging off my lip, my trunk banging like a Crip
Niggaz thinking I'ma slip, but I can't
If a hater try to jack, I'ma waste him like drank
I'm riding on a full tank, switching lanes like Maurice
Baguettes on my piece, Marquice on my teeth
Iceberg on my feet, with Speedy Gonzalez
Big Marv and Big H.A.W.K., yeah them my compadres
We ball everyday, Like Atino Mobley
I got a Cardier, but have you seen my Roley
I ride Navigator, it's my Navigator
I feel like Teela, bye bye haters
As I slide by Jamaica, sipping medicine
We wanna bring our cups in, but they won't let us in
So we hit Cornbread's, and went back to the house
I'ma hold it down for Screw, know what I'm talking bout
[Big Moe:]
I sipp codeine
It makes a southside playa lean (makes me leeeaaaan)
Stackin green (yeeea)
Steady stackin green, steady sippin codeine (codeine)
Screwed Up Click
Representin dat H-Town and with it (and with iiittt)
It's goin down
Representin dat southside of dat H-Town (southside of dat H-Tooown)
It's Big Moe (moooe)
I Never been a hoe
Sippin on a purple 4 (yeeea)
And a playa made
Keep a tight ball fade if da syrup is straight (I keep a tighhhht ball fade)
Now we so big (yeeea)
Dem southside playas won't bump a grill (dats da deal)
And we like to swang
Steady swangin, bangin, rollin with da wood grain (swangin, bangin, rollin with da wood graaain)
Sippin on a bar
Jus sippin on a bar jus lookin like a star (like a staaar)
And we so true (yeeea)
[Lil Keke:]
I'm draped up and dripped out
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Three in the mornin, gettin' the gat out the stash spot
Fire up a fat sweet
Turnin' on the bulb lights
Hand on the wood grain
Ass on the tight white
I'm showin' naked butt in the great state of Texas
Home of the playas, so it never be no plexin'
So long we've been waitin'
Never ever hatin'
In Houston we Elbows, In Cali they Daytons
So 1996 you hoes better duck
Because the world gone drip candy and be all Screwed Up
Just pop in your grey cassette
Turn up your freakin' deck
Lend me your ear because the SOUTHSIDE finna wreck
Down here we smoke tree
Then let the world see true hidden talent like Screw and Lil Keke
Ain't no love for hatas and you bustin dick suckas
On the south side we stay paid MuthaFucka!
[Pocket Full of Stones - by UGK is in the background mix]
"I got a pocket fulla stones"
[DJ Screw:]
Lil Keke gone and tell 'em what time it is...
[Lil Keke:]
It's time to lay 'em down like a fresh set of dominoes
To all the playas, all the pimps, all the bitches, and all the hoes
Who's the man, who's the boss
Who's the nigga that payed the cost
I really don't give a damn cause I ain't the one who gonna take the
Loss
Grippin a grand up in the slant workin' the wood It's understood,
Flippin these fo's and slammin these doors,
Pullin' these girls, and wearing these clothes
Who in the the hell was able to tell the southside they had to chill
From hittin' that boulevard "con" belts and buckles, woman and grill
I'm poppin that trunk and smokin that skunk and pulling off candy red
Sittin on buck, not givin' a f**** and able to turn a head
Somethin' serious when I let go cause I got a way with words
I'm able to clown when using a noun to take the place of verbs
My lyrics go together like a pair of socks and shoes
My flow is slow because it's bolted down by DJ Screw
Take it from me, the boy Lil Ke, the H- The A- the R- and D
Menace to society
Born and raised to be a G
I grabs the "phone" go on and on
Two or three songs I won't postpone
Cause these lyrics comin' the very top of my dome
So many ways it pays
If you can flip the script by moving your tongue
And take a dose and listen close, promise that you'll be sprung
Jackers and hustlers, players and macks
Foreign doors and Cadillacs
Syrup codine that makes you lean and killer sweets rolled out the sack
All these things remain the same because I'm so able to win,
[talking]
Screwzoo, what's the deal baby
Lil' Trae up in here, putting it down
Trying to hold it down, know I'm saying
Everybody out here, still representing to the fullest
You know I'ma hold it down fa sho
Aint no mo' being sad, we gon put it in they face
Again and again, just like you say know I'm saying
We gon smile fa sho
[Trae]
Sitting low behind tints, swanging to Southwest
I got a tech to the chest, penetrating the plex
And if a nigga don't know, we Down South thugs
In the Dirty Third, that's going off like slugs
Beating the boulevard, and swanging in throwed cars
And talking on cellulars, three plus two broads
With a bad broad, shotgun up in the frame
You know Guerilla Maab thugs, be down to pull stunts
On the first of the month, popped up like trunks
And when a nigga showing off, we pump up punks
Fin to dump, showing a nigga Lil' Trae don't play
Blue over grey with a K, fin to make your day
Breaking the mic, since my reputwa
Like niggas at Cornbread's, sipping the bar
Like Roy Jones, when he be breaking a jaw
Like two dykes, in a menage tois
Lyrically, I can't be stopped
Niggas can't see me, even if I was 3-D
I told you once, and I'ma say it out again
S-L-A-B, be raw pimping a pen
In the wind for the divid-ends, and a big body Benz
With the bubble lens, moving it down I-10
Taking a spin, a Cardier with the blue lens
On my grind, steady stacking all of my ends
I'm moving slow, turning everybody head
So you know I'm thoed, I'm fin to pop my do's
On glass 4's fin to pop my trunk, with a lot of glow
I got a lot of flow, and a lot of thugs
From the Southeast side to the block, I put
All of my ghetto motherfuckers, steady showing love
Throwing a deuce in the air, when they feeling us
I know you feeling us
[Hook x2]
On the Southside
Candy sprayed, looking so live
84's and vogues, we glide
Screwzoo, you know we holding it down
[Trae]
Niggas ain't ready, for what we do
When I'm in my drop, or in the hoodo
Pull up on the block, with grey on the blue
With four 18's, and banging Screw
I don't give a damn, if y'all hate me
When it come to rap, y'all can't fade me
A lot of y'all niggas, know who we be
I'ma tell you once, you better let me be
In the zone, cause I'm thoed off
Niggas wanna think, that I fell off
But I gotta stay four steps, ahead of y'all
So when I feel plex, I'ma haul em off
3-65, I gotta watch my back
Every song that I'm on, I bring hats
Gotta hell of a stop, making niggas squash the chat
I done proved my points, so you better back back
From Guerilla Maab 3D-2
Paid my dues, I'm in a store near you
Staying true, when I'm thinking about Screw
Everyday, I'ma always loving you
Mayn, I know it just don't stop
84's and tipping slow, on chops
Lose the cops, I got a trunk on knock
Please believe, Trae headed to the top
[Hook x2]
[Trae]
Living down in H-Town, I gotta do my thang
I'm on the grind full time, holding down my name
S.U.C. affiliated, niggas hate it
And I'm still on point, when I'm gripping the grain
I put it all in your face, when I stay on the paper chase
And niggas wanna plex, cause I'm ahead of the race
Better hold that down, cause I'm a real nigga
Educated in the streets, so I'm clicked up with killas
Dougo, Rocko, Jay'Ton and By-Bo
In the air like hydro, they know
We so toed, kicking down the do'
And like the Z-Ro say, I'm thinking you better let it go
Pulling up in the wide body fo' do', with the missing top
So the hoes'll bop, roll stop and drop, you know I cock the glock
And for the P-A-T, you know we still body rock
In the Coupe or foreign car, slabbed out
Screens on glow, coming out the stash spot
Soldiers that's united for the cash, a lot
And for the love of Screw you, I'm riding on knot
That's everyday, and I'm loving it mayn
Ain't shit changed, I gotta go get it
Come back with it, and I won't quit
Sideways on a switch, representing for the click bitch
[DJ Screw]
A mufucka wonder what I'll do
Kill you bitch, pop-pop a lot
Youth or ancient, whats the deal?
Southside it's a new era, knoimsayin?
Put you on your boy's mind, real shit
Know what I'm talkin about?
[Verse 1: DJ Screw]
Nobody seems to understand that my brain ain't stable
They got me out on a ledge, feel like I'm fallin off the edge
It ain't no fable, it's re-ali-ty
Feel like I'll move an your fizzin
they're tryin to tackle me, thats why I keep up the business
So relative or stranger, better keep yo' distance
I can't determine friend from foe so you in danger
Chemical inbalances of the weed and cocaine
But it really don't matter to society
A nigga that got no face an no name
Deservin more, but I'ma move until I ain't got nothin left
An the only thing thats promised to me is more povert and death
Cuz theres some niggaz lookin for me an they might be near
And if they kill me dont shed a tear, Remember I'm a heavy here
Even still, gotta keep my eyes on the prize
Although my vision is blurry I'm losing life in a hurry
Even my girlfriend dont understand
Don't want her to witness the wicked
so please find yourself another man... haters feel me
[Chorus: x2]
This..is..my..liiiife
Forgotten in the struggllle
Livin to shine
[Verse 1: screwed and chopped]
[DJ Screw - Verse 2]
Opposition and proposition is schemin for cash
And if you bitches is scandilous, I get mad at ya
So I alleviate the pressure, don't try to run
I guarantee the slugs'll catch ya (hahahaha)
Oh yea, I keep some problem solvers
I'll pistol-whip my automatic and revolver, check it
An I'm a, "hello bab-ay", it's in my nature
This a must it ain't a maybe p.k.
The feds takin pictures and tappin my phones
But if I catch you bitches snitchin best believe me it's on
I analyze an visualize to open fire on bitches
And if I catch you bastards asleep I'm leavin bodies in ditches (huh?)
I'll bet they ask a bastard: "feel like spendin a long one in a casket?"
check it
Niggaz bustin your ass, all I'll give you's a ski mask
Bustin shots from my Rolles, tryin to make your car crash (feel me)
... This is MY LIFE
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: screwed and chopped]
[Verse 3: DJ Screw]
Everybody think I love keepin impulsive pride tappin
But I know they wouldn't give a fuck about me if there wasn't no money in rappin
See I know they wanna get rich off of me, understand
Even if I was to die I would still rep talk, they'd still put a mic in my hand
Quit tryin to cover my style of life, pretendin like they from my block
But I survive from willin to live while they depend on war and talk
Before you make your move, check yourself and give 'er in front of me
Even if lyrical strugglin, adjust your ticket cuz you know how dead your gonna be
There's gon' be a dentist to see
When a nigga be screamin and hollarin "I'm yo' Godfather"
But I guess it's just the menace in me
Plus, the only nigga that's keepin me from clickin is Herman Fisher
We dont care cuz to kid us he'll get us a drink and infinite burnin swishers
Why they wanna play with my life? they got families, nigga I don't
The only thing between me an them hoes is I'ma keep thuggin they timid ass home
But they mind they own goddamn business, and keep theyself outta mine
Because of a thin line between livin they business and boo-yah!
Caught with the nine baby
[Everybody talking]
Man it's about five in the motherfuckin' morning (Ha, ha, ha)
And a nigga can't sleep (Ha, ha, ha), ya know what I'm sayin'
I'm thristy than a bitch, what's the deal
Shit I'm bout to call up my bitch in the paint
See what she up to, know what I'm sayin'
Pull over and see what's the deal, know what I'm sayin'
Nineteen ninety motherfuckin' nine (Nineteen ninety nine)
Nineteen ninety nine, can't you see, nineteen ninety nine
(The whole Screwed Up Family) third coast, H-Town
Texas ballers (Real G's hook it up)
Got my money on my mind (Cause we down south)
[Hook]
We got our mind on our money, money on our mind
Screwed Up Click for life and ya know we put it down
We got our mind on our money, money on our mind
Finger on our trigga nigga, hand on our nine
[DJ Screw]
I gotta thinkin' that I'm makin money all day
And to my niggas that know, we all ball this way
Never ever set trippin' got love for G's
Pimpin' on my nigga, rise up of these
I broke em' off in 92 schools, shit on the under
96, 97 gotta trunk full of thunder
All screwed up, pausin' music in the streets
And got the Feds kickin' down doors searchin' for the cheese
Down south, black Jeeps slangin' dope ass tapes
Chopin' up records, spittin' game in the brace
Outsiders lookin' in tryin' to see what I'm doin'
I'm inside lookin' out now they plan is ruined
Police takin' pictures of the crib yellin' "Drugs sold"
100,000 sold, what the fuck I need drug fo'
DJ Screw, independent in this game
Sippin' Cogn with my niggas, ain't a damn thang changed
[Hook x2]
[Al-D]
I didn't fall off like ya thought I would
I done hopped of lockdown, ballin' in the hood
G'd up on the set, soakin' wet
Hoes lickin' my sweat, from my ankles to my neck
And I ain't through yet, fixin' to cash my check
Smoke a gank of stanky dank and ride until the sunset
In my Hoo-Doo jammin' nothin' but screw-zoo
Makin' boo-koo, I'm on the ends like I used to
Still true to the game, swervin' lane to lane
Mary Jane got my window pane foggy in the rain
And man what a shame I feel so good
Fresh off lock, a nigga back in the hood
Ballin' outta control pockets roll to get swole up
Screwed Up Click worldwide and takin' over
Southside for life, this is Al-D
Livin' my life as a young black G
[Hook x2]
[Mike-D]
Yeah my cars roll candy and my hoops stay tinted
Southside, 3rd Ward represent like I'm in it
Now these niggas out here comin' and these cuts ain't givin' a damn
Better adapt, as they strapped, why these hoes got me tapped
Get a slub and hit em' in the freckles
Lookin' for Hyde crock a lie with the Jeckyll
Chick be a trip so I peep when I flip
They get more and more hip with every bumpin' hit
With the turns, lettin' it burn, dodgin' white folks
Zones to the dome got me guffed in weed smoke
These streets be like freaks ready to fuck, butt naked
Get some of that head when they least expect it
Glock sittin' on my hood's hip and I'ma bail
That shit was hell, had my ace brain under my fingernail
Better smell the dope analyze the lines
Gone off pine stayin' crooked all the times
[Hook x2]
[Clay-Doe]
In this game if ya snooze ya lose
I paid my dues, roads to riches is the path I choose
Stackin' my fetti full focus, with my eyes on the prize
Watchin' for hoes and foes while I'm on the uprise
Fill the heater with extra clips, rollin' so low
Cause ya never know what homo wanna break ya off on the low low
Ridin' for mine cause I trust my bitch, my glock
For these niggas that shortstop, I bombard they road blocks
And marked for death versus a damn Mafia hit
Got me fucked up from droppin' LP's with the Click
We talk the talk and we walk the walk
Realest niggas from the south straight hoggin' with the galk
We got our mind on our money, money on our mind
My fingers on my trigga and I'm gone off nine
[Big Moe:]
It's going down tonight on that south side said it's going down on the south side
I'm that nigga big ass moe sippin on infoe everday stay sippin the foee chilling with
My nigga screw we rolling whodoo we rolling behind tent in the whodoo and we
Stay so playa made sippin syrup in the shade steading sippin on the syrup in the shade
[chrous x2]
It's going down tonight... tonight it goes down it's going down tonight... tonight it goes down
It's going down tonight... tonight it goes down it's going down tonight it's gonna go down
[Big Moe:]
It's going down tonight on that south side I said it's going down on the south side
Don kee like me down to roll candy that south side g's roll candy and you now we
Playa keeps a tight bald fade south side g's keep a tight bald fade and you now there\
Screwed up click you now we are thick I said the screwed up click are thick
[chrous:]
It's going down tonight... tonight it goes down it's going down tonight... tonight it goes down
[DJ Screw]
Wassup PacMan, knowwhatimsayin, that Shawn, that Kevin, that Con Dre, Lil
Riz locked, Triple X, ha ha
La Da Da Da Da Da, La Da Da Da Da Da
[Big T]
I, I got to, got to be T, that's all I could be
So man I'm puttin' it down in this damn industry
Leaps, Leaps and my fam, so here I am
Bob, bob, wide wide, drop drop, bout time, time
Cause that aint never been me, and aint gon never be me
And now its plain to see, trip, trippin wit T
I'm still blowin on trees, won won, lost lost, won won
Big big cheese, chop choppin on the beat
Reppin Worm and T, sippin on 4's and we riding on 3's
I'm blessed, blessed cause we're some of the best
Now give us give us order, order and we're keepin it
Down, Down from the South to the Nawf
Tha East to the West and we aint settling for less
Now jump, jump for the whole southside
La da da da da da da da
[Chorus]
Big T, is in the house tonight
La da da da da da da da
Flip, Flip, is in the house tonight
La da da da da da da da
World, world ya'll is in the house tonight
La da da da da da da da
House, house in tha house tonight
La da da da da da da da
[Lil' Flip]
Now when you see me on the streets, I'm smokin sweets
And I always keep a bad broad close to me
Long hair yellabone wit a college degree
I see Big T number on my caller ID
He's gotta, gotta do a show at the Bayou Classic
If you can't see me ballin', then you need glasses
Million, million dollar star that's how I carry myself
Girls, girls barkin barkin cause ima playa myself
I sent(represent), sent the Southside of Houston, Texas
I can't drive a Acura cause I'm used to Lexus
Eva, Eva seen a watch wit big ol princess
I live in the Clove, Clove big big ol Benz, benz
Time, time I drop a song, I'm showin my spine
All I need is a eighth, to go wit my pound
Coldest, Coldest rap star that you eva saw
Got me, got me like like a sip of barre
[Chorus]
Time, time goes on, I'm still puttin' it down
Some things don changed, a million dollars later now
Big T what you gonna do? Gotta, gotta ???????????
I knew, knew and I aint gon even trip
I gotta stay on my game so I won't even slip
Show, show, I'm here to let you know
Baton, Baton, O O (N.O), Tyler Tyler
Momma momma you are appreciated
You taught ya boy T to neva eva playa hate
For what, anotha got, got, anotha brotha do
Time to play, play, time, time to move move
That's a deuce deuce, stay down and be true
Throw the game ova and know who riding through through
Big ol Big ol pretty houses
Big ol Big ol foreign cars
I done, done, I'm sip barre barre
[Hook: Miss Asiah]
I'm gonna miss you Screw
(I'm gonna miss you Screw)
I'm gonna miss you Screw
(yes I will)
I'm gonna miss you Screw
(oooh)
And it's coming from that Big Tyme crew
(oh we gonna miss you baby)
[Ronnie Spencer]
Hey fellas yeah, I don't know what I'm gonna do, ooooh, mmm
Now I can't live my life, without you Screw yeah
And everytime, I'm flipping down the Avenue (flipping down)
I see that bubble gum Impala, coming through (coming through)
And I knooooow, it's DJ Screw (la-da-da-da-da-da)
Even though you made it, you made it (ooh you made it)
Oooh you always kept it real, yeah
[Hook]
[Ronnie Spencer]
It was bad enough, when someone stole my Screw tape
Oh I was devastated, devastated
What I'm trying to say, what I'm trying to say
Oh you really will be missed, until I see you again one day
Ooooh oooh, until I see you Screw, yeah ooooh
Even thoooough, you made it
You always kept it real, keep it real Screw
[Hook x3]
[Ronnie Spencer]
Big Tyme, Big Tyme
Yeeeeeah, gonna miss you baby
And everybooooody, everybody gon miss you baby
"gonna get high wit tha blanksta [x2]
[point blank]
Psk scooped me up now it's time to roll
creepin through south park on tha beamer patrol
I got tha ho's in tha wind
jus lost my beeper at tha fleet
damn,fuck it I guess no of my ho's won't be pagin me
but its friday and I'm tight tryin to find some more drugs
[Big moe]
blank lets paint tha town red
[point blank]
man they be hatin me at the club
so im a roll with the click, cause they might get in some shit
anotha night anotha fight, especially fuckin round wit this sight
its all good cause I'm down for whatever and I mean it
for tha ones who don't know it ask the ones who done seen it
you respect me ima respect you thats that ain't nuttin new
black and reds tha set I claim
I even got hommies thats down for blue
so watch your self in tha zone when its time to get it on
tha Blanksta in tha house creepin on tha come up like bone
If you wanna get blown, don't be scared to scream
cause everyone in tha parkin' lot be askin me
[chorus x2]
"I wanna get high wit tha blanksta please
Just chill and hit tha sweet young g's
we jus blowin big killa wit tha niggaz
oh yeah blowin big killa wit my niggaz
[point blank]
"after tha club whats ta hap?
stop ta go and rob tha japs
bitches jammed in tha car I even had two ho's on my lap
blowin big, takin swigs, drinkin surb, smokin sticks
I jus hope we don't go to jail for rapin one of these bitches
lights out its quiet now somebody yelled (SWITCH)
I heard a glass hit the floor and out screamed a bitch(ahhhh)
young nate jus couldn't wait
they were gonna lock his ass back up
(why you say that blank)
shoulda seen how he had that ho
back up against tha bed head bangin on tha wall
I'm fryin out to my screw tape sayin
"I'm fuckin all ya'll
every body naked, walkin, dicks are erected
I don't give a fuck what yall do just as long as yall don't break shit
[chorus]
jus in case you don't know I fuck all them stupid ho's
everybody get their clothes, nigga its time to hit tha door
for I go I wanna send a shout out to all my baby freaks
I'm fuckin all yall next week
we gonna hook up bout 12 on a pm tip, rollin, gettin fried out
jammin that stick in to a comma
everybody crunk now
disrespect me since I got sounds in tha trunk
now bumpin, jumpin, everybody blowed
I won't stop had to ? a squat before tha show
niggas hate the click, knew when we roll in
knowin damn well If it goes down, oh shit there they go again
drama, niggas strictly drama
fool we sippin on serb, chill, codine
straigt blowin up tha scene
? at 13 tru rollin stinky green, lets rlde I wanna get high wit tha blanksta
[Ronnie Spencer]
La-da-da-da-da-da-da, oh-ooooh
La-da-da-da-da-da-da, I know you so real
You so real, Screw you yeah
[Chorus: Ronnie Spencer]
Screw is so real, it's hard to stay strong
Cause one day you here, then the next day you gone
Living in the dark, now Screw is in the light
Trying to focus our life, everyday and night
[Lil' Flip]
I represent H-Town, down for my block
I started off the game, with the Botany Big Shots
Did Diamondz N' Ya Face, got a lot of game
Start fucking with Screw, now I got underground fame
Fucked with E.S.G., and I had to buy the house
Did a lot of shows, represented for the South
Made a little group, called H.S.E
Dropped a tape, and we sold bout 23
Thousand fucking units, now we doing better
Dropped The Leprechaun, and I got a lot of cheddar
Sold a hundred thousand, made about a million
Now I got a Jag, with DVD's in the ceiling
Just got a deal, with Scarface
Now everybody hating, but they smiling in my face
They call me Lil' Flip, I'ma stay true
Got a mic with a crown, say R.I.P. Screw
[Chorus x2: Ronnie Spencer]
[H.A.W.K.]
I wish, I wish, I wish
I didn't have to write to this, recite to this
Blow a square flight to this, but Screw you missed
All I can do is sit back, and reminisce
It was all good times, at the crib spitting rhymes
Put it on our mind, that we were destined to shine
From scratching on turn tables, to running a record label
Mixing Tupac and Biggie, with some Kane & Abel
We formed a click, that couldn't be fucked with
You ran the Hardest Pit, with the Dead End Click
It was E.S.G., Lil Keke, Big Pokey, G-R-A-C-E
Your Boy Al-D, P-A-T
C-Note and Willean, and them boys from Botany
You brought in Big Moe, my nigga Z-Ro
Mike D and Clay-Do, Lil' Flip and Lil' O
Them boys from the Fo', them boys from the Tre
And last but not least, there was H-A-W-K
I having nothing else to say, but you were so real
And that's the way you make me feel
[Chorus x2: Ronnie Spencer]
[Grace]
Screw was my DJ, and that boy was so real
Introduced me to the mic, put me on dubs showing skills
Went from block bleeder, pimping pens staying paid
Baptized in the click, writing rhymes living leid
Had to pay my dues, wreck 25 screws
Put it down with the best, label me one of the trues
V.T. from S.U.C., and I still stand tall
G-R-A-C-E, gon represent it till I fall
Still do it with the click, staying thoed in the mix
Got it by my DJ, fa sho to turning crumbs to bricks
Escape from the dark, now let the light shine through
Although he up above, the Don still come through
Push my pen keep it real, esperbertion sharpened skills
Motivation, determination to get that house on the hill
Ever since the day we met, with me and Los kept it rue
So for that until we gone, stay acting bad jamming Screw
[Chorus x2: Ronnie Spencer]
[DJ Screw]
Wassup PacMan, knowwhatimsayin, that Shawn, that Kevin, that Con Dre, Lil
Riz locked, Triple X, ha ha
La Da Da Da Da Da, La Da Da Da Da Da
[Big T]
I, I got to, got to be T, that's all I could be
So man I'm puttin' it down in this damn industry
Leaps, Leaps and my fam, so here I am
Bob, bob, wide wide, drop drop, bout time, time
Cause that aint never been me, and aint gon never be me
And now its plain to see, trip, trippin wit T
I'm still blowin on trees, won won, lost lost, won won
Big big cheese, chop choppin on the beat
Reppin Worm and T, sippin on 4's and we riding on 3's
I'm blessed, blessed cause we're some of the best
Now give us give us order, order and we're keepin it
Down, Down from the South to the Nawf
Tha East to the West and we aint settling for less
Now jump, jump for the whole southside
La da da da da da da da
[Chorus]
Big T, is in the house tonight
La da da da da da da da
Flip, Flip, is in the house tonight
La da da da da da da da
World, world ya'll is in the house tonight
La da da da da da da da
House, house in tha house tonight
La da da da da da da da
[Lil' Flip]
Now when you see me on the streets, I'm smokin sweets
And I always keep a bad broad close to me
Long hair yellabone wit a college degree
I see Big T number on my caller ID
He's gotta, gotta do a show at the Bayou Classic
If you can't see me ballin', then you need glasses
Million, million dollar star that's how I carry myself
Girls, girls barkin barkin cause ima playa myself
I sent(represent), sent the Southside of Houston, Texas
I can't drive a Acura cause I'm used to Lexus
Eva, Eva seen a watch wit big ol princess
I live in the Clove, Clove big big ol Benz, benz
Time, time I drop a song, I'm showin my spine
All I need is a eighth, to go wit my pound
Coldest, Coldest rap star that you eva saw
Got me, got me like like a sip of barre
[Chorus]
Time, time goes on, I'm still puttin' it down
Some things don changed, a million dollars later now
Big T what you gonna do? Gotta, gotta ???????????
I knew, knew and I aint gon even trip
I gotta stay on my game so I won't even slip
Show, show, I'm here to let you know
Baton, Baton, O O (N.O), Tyler Tyler
Momma momma you are appreciated
You taught ya boy T to neva eva playa hate
For what, anotha got, got, anotha brotha do
Time to play, play, time, time to move move
That's a deuce deuce, stay down and be true
Throw the game ova and know who riding through through
Big ol Big ol pretty houses
Big ol Big ol foreign cars
I done, done, I'm sip barre barre
Rakim the microphone soloist
Follow procedures the crowd couldn't wait to see this
Nobody been this long awaited since Jesus
Who wouldn't believe this I heard the word on the street is
I'm still one of the deepest on the mic since Adidas
They said I changed the times from the rhymes that I thought of
So I made some more to put the New World in Order
With Mathematics, put your status above the average
And help you rappers, make paragraphs with graphics
'Cause new days is dawnin', new ways of peformin'
Brain stormin', I write and watch the night turn to mornin'
On and on and, I got the whole world respondin'
Rock, I keep it hot and blow the spot without warnin'
The Emperor, well known for, inventin' a sentence
Full of adventure, turnin' up the temperature
Rush with adrenaline, how long has it been again
To be in the state of min'd that Rakim is in?
Rakim, the microphone soloist
When I'm out proppin', either, hangin' or shoppin'
People see me stop and ask me when the album droppin'
The wait is over, information like a soldier
Like I told ya, greater stronger, now that I'm older
I broke the, code of silence with overloads of talents
My only challenge, is not to explode in violence
I'm Asiatic, and blazin' microphones a habit
At least once durin' the course of a day, it's automatic
In ghetto apparel, mind of a Egyptian Pharaoh
Far from shallow, thoughts travel like an arrow
Allah's monotony, so far they can't stop me
You know, Ra want property like Mumar Khadafi
More thoughts than Bibles, recital, taught disciples
A sawed off mic, so words scatter like a rifle
Thoughts that's trifle, I'm bustin' these for you
Aiyyo, technical difficulties is through
Rakim, the microphone soloist
Rakim, the microphone soloist
Rakim, the microphone soloist
When I float at night, I show 'em new heights, I go to write
They know I strike with new prototypes to blow the mic
Critics and biters, don't know where my source of light is
Still leave authors and writers with arthritis
Cursed kids like the Pyramids when they found the style
First to ever let a rhyme flow down the Nile
The rebirth of hip-hop'll be dropped now
'Cause the crowd didn't hear the original in a while
So be alarmed, what you 'bout to see is the bomb
Like, 3-D in' 'Nam, vivid like CD-Rom
Info kept like "Internet.com"
My notebook's my bond like the Holy Quran
Since I came in the door, said it before
But no I ain't down with Eric B no more
At night the open mic be invitin' me to rhyme
So yo I'm online, it's been a long time
Rakim, the microphone soloist
ESG -
All aboard! Hahaha, foo, ain't nothing but a G ride.
Big Moe -
(Ooooh, ooh, ooh, ooooh, yeah)
(nothing like that G ride, baby, yeah!)
(nothing like that G riiide, yeah, oooh yeah!)
ESG -
Up, early, to wash my face
Probation was the place,
Before I blow out tha door, vibration on my waist,
Now that's my fool, what's the rule?
Go to jail if I miss?
I might as well post bail, cuz ima fail If I piss.
I hit the highway, the fly way, as the wind blows.
I got that indo, some gin hoe,
So I'm gonna spin vogues. (ooh, wee, baby, yeeah)
And blowin', while this pimp game is steady showin,
Sun beamin and screamin, while these slim things is strollin.
High shinin green the skunk, we some fiends for the funk,
Im cracking the ground in, these poundin' four 15's in my trunk,
Cuz ima baller til I die, I think I'll call her cuz im high, (cuz im high)
Late night hype so tight, these suckas be goin' down, I can't lie,
But I'm right about now, dem hoes is gone so it's on,
Might as well just get gone and get, like, trapped in the zone. (the zone)
Cuz I got tha automatic fo' the static inside,
I'm getting fried and high, (im getting fried, baby)
Mothafucka, it's nothing but a g ride.
Chorus x 4
I hit a, curb, swiggity swerve, see u fiendin' fo' it,
Folks scream, “it's smoke!” sun beamin' locs,
But I let the top down, I can't stop now,
15's bang, about to knock the block down.
U wanna see the E? then ima hit cha,
The mack 11 hit cha, while the rotweiler bit cha.
(??) devils do drop, with a new glock,
It's a red, not a blue dot, slowed-out Tupac.
Fingerprints and dirty sheets (who now, goooo down? yeah) on the first day,
Celebrate my birthday, in tha worst way.
I'm on lock, no block, no boys on my block,
The dope case in my face, the fence was too high to hop.
The matchbox of rocks, now crooked cops can't stop, (nothing but that G ride, baby)
Lord, help a young nigga make it to his next box.
Smoking a sweet, poking at freaks got me weak inside, (oh baby!)
Locked up for 18 months, but I ain't crunk,
It's nothing but a G ride.
How can I come up (sitting)
How can I come up (sitting)
How can I come up,
From the inside looking out
Sitting in there this kind of jail
Spending all my little time
My driving faster cars
I'm just staying at bars
And about to lose my mind
So I get up to take a shower
For . are everywhere
Saw a trustee eating more than me
And I thought it wasn't fair
And it hurts right here
Stuck in here for a year
Sitting in the county
I'm living in an hourglass
Twiddling my fucking thumbs
Waiting on time to pass
Till my next court date
But if you been to the county
You know you're holding your own fate
In your own hands
About to go in front of the judge
Hoping for a chance
To speak out, and just be heard
To put the scene of the crime in your own words
Thinking witness, man, I doubt to my scenario
Maybe now, but I got one shot
So here I go.
Right now I can't afford to be locked up.
Niggas and the crooks
I keep my dope and that's fucked up
For what I said you know I about to get a gang or time
They found me guilty
And now I'm confined
To an over-crowded cell in the county
For what's my boy said
They billed a hired bounty hunter
To make the most and, you know, stick around
Cause like a beef in the night
I'm damn sure go'n skip town
But who could blame a brother for doing this
But for now I'm on the inside looking out
(Sitting in there this kind of jail)
Sane about to lose my mind
Sitting in the courtroom
I'm staring at the fucking judge
Don't want to plead
Cause I know that I had the drugs
And the justice system is fucked up
Chances of being black and getting off really suck
Cause young black men
Couple of problems
I really
My way
Trying to solve them
Because the judge got me
In oppression
Once in a jail cell
Now I learned my lesson
They found me guilty
And sentenced me 20 to life
They found me guilty
And sentenced me 20 to life
I'm reading page by page
Of the Bible every night
Praying to God to forgive me for my sins
Saying to myself that I'll never do it again
Lying to myself
Now ain't that a damn shame
When I get out this bitch
I'll be jumping back in the game
But for now I better do my time
With good behavior
Walking through the gate my thoughts shout
Cause I'm on the inside out
Cause I'm on the inside looking out.
Feeling bad cause I'm on the inside looking out.
(Sitting in there this kind of jail)
Sane about to lose my mind
Back to the mother fuckin stank
Fuck the dumb shit
Cause this time I'm damn sure
Go'n run the tank
Getting swol' . mother fucker
Thinking about them stank
Ho's coming through this bitch
Dropping niggas by the ankles
And the niggas that's been
Know what I'm talking about
Is my stomach strong enough
To hold this shit
Till I get out
This mother fucker . me
A chamber full of misfits
Three . and a cot
Some hard ass bitch gets
The county's a bitch, boy
That's paranoid as a nigga get
Slap the living shit
Out of a nigga for a cigarette
They got me off the street
Although my life was very fucked up
For jacking for cars
Now I'm jacking for commissary
No time to play bully in the county
Ain't no stars, nigga
Trying to squeeze your head
Through the motha fuckin bars
Bitch take the shoes off your feet
Or even worth it trying to hang you
With the motha fuckin bed sheets
Sleep with your eyes open
If you want to see daylight
Cause when I get out this bitch
I'm damn sure go'n go right
Cause coming up on the street
Is what my life was all about
But how can I come up,
From the inside looking out?
