DJ Screw — A Screw Track

[DJ Screw] Tricks Screwed Up Click For life For life Pushing for time Y'all boys gotta feel this Another Screwed Up Production know what I'm talking about? For real Know how we do it on the south Come on baby Shit, peep game [Dat Boy Grace] Roll over, jump up, south side soldier Screwed Up Pourin', blowin', showing up in foreign luxury, popped up In my hood a new day, choppers on my torso lets play Underwater, lean off drank, smoking sweets (?) That wreck your (?) to the south, shine a light on my click Underground fame, making hits, time to tell the world 'bout this shit How we do it in Texas; Benz, Beamer, 'Lac, truck or Lexus Sit on tight white, (?), dripping paint, (?) Transporting (?), hustling, fulfilling my dreams Sitting on 20's, smoked out in that bourbon, reclined on leather with screens As I roll I'm being chose, player hated by foes Spit street game in my flows, turn baby mama's to hoes [Wood] Young black male, fresh out of jail, back on the cut, so what's up These hoes still recognise my face, but my body's swoll' up I'm kinda buff, so I'm bucking, fucking and nutting on these freaks Niggas can't compete cus they weak, but I'm back, running them streets Pee on my dick and get her pregnant(?), I'm feeling bad and horrible Drama, billing up dick like my candy coat or marble I'm having a squabble with the motherfucking thoughts I'm thinking I'm blacking out, not blinking I know my ship can't be sinking I'm sipping syrup. straight popping pills with my mind thowed off I'm (?), with my nine, and I'm bout to go off I'm from the south, where niggas put the game down like OG's Tore up your hood with ten houses, ten thugs, and seven keys We got the weed, we got the cheese, and we branging it It's Wood from the hood, Screw, and all it takes we banging 'em Rolling with the Screw, the Moe, and that boy Jut Break these boys off, from the south, hit em in the gut [Big Moe] Coming from the southside, a G like me Gotta feel that G, that M-O to the fucking E I'm rolling on them blades, I'm sporting 'sace shades Them haters gotta behave, Big Moe never been no slave Big Moe from the south side, rolling in my ride (?), rolling tight, dripping out the pint(?) I'm rolling foreign car, big cup of barre It's the Big Moe, I'm looking like a star [Dat Boy Grace] Money maker, yellow bone taker, I'm with the real fucking fakers Smoke weed by the acres, hoes catch vapors, I do the time, fuck them paper Don't need them folks in my business, when I'm running the streets Sell it to the geeks, long dicking them freaks, and keeping my high at it's peak Keep weed in my lungs, Codeine down my throat, jam Screw in rooms filled with smoke I wreck the mic till that bitch broke, just can't cope when I'm on dope Nigga bow down, better yet give it up, sweet fired up, syrup in cup You tried to test, fell short out of luck, fucking with a nigga that's Screwed Up So die... 'cus your life has been taken Too many player points lost, sent you to hell, burn with Satan Destined to be great, (?), for one thing laws can't take That's my heart, real til I die, me and Screw got money to make (?) in the game... on a quest to see mil's South side soldier in the Screwed Up army sprinkling game you can feel [Wood] I been putting my game down in the same town on south side Houston Texas Where haters try to get me and hit me and stick me for rolling a Lexus Not knowing it's a rental car, thinking I'm a star, falling off or slipping While I'm pimping, and whipping, (?) Ain't the one to talk bad about bustas, I seperate 'em from the hustlers And I can't forget these bopping tricks and hood rat motherfuckers Can't trust you, far as I see you, cus you dealing with a player for the set up Serving up the game, your lane going down the drain, you end up wet up And I'm fed up, I had it to here with my people down low with the bullshit I ain't racist but I got cases in places where niggas be emptying full clips I'm (?) in a minute, get in it, when it comes to my partners With a fully loaded infra-red, and once I see you, know I got you I pop you and unload, (?) killing (?), and you hoes can't fade me Ever since I lost my baby, I don't smoke that loc'd out youngster crazy I'm a young buck with (?), really don't give a fuck about being locked up And it's fucked up I (?), I'mma hit the blocks up Dear God forgive me, for what I did in the past, and the unknown future I used to be bad as hell but now my work has turned me into a trooper It's the truth but I ain't bragging, I'm just telling y'all about my lifestyle As a wild child, in the night owl, on the south side, Glock down