DJ Screw — I Got 5 on It Freestyle

[Kay-K] Maaan, it's crunk up in here Got that Keke and that Screw That Big Hawk We just fin' to wreck up in this We got 5 on it I'm stuck in this world, I'm thinking about my paper fool Cus hustlers know the paper rules Thinking about the shit I seen before my eyes And all the players clocking G's, stacking keys aside But now it's time for me to slip on the ave, got my big gat Got my bourbon on slab, the bullet (?) Have them hoes, fiends, with a Glock and a G I got five on it, won't you come smoke with me? Crunk for the '95 to the '96 The drop top 400, (?) yeah bitch? Young in the game, I'm never gonna change As long as my flows (?), I'mma swang For my neighborhood, where it's all good I'm rolling (?) gripping grain on some wood A point understood, gotta catch a fucking case That Kay-K in the industry in your face First to blow up with syrup in my cup I represent the '96 All Screwed Up [DJ Screw] Know'm sayin'? It's Screw What's up Kay? KeKe, Hawk, know'm sayin'? Late night int he door It don't stop, know'm sayin'? So much stress, damn I can't cope With all the drank and syrup and blowing killa smoke Staying on my hustle, each and every day Me and (?) that's the only way To survive as a young black youth I done Screwed Up the whole rap industry Screwed Up Click, coming in '96 And all you jealous player haters, y'all can eat a dick Cus it don't stop, and you know I'm stayin' down Representing the south side of the H-Town Putting in work all day, it ain't no joke I'm about a drank, Kay go and buy the smoke Now I'm 6 deep in the bourbon, steady flippin' Nigga we some players, we ain't set trippin' But I keeps my 9 for them niggas outta line If it be a murder I ain't scared to do the time I let the nigga beat it on lock outta state Man it be a trip how these niggas player hate But we gon' keep flippin' and you know we high side Cus the nigga Screw is gonna get nationwide [H.A.W.K.] Say Screw done got big, got his face in The Source Saying where's the appetizer? So nah, here's the main course Now I done grabbed the mic so you know it's time to wreck Got a hold of 5 birds, bout to fly to a (?) Got a lick up in Asia and Iraq Stopped off in Florida sold a bird to the Czech Sipping on a pint so you know I'm in the lean Got my last check, so I sold it to a (?) Made major moves didn't have no hassle Now I'm back in my jet, flipping to my castle That's the way it is, the way I want it to be Those were my dreams, now here's reality Born as a hustler since my first day of birth Struggling in this game trying to get what it's worth Now that I'm older I done really got wise Love for my homies, and these hoes I despise Bell Biv Devoe and that boy Michael (?) How you niggas learn from the bitch (?) Hoes 'bout a nigga, playa with a little money Pussy was the scent to make him act funny Turn against your friends, make her really act fraud Now she's tipping his slab down the boulevard Now the moral of the story: always stay a G Never get took by a piece of pussy Now I keep selling birds, travelling foreign places And I keep stacking dead presidents' faces Now I'm a (?) to the motherfucking bay(?) It's another lesson from the H.A.W.K [Lil' KeKe] Maaan, it's real in here, know'm talkin' bout? Lil' KeKe, You boys showing skills Screwed Up Click '96, know'm talkin' bout? Summer rising red, hair line receding Heart steady speeding, ear turn to bleeding Four corners of the streets, and three of them are shiest But the last corner is the chapter of my life The game is a book, I stopped and took a look And then I figured out I had the skills of a crook My plan and my wages, turning my pages Changing my ages, levels and stages Blood steady pumping through my veins and soul Smoke coming out my mouth and out of my nose Stress on my chest, burning me like sess Selling it for less, really ain't the best So I drift back to the days of the south Ounce up in my ass and a quarter in my mouth Now I realized that the game is more drastic Drapers in my car but it could be up in my casket So pay attention, oh did I mention? The song that we singing is a Screwed Up invention Rocks up on my wrist, dirt up in my piss Haters in my face, long against my list Stacking me a bank, sipping on this drank Getting up on my knees, because the Lord is who I thank I'm ending this song with a touch of class When I'm on the mic, I shows my naked ass Thanks for your support, what you would put forth Pay me my money, or meet me up in court Get up off my dick, we left the world sick This is Lil' KeKe representing the Screwed Up Click What?