DJ Screw — Tribulations Freestyle

[Intro] Correy Blunt and Screw Yeah Now this what we gon' do Yeah I'm gon' give it to Mike D Yeah Let me just see [Mike D] Well since you got a player nigga first Let me kick off the shit and watch me drop my bumper kit, nigga And come through with my 9mm handy Rolling red, (ikey ike?) candy, understand me? H-Town player, smoking sweets by the pound Popping trunks, showing sounds when a nigga come around Fresh outta (?), mobbing down that MLK Headed to the Trey, I think I need a drank today Ain't been the same since a young nigga growed up Beeper blowed up, when I showed up, hold up Ain't no excuse for a young nigga to (?) Staying starched (?), gots to be player down About the whole situation, talking 'bout the south side, know'm saying? It's nothing but the hoo-ride And I'mma pass the MIC to my nigga Fat Pat And we gon' make it for the southside, see? [Mr. 3-2] And that's how it be But right about now you got the player named 3 dash 2 I might blast you, tryna swang on me, nah, what you tryna do Ah, nah... me come from the back in the black Cadillac, strapped Who we got next? Fat Pat Huh And it's like that... Know'm saying? [Fat Pat] It's like, Fat like this, with the twist, syrup and lemonade Versace shades, rolling on blades Three pieces, smoking sweets's It's the Fat Pat and I got the leases and I got the pieces To the puzzle if you wanna put it together I got my Glock, I'm ready to peel your cap and I'm strapped At all times, sipping syrup and wine It's going down, that's on the southside of town That's what I say every day as we parlay This the P-A-T, no I don't play Take a hoe slow, fuck her slow Slam the door, scratch out on a 84 Three-wheel, from here to Cali Deep down in the valley Shooting dice in the alley They can't fuck with the nigga P-A-T Fucking with the nigga 3-2, and this how we do it, G [Mr. 3-2] On the southside of town We bound to smoke a pound We get it lit, all around And this is how we do Coming through, staying true Southside Playaz and 3-2 Huh As we come down in the bourbon Swerving Damn near hit the curb and- Here come the laws, the HPD Now Screw, DJ Screw what you got for me? A motherfucking dub, is it a dub? That's the shit I love When I rub-a-dub They want the weed But I won't pass Although I smash off on 1984 glass [Mike D] Back in the motherfucking house Player nigga coming down got to straight bounce In the 7 deuce Cutlass Niggas can't touch this Slam hard doors and I hit like Douglas Knock a nigga down with the 50 clip round Got to explode coming out the H-Town Down with my nigga 3-2 So what you wanna do When I come up in the hoo-doo And umm... blast back with the 9mm Got to keep it crunk rolling sweets after sweets after sweets And I'mma pass the damn microphone to my nigga P-A to the T Show a nigga what you got for Mike D [Fat Pat] I got something for Mike D Lets hit the streets and ride drop top, see? I got my Glock in my lap and (?) don't guess With the piece on Fat Pat is a mess Fuck the stress, what's the plex? And what's next with these niggas on my block that wanna try to check My game, what's my name? Six letter nick name I'll spell it out in the game F-A-T P-A-T, can you see me? With C.B. riding on the what? Blades, 'sace shades, syrup and lemonade I done got paid, so what the fuck you Doing in my face? Murder was the case So don't perpetrate I ain't got time to waste I'll spill the bloody body Like John Gotti It's the Fat Pat and you know that I be flying Skying high in the sky like a kite Dove shove nigga get this and I'll rub your face in the mud Nigga what? Huh [Mr. 3-2] Ay We ain't finished, cuz Know'm saying? 'Cus I got money on my mind, thinking 'bout a bank With this motherfucking big red, mixed with some codeine drank And it's feeling me, making me feel good So I roll through the hood with the top down And these motherfucking boys know I'm out now On lock but now these hoes jock now And I'm rolling up the strip Smoking a dip Fuck it I don't give a shit On my cellular phone Calling up a bop' from the north Fin' to go out there and knock her down, knock her off 'Cus it goes down just like this With that boy named 3 to the 2 but my real name is Chris Come and see me if you wanna ride We got the vibe and we all from the side And I don't even have to say which one Because you know we stay strapped You know we got the gun under the seat, with the heat For them plexing boys riding up on side of me I got something beneath me So when you see me you better not plex I got the boom boom And leave you dead on your back Yes, man It's going down on the south side And a nigga named 3-2, alright [Fat Pat] 3-2's out, and I'm in 2 deep, with the twins, that's my friends But I'll peel your cap if you outta line Stepping to a player you will get slapped down Diamonds on my hand, diamond in my mouth Know I represent where the place called the south Never shite Take your life Don't think twice Either with a gun or a knife I got my game, I do it well Clientele, dope swell And it sell Yeah I get paid Riding on blades With the C.B Hoes can you see? Can't stop us Don't knock us People jock us I'm on the clock and I'm cleaning up on your block Cannot stop with my shit because uh I come down and I lay down the bumper kit Won't quit Get up and smack a bitch But quick to smash off in my hoo-doo and go and hit Man, it's like that in the 5 I'mma show out 'cus the diamonds in my mouth [Mike D] But I got to be player down It's that Mike D, I come around Just decline Make a little name for myself Young nigga out for the fame and the wealth But I'm down with my nigga Ricky Rose In the damn south and that's how it goes I'm rolling with my niggas with my finger on the trigger Ready to play these (?) haters 'cus I know they out to get me Can't catch me slipping, homes I'm Versace down to the drawers You got the pause for the cause, 3-wheel motion Sipping syrup potion Got to catch me Nigga on the down low 'Cus I got to G-O Out the door like this '94 It's the 9 to the 6 Still in the mix Turning tricks Making uh Payper turn to more paper 'Cus that's the way it go (?) [Mr. 3-2] I pulled a move in '95 Just to let these boys know I was still alive but uh It ain't nothing changed in the game Niggas done rearranged but I remain to be the same and uh Stain your brain with this funky shit Motherfuckers love the way I uh flip this shit Making stacks, drinking that codeine On the lean, on the motherfucking green also We got to do it like this in the '96 Motherfuckers going outta town and making licks Coming back with the big paper stacks Hit a lick for a 100 keys and I ain't going back To the game It's rearranged Thangs done changed when you hit the motherfucking paper stains What else should I say? Let me blow some more of this hella hay [Fat Pat] What else should we say? Game just done changed Niggas snitching, talking to the laws about my name Well I show clientele 'cus I dress swell Riding fresh cars, I'm a star, sip on barre But these haters wanna go to war 'Cus I peel a snitch, cap bitch Wanna hit the switch in my old school It's the P-A to the T and I'm a little fool On the cool Much game Never lame Got so much fame They wanna be Me Mike D or 3-2 Um, with the dash Moving fast Making cash Game'll last On and on On the microphone Hot flip phone On the way to my home G'd up C'd up in south Is what is going down