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[It's a Big E

Bun B]
This is
To the
DJ

1 Bun B]
Now once upon a not long ago
Where come down candy, and live life low
Where the fours stay chromey, and they grippin' on
And people all behave it's all to the good
came a young player from the Southside streets
Who had dreams of making music, with slowed beats
He jumped on the tables made it do it do
And so the legend of DJ Screw

(Scratched) This is dedicated to the legendary DJ

[Verse 2:

Six in the Feds at my door
Quarter mil' on the floor, the city everything shows
Yeah, still bang Screw, we love it
I know he gone, but nothing
Hawk, P.A.T., M.O.E. they all us, mane
Down here he grind and hustle,
Can't Chad Butler mane
Still on 84's, a mirror-glass like buzzers mane
the Louie duffle man, (?) still in this thing
I know my dog gone, Robert Davis, we do it mane

[Verse 3:
See, I love this
This is Screwed up
quote me, dog
You'll get screwed up
we blew one quick
My 84's they
On we sit
You know we holdin' it,
do this hit for Screw
For Hawk, for P.A.T
Even though we pushin'
But the trunk, be
reppin' SUC
R.I.P. to T
Nigga, I'mma in the 'Lac
how it s'posed, to be

[Verse 4: tha Truth]
(Jeah)
One of the realest to do shit
to Texas Screwed up, quick
Yeah, the tracks (?) it back
No one better you can get
For my nigga Robert
it up, Screw my shit
Now the true representation, makin' sure the world knew shit
Every time you think of cups, or swangers peekin' out the boards
Freestylin' off top of dome, or covered in ice and gold
salute the General, point-black, no subliminal
Tell 'em we up Texas, we go (?) like a criminal

5: Lil' O]
Here's a little story about a nigga me
(?) the cheese, nigga, SUC
South-west, H-Town, all of me
If a ho is cotton-mouth I give a bitch P
I'm so Screwed up say I talk slow
I say I listen fast when you niggas doe
And nah, I touch if the shit is not dro
If the drink is not purple, and the bitches no

[Verse 6:
blue Regal, on a Screw bluin' pilot
Helpin' everybody, that's what it to with this dollars
No collars, t-shirts and (?)
though he had a lot to do
He was never too to come and get me
I'm really Screwed-up clique, Robert L. put me in
Not a of a friend of a friend, of a friend
I can see him spinnin' in heaven in all white
he used to do on 22-34 all night

[Verse 7: Big
Niggas I that's talkin' shit
I feel that's ridin' dick
Talkin' down on the Screwed-up
They must don't know who fuckin' wit'
5-Star of the SUC
Want my clique, go through me
Go Key, and Mike. D
Then you gotta go Big Pokey
Who you know a nigga as me?
Who you know is smart as me?
wanna know how hard is he
I'm hard as the Raven's D
Betcha see, like a (?) reel/real (?)
Hardest I feel, with no deal, (?)
Plowin' through like a snowmobile
And I make beats like a (?)

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