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[It's a Big E

Bun B]
This is
To the
DJ

1 Bun B]
Now once upon a time not ago
Where they 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
Then came a young player from the streets
Who had of making music, with slowed down beats
He jumped on the made it do what it do
And so begins the legend of DJ

(Scratched) This is to the legendary DJ Screw

[Verse 2:

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

[Verse 3:
See, I love life
This is up clique
Don't me, dog
You'll get up quick
Still we blew one
My they stick
On we sit
You know we holdin' it,
I'mma do hit for Screw
For Hawk, for P.A.T
Even though we powder
But the trunk, be
C-Note SUC
R.I.P. to T
Nigga, swang in the 'Lac
how it s'posed, to be

[Verse 4: tha Truth]
(Jeah)
One of the to do this shit
to Texas Screwed up, quick
Yeah, the tracks (?) bring it
No one better you can get
For my nigga Robert
it up, Screw my shit
Now the true representation, makin' sure the world this shit
Every you think of double 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 Screwed up Texas, we go (?) a criminal

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

[Verse 6:
blue Regal, on a Screw bluin' pilot
Helpin' everybody, that's what it to with this dollars
No collars, t-shirts and (?)
Even he had a lot to do
He was too busy to come and get me
I'm really Screwed-up clique, L. Davis put me in
Not a friend of a of a friend, of a friend
I can see him spinnin' records in heaven in all
Like he used to do on all night

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

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