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[It's a Big E

Bun B]
This is
To the
DJ

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

(Scratched) This is dedicated to the legendary DJ

[Verse 2:

Six in the morning at my door
Quarter mil' on the floor, the city where shows
Yeah, bang Screw, we love it mane
I know he gone, but changed
Hawk, P.A.T., M.O.E. they all us, mane
Down here he and hustle, mane
Can't forget Chad Butler
Still swang on 84's, a like buzzers mane
Grab the duffle man, (?) still in this thing
I know my dog gone, Robert Davis, we gone do it

[Verse 3:
See, I love life
This is Screwed up
quote me, dog
You'll get up quick
Still we one quick
My they stick
On we sit
You know we holdin' it,
I'mma do this hit for
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: Trae tha
(Jeah)
One of the realest to do shit
Used to Screwed up, quick
Yeah, the tracks (?) bring it
No one that you can get
For my nigga Robert
Chop it up, my shit
Now the true representation, makin' sure the world knew shit
Every time you think of double cups, or swangers 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

[Verse 5: 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 I wouldn't give a bitch P
I'm so up nigga say I talk slow
I say I listen fast you niggas 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:
Dark blue Regal, on a Screw bluin'
Helpin' everybody, that's what it used to with dollars
No collars, t-shirts and (?)
though 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' in heaven in all white
he used to do on 22-34 all night

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

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