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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 they come down candy, and live low
Where the fours stay chromey, and they grippin' on
And people all behave it's all to the good
Then a young player from the Southside streets
Who had dreams of music, with slowed down beats
He jumped on the tables made it do it do
And so the legend of DJ Screw

(Scratched) This is to the legendary DJ Screw

2: ESG]

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

[Verse 3:
See, I love life
is Screwed up clique
Don't me, dog
You'll get up quick
we blew one quick
My 84's they
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
C-Note 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
to Texas Screwed up, quick
Yeah, the (?) bring it back
No one that you can get
For my nigga Robert
it up, Screw my shit
Now the representation, makin' sure the world knew this shit
Every time you think of double cups, or swangers peekin' out the
Freestylin' off top of dome, or grills 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 story 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 Screwed up nigga say I slow
I say I listen when you niggas talk doe
And nah, I can't if the shit is not dro
If the drink is not purple, and the bitches no

[Verse 6:
Dark blue Regal, on a Screw bluin'
Helpin' everybody, that's what it used to with dollars
No collars, just and (?)
though he had a lot to do
He was never too busy to 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
Like he used to do on 22-34 all

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

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