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[It's a Big E

Bun B]
This is
To the
DJ

1 Bun B]
Now upon a time not long ago
Where they down candy, and live life low
Where the fours stay chromey, and they on wood
And people all like it's all to the good
Then came a young player from the streets
Who had dreams of music, with slowed down beats
He jumped on the tables it do what it do
And so begins the legend of DJ

(Scratched) This is dedicated to the legendary DJ

[Verse 2:

Six in the morning at my door
mil' on the floor, the city where everything shows
Yeah, bang Screw, we love it mane
I he gone, but nothing changed
Hawk, P.A.T., M.O.E. all above us, mane
Down here he grind and hustle,
Can't forget Butler mane
Still swang on 84's, a mirror-glass like 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 this
This is up clique
quote me, dog
You'll get up quick
Still we one quick
My 84's they
On we sit
You we holdin' it, bitch
I'mma do hit for Screw
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: tha Truth]
(Jeah)
One of the realest to do shit
Used to Screwed up, quick
Yeah, the tracks (?) it back
No one that you can get
For my nigga Robert
it up, Screw my shit
Now the true representation, makin' the world knew this shit
Every time you of double cups, or swangers peekin' out the boards
Freestylin' off top of dome, or grills covered in ice and
salute the General, point-black, no subliminal
Tell 'em we Screwed up Texas, we go (?) like a

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 up nigga say I talk slow
I say I listen fast you niggas talk doe
And nah, I can't if the shit is not dro
If the drink is not purple, and the no -whoa-

[Verse 6:
Dark Regal, on a Screw bluin' pilot
Helpin' everybody, that's what it used to with dollars
No collars, t-shirts and (?)
Even he had a lot to do
He was never too busy to 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
Like he used to do on 22-34 all

7: Big Hawk]
Niggas I feel that's shit
Niggas I feel that's dick
down on the Screwed-up Clique
They must don't know who they fuckin'
General of the SUC
Want my clique, go through me
Go Key, and Mike. D
Then you gotta go through Big
Who you know a nigga as me?
Who you nigga know is as me?
wanna 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 like a snowmobile
And I beats like a real (?)

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