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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 come down candy, and life low
Where the fours stay chromey, and they grippin' on
And people all like it's all to the good
Then came a player from the Southside streets
Who had dreams of making music, with 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, still bang Screw, we it mane
I know he gone, but changed
Hawk, P.A.T., M.O.E. all above us, mane
Down he grind and hustle, mane
Can't forget Chad mane
swang on 84's, a mirror-glass like buzzers mane
Grab the Louie duffle man, (?) still in this
I know my dog gone, Robert Davis, we gone do it

[Verse 3:
See, I this life
This is Screwed up
Don't me, dog
You'll get up quick
Still we one quick
My they stick
On we sit
You we holdin' it, bitch
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 this
Used to Texas Screwed up,
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 knew this shit
Every time you think of cups, or swangers peekin' out the boards
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

[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 cotton-mouth I wouldn't give a P
I'm so up nigga say I talk slow
I say I fast when you niggas talk doe
And nah, I can't if the shit 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 this dollars
No collars, just 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 of a friend of a friend, of a friend
I can see him spinnin' records in heaven in all
Like he to do on 22-34 all night

[Verse 7: Big
Niggas I feel that's shit
Niggas I feel ridin' dick
down on the Screwed-up Clique
They must don't know who they wit'
5-Star 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 know how hard is he
I'm hard as the Raven's D
Betcha ain't see, like a (?) (?)
Hardest I feel, with no deal, (?)
through niggas like a snowmobile
And I make like a real (?)

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