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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 on wood
And people all behave it's all to the good
Then came a young player from the Southside
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 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 changed
Hawk, P.A.T., M.O.E. they all above us,
here he grind and hustle, mane
Can't forget Butler mane
Still swang on 84's, a like buzzers mane
Grab the Louie duffle man, (?) in this thing
I know my dog gone, Robert Davis, we gone do it

3: C-Note]
See, I this life
is Screwed up clique
Don't me, dog
get screwed up quick
Still we one quick
My they stick
On we sit
You know we it, bitch
I'mma do this hit for
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: Trae tha
(Jeah)
One of the realest to do this
to Texas Screwed up, quick
Yeah, the tracks (?) it back
No one better you can get
For my Robert Davis
Chop it up, my shit
Now the true representation, makin' sure the world knew shit
Every time you of double cups, or swangers peekin' out the boards
Freestylin' off top of dome, or grills covered in ice and
Dealers the General, point-black, no subliminal
'em we Screwed up Texas, we go (?) like a criminal

[Verse 5: O]
Here's a little story about a 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 listen fast when you talk doe
And nah, I can't touch if the is not dro
If the drink is not purple, and the bitches no

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

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

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