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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 candy, and live life low
Where the fours stay chromey, and grippin' on wood
And people all behave like all to the good
Then came a young from the Southside streets
Who had dreams of music, with slowed down beats
He jumped on the made it do what it do
And so begins the of DJ Screw

(Scratched) is dedicated to the legendary DJ Screw

[Verse 2:

Six in the morning at my door
Quarter mil' on the floor, the city where 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 here he and hustle, mane
Can't Chad Butler mane
Still swang on 84's, a like buzzers mane
Grab the Louie duffle man, (?) still in thing
I know my dog gone, Davis, we gone do it mane

3: C-Note]
See, I this life
This is up clique
quote me, dog
You'll get screwed up
we blew one quick
My 84's stick
On we sit
You we holdin' it, bitch
I'mma do this hit for
For Hawk, for P.A.T
Even though we powder
But the trunk, be
reppin' SUC
R.I.P. to T
Nigga, I'mma swang in the
how it s'posed, to be

[Verse 4: Trae tha
(Jeah)
One of the to do this shit
to Texas Screwed up, quick
Yeah, the tracks (?) bring it
No one that you can get
For my nigga Davis
it up, Screw my shit
Now the true representation, makin' the world knew this shit
Every time you think of double cups, or swangers peekin' out the
Freestylin' off top of dome, or covered in ice and gold
Dealers salute the General, point-black, no
Tell 'em we Screwed up Texas, we go (?) like a

5: Lil' 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 give a bitch P
I'm so Screwed up nigga say I talk
I say I listen fast when you talk doe
And nah, I touch if the shit is not dro
If the drink is not purple, and the no -whoa-

[Verse 6:
Dark blue Regal, on a bluin' pilot
Helpin' everybody, what it used to with this dollars
No collars, t-shirts and (?)
though 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 friend of a friend of a friend, of a
I can see him spinnin' records in in all white
Like he used to do on 22-34 all

[Verse 7: Big
Niggas I feel talkin' shit
Niggas I that's ridin' dick
down on the Screwed-up Clique
They must don't know who fuckin' wit'
5-Star of the SUC
Want my clique, go through me
Go Key, and Mike. D
Then you 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 hard as the Raven's D
Betcha ain't see, like a (?) (?)
Hardest nigga I feel, no deal, (?)
Plowin' through like a snowmobile
And I beats like a real (?)

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