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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 stay chromey, and they grippin' on wood
And people all behave it's all to the good
Then came a young player the Southside streets
Who had dreams of making music, with slowed down
He jumped on the tables made it do it do
And so begins the legend of DJ

(Scratched) This is dedicated to the legendary DJ

[Verse 2:

Six in the morning Feds at my
mil' 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. they all above us,
Down here he and hustle, mane
Can't Chad Butler mane
Still swang on 84's, a mirror-glass like mane
Grab the duffle man, (?) still in this thing
I my dog gone, Robert Davis, we gone do it mane

[Verse 3:
See, I love life
This is up clique
Don't me, dog
get screwed up quick
Still we blew one
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 pushin'
But the trunk, be
C-Note 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 realest to do this
Used to Texas up, quick
Yeah, the (?) bring it back
No one that you can get
For my Robert Davis
it up, Screw my shit
Now the true representation, makin' sure the world knew this
time you think of double cups, or swangers peekin' out the boards
Freestylin' off top of dome, or covered in ice and gold
Dealers the General, point-black, no subliminal
Tell 'em we Screwed up Texas, we go (?) like a

5: Lil' O]
Here's a little story about a nigga 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 say I talk slow
I say I listen when you niggas talk doe
And nah, I can't touch if the is not dro
If the is not purple, and the bitches no -whoa-

[Verse 6:
Dark blue Regal, on a bluin' pilot
Helpin' everybody, that's what it used to this dollars
No collars, just and (?)
though he had a lot to do
He was never too to come and get me
I'm really clique, Robert L. Davis put me in
Not a friend of a of a friend, of a friend
I can see him spinnin' records in in all white
Like he to do on 22-34 all night

7: Big Hawk]
Niggas I feel that's shit
Niggas I feel that's dick
Talkin' down on the Screwed-up
They must don't know who they fuckin'
General of the SUC
Want my clique, 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 wanna how hard is he
I'm hard as the Raven's D
Betcha see, like a (?) reel/real (?)
Hardest I feel, with no deal, (?)
Plowin' through like a snowmobile
And I make like a real (?)

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