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

(Scratched) This is to the legendary DJ Screw

2: ESG]

Six in the morning Feds at my
Quarter mil' on the floor, the city where everything
Yeah, still Screw, we love it mane
I know he gone, but nothing
Hawk, P.A.T., M.O.E. all above us, mane
Down here he grind and hustle,
Can't forget Chad Butler
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
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 pushin'
But the trunk, be
reppin' 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 this
Used to Screwed up, quick
Yeah, the (?) bring it back
No one that 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 of double cups, or swangers peekin' out the boards
off top of dome, or grills covered in ice and gold
Dealers salute the General, point-black, no
Tell 'em we Screwed up Texas, we go (?) a criminal

[Verse 5: 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 Screwed up say I talk slow
I say I listen fast you niggas talk doe
And nah, I touch 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 it used to with this dollars
No collars, just and (?)
though he had a lot to do
He was never too busy to and get me
I'm really clique, Robert L. Davis 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 talkin' shit
Niggas I feel ridin' dick
Talkin' down on the Screwed-up
They must don't know who they wit'
General of the SUC
Want my clique, gotta go me
Go Key, and Mike. D
you gotta go through Big Pokey
Who you know a nigga as me?
Who you nigga know is as me?
Niggas wanna how hard is he
I'm hard as the Baltimore D
Betcha see, like a (?) reel/real (?)
nigga I feel, with no deal, (?)
Plowin' through niggas like a
And I make beats like a (?)

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