f/ Al-D(*talking*)This for all the DJ A, B, C, D's, wanna be motherfuckersWhoever you is, my nigga DJ Screw created this styleIt's here to stay, you with the ?You gon respect my nigga Screw[Chorus]What the fuck y'all niggas talking boutScrew did thatYou can chop it but respect the factScrew did thatWho put this game or flag on the mapScrew did thatWhat, Screw did that, man Screw did thatWho slowed you records down, and made the styleScrew did thatLongest rappers up bout freestyleScrew did thatNow they sipping syrup worldwideScrew did thatTip your motherfucking hats niggaScrew did that[Al-D]What the fuck y'all niggas talking bout, time for me to break it downAt home sucking your mama titty, when I was running the undergroundI been here, done this, now you hoes got me pissedFucking over my homie name, over one funky ass minute of fameIf you true to the game act like it then, show some respectY'all niggas bore me, show some kind of motherfucking loyaltyDJ Screw the king of the chop, yeah king of the chopHe the reason now, a lot of these motherfuckers hotBut they ain't hollin' at mama and papa Screw, like they supposed toDon't forget, don't nobody own shit but those twoThat go for friends and foes too, bitches and hoes tooDon't stand there with your mouth wide open nigga, do what you doSentimental value, the only authentic original ScrewWe keeping the dream alive, and paying the family tooMama Screw told me, you got my permission to spill the gasesAnd when you scream, scream loud, to set fire under they asses[Chorus][Z-Ro]Who went from Jimmy Jam to worldwide, Screw did thatTook me from nothing and made me something, you did thatI owe it all to you my nigga, for helping me riseI thought you would get old with me, why the fuck you have to dieEverybody S.U.C. now, Screw done chopped by whoProbably never met the man, deserve the ghetto are you richBitch nigga you get, out of dodge fast5,000 watts of skills, 5,000 pounds of transWatch what you say in the magazines, ole fat ass niggaSteady nibbling off my niggas cheese, ole rat ass niggaI call it like I see it, and I can't be nothing but realI guess they can't originate, so they do nothing but stealI'm sick and I'm tired, I'm not gon let it ride no mo'Better skip town, cause in Houston you hoes can't hide no mo'My partna Robert Earl Davis, was a man out of musicBut the world kicking so much they bitch made, bold niggas be trying to do it[Chorus][Al-D]He slowed the records down and made the style, now everybody on dickMichael "5000" Watts in Murda Dog talkin bout, he elevated this shitScrew's number one, always will beYou got the game from him, the style was named after himOne thing he promised, is that the world was gon be all screwed upI was on a first Screw tape to hit the market, all screwed upYeah its hard to think, when yo mind go blankDon't believe it, run yo ass in the paintSee when that Keke pimping pens, we all was making paperDrank up and dripped out, while they got high with the BlankstaAll I wanna do is remember the good timesBotany Boyz, and still, the block that stayed crunk at all timesAl-D and Z-Ro, and the S.U.C. is still in effectScrew you rest in peace, and they still on yo motherfucking dick[Z-Ro]Candy, Juve and all of matter of fact, Screw blew itTouching nothing but real tracks, cause no jamming no doo-dooBut fuck the milli, that was my manWhen I was slipping, he would reach out, to take my handCause it was nothing but love for my nigga, nigga had love for meSo disrespect him, and its gonna be some slugs to seeCause we the Screwed Up Click, down South we the shitBody rocking like this, with Mama Screw up in the mix(*talking*)S.U.C., let's keep the dream alive manOriginal members, extended membersEverybody stand taller[Chorus]
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