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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 down candy, and life low
Where the fours chromey, and they grippin' on wood
And people all behave like it's all to the
came a young player from the Southside streets
Who had dreams of making music, with down beats
He on the tables made it do what it do
And so the legend of DJ Screw

(Scratched) is dedicated to the legendary DJ Screw

[Verse 2:

Six in the morning Feds at my
Quarter mil' on the floor, the city where everything
Yeah, still Screw, we love it mane
I he gone, but nothing changed
Hawk, P.A.T., M.O.E. all above us, mane
Down here he grind and hustle,
Can't Chad Butler mane
Still swang on 84's, a mirror-glass like buzzers
Grab the Louie man, (?) still in this thing
I know my dog gone, Davis, we gone do it mane

3: C-Note]
See, I love life
This is Screwed up
Don't me, dog
get screwed up quick
Still we blew one
My 84's stick
On we sit
You know we holdin' it,
do this hit for Screw
For Hawk, for P.A.T
Even though we powder
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: Trae tha
(Jeah)
One of the realest to do this
Used to Texas Screwed up,
Yeah, the (?) bring it back
No one that you can get
For my nigga Davis
Chop it up, Screw my
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 grills in ice and gold
Dealers the General, point-black, no subliminal
Tell 'em we up Texas, we go (?) like a criminal

5: Lil' O]
Here's a little about a nigga like me
(?) the cheese, nigga, SUC
South-west, H-Town, all of me
If a ho is cotton-mouth I wouldn't a bitch P
I'm so Screwed up nigga say I slow
I say I listen when you niggas talk doe
And nah, I can't if the shit is not dro
If the is not purple, and the bitches no -whoa-

[Verse 6:
Dark Regal, on a Screw bluin' pilot
Helpin' everybody, that's what it used to with dollars
No collars, t-shirts and (?)
though he had a lot to do
He was never too to come and get me
I'm Screwed-up 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 used to do on all night

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

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