The Screwed Up Click - Freestyle #1 lyrics

(*talking*) a**hole By Nature, you ain't never gon see me sweating Z-Ro the Crooked, AKA King of the motherf**ing Ghetto Know I'm tal'n bout, Southside for life S.U.C. I'm a a**hole, Southsi' for li' uh huh Screwed Up Click, my n***a DJ Screw I know y'all knew [Z-Ro] I'm all out of space, with my game Hell yeah n***a, got my pocket full of change I use to have a pocket full of lint, now they wonder where I went When the laws hit the corner, I'ma hit the fence I'm gone, out do' I'm outtie five thousand, but I'm still blowing dro On the Castle Creek, or the Vetaven or the motherf**ing Ridge road b**h, I put a widded up in your wig hoe Motherf**ing, teflon Or seven point two sixes b**h, all in your arm All in your chest, or all in your face Or all in your leg, now your back is in a brace You riding in a wheelchair, n***a can't walk When you talk down on a n***a, I gangsta walk Up on your b**h a**, open your a** up like Vick Sab With a series of quick jabs, and six slabs I ain't tripping b**h, open up your six pack Know I'm saying b**h, lips back Cracked open, talking that there But I ain't even much tripping, I couldn't give a care Cause I swear, I got k**ers on my team Riding round, with the infra blue beam screen Hell naw, the silencer is on the f**ing tip Of the motherf**ing, extended clip I rip through your flesh b**h, now I'm all up in your chest b**h Better hope, God blessed b**h Cause if you don't, that's your a** I promise when I see you hoe, that's your a** It's still f** Watts, cause I don't give a f** Riding in a truck n***a, South up Southside n***a, but the Nawf is part of the South too So watch, your motherf**ing mouth fool Know I'm saying, disrespecting the Don I'll drop your b**h a**, with the left arm I'm right handed, kinda ambidextrous But I ain't tripping b**h, see your chin I stretch the sh** I ain't tripping, I keep the flow going longer I'm still, on the motherf**ing corner With a square of marijuana, I ride the track out until it's gone I ain't tripping, I'm still repping for my f**ing home What's up, to the motherf**ing Southside My n***a know I'm saying, I got to keep my mouth wide I showed the diamonds in the back, so shine the light on them But I ain't tripping, yeah he got the light it ain't dim I ain't tripping, I got the shine up in my lips mayn I ain't tripping, I'm on a sip mayn Yeah, the motherf**ing Phantom red You heard what I said, I put the lean up in my head Make me lean to the left, and then I lean back Just like the Fat Joe, but a n***a ain't Fat Joe Mo' like the skinny Joe, or the thinner Joe I'm still a winner b**h, yeah I'm still a winter hoe I'm on spinners hoe, three's on the Cadillac Hell yeah I chop your a**, with my battle axe I'm still looking dead, off up in the lens I ain't even tripping, you better ask my partna Den How we get down on the South, we don't play with ya Know I'm saying, gun talk we say with ya Peep out the Skip, peep that U-G-P Peep out that Juvenile n***a, then peep out me Then peep out the mo'f**ing, S.U.C We got n***as like Chris Ward, and that C G, know I'm saying that's the gangsta talk Get with it b**h, and do the gangsta walk (*talking*) Know I'm saying, I'm just f**ing around But y'all know n***a, DJ Screw is the Don n***a All you hoe a** n***as, y'all gon mind n***a f** you and your click n***a, know I'm saying This how I do my sh** n***a, Screwed Up Click for life Southside n***a still sipping, wish you would run up