The Screwed Up Click - Reppin S.U.C. lyrics

(*talking*) Yeah, for the motherf**ing struggle Southwest-West y'all, Fat Rat Lil' O n***a A n***a still here n***a, still holding it down ya feel me I ain't just there yet but n***a, I'm pretty close [Lil' O] It can't rain forever, but dear Lord change the weather I'm getting tired man, I've been chasing change forever And I still ain't got me, the Range with leather Will I have, hunger pains forever No I will not, no I will not accept that fate It's like moving rocks forever, I'ma get that weight It's like starving forever, I'ma get that plate I'm a motherf**ing hustler, let's get that straight That means I'm use to the losses, and minor set backs And anything a n***a lost, a n***a'll get back Lil' O's back to ball, tell them n***as I said that My balls is my word, so believe you can bet that I do, what I said I would do And when I go triple plat', I yell I did it for Screw Yeah all my H-Town n***as, yeah I did it for you P-A-T, Mafio, B.G. Gator all my homies dead and gone I can't forget the whole crew, who ain't here to see the mills Cause growing up in H-town, where it's real in the field When I say S.U.C., know that blood got spilled When I say S.U.C., know that thugs got k**ed So when I say S.U.C., know it mean a lot to me It mean before I stop, you gotta bring a Glock to me It means when I drop dog, how could you not Screw me And listen to these beautiful words Slow down, this is how it go down in the c**aine state Where if you sip on the syrup, man you gon gain weight Where if you ride on 4's, man you gon get hate But if you try to jack my 4's, man you gon get ate By a 44 Caliber I am a n***a, on a whole nother caliber Swing on a n***a a**, like Excalibur the sword my Lord Look at how he chopped up the Boulevard, he's hard for real n***a (*talking*) Yeah, West-West y'all It's Lil' O n***a, S.U.C. baby whoa