The Screwed Up Click - Right Here lyrics

(*talking*) Oh yeah, Screwed Up Click n***a (Screwed Up Click n***a), they gon' be fighting off this one mayn (put your dukes up n***a), throw your hood up (throw it up) [Chorus] Where my thugs (right here), where my dogs (right here) Where my k**ers (right here), where my hustlers (right here) Where my players (right here), where my b**hes (right here) Screwed Up Click for life, and we ain't going nowhere [Lil' O] Hey I'm a H-Town n***a, stay down n***a Hop out in all black, and make you lay it down n***a Screwed Up Click, won't play around n***a f** all that owe me sh**, pay now n***a You talking to a dude, that rode the Greyhound n***a Now hard and non-soft, and eight pounds n***a Head outta town, and I made rounds n***a Came back and got my Lac, sprayed down n***a [Mr. 3-2] A raw dog and big boss, and the boss number one Mr. 3-2, put the clip in the gun If you scared n***a run, or b**h go to church I'm hungry and wanna eat, so motherf**er I will work Hit em where it hurt, make em know when to talk Ain't nothing like, big money in the vault Grinding by the hour, ain't no slacking Calling the shots, I'm straight Cadillac'ing [Lil' Keke] Knuckle up buckle up, cause we on a hog train Bricks off in my luggage, cause I'm still hitting stangs Rushing like Walter Payton, n***as continue hating Please try to take it slow, when you I-10 skating Work off in the muffler, sorry I'm still a hustler co*k mine load up, S.U.C. done blowed up Tell the streets, that we still got it sewed up Here come the click, and them boys hollin' hold up [Chorus - 2x] [H.A.W.K.] Yeah it's H.A.W.K. baby, I walk the walk baby I talk the talk baby, unload the vault baby Gorilla salt baby, it ain't my fault baby I drive these hoes crazy, that's what these streets made me Now where my real thugs, y'all show y'all boy love Whether you Crip or Blood, throw your hood up And we gon' keep it real, no matter how ya feel Nobody gon' get k**ed, real recognize real [Mike D] We got the roof the roof, the roof on fire We don't need no water, let that mo'f**er burn Burn mo'f**er, buuuurn Who is that, now who is that It's Corleone daddy, Boss Hogg daddy I got the click right here, and we right back at it Throw them bows playa, move your buns ma This for my celly, that'll never see the sun ha [Trae] It ain't hard to see, that I'm a thug for life I got a click full of k**ers, and they ready to fight See Trae up in the game, and about to take flight With a fist full of grain, and grind to late night For my dogs on the block, and my n***as on lock I'ma rep the name, forever bleed my block With a Glock I got co*ked, you boys gon' learn When I pull up in the blue, my paint wetter than sherm No time for hoes, and no time for haters R.I.P. to Mafio, Fat Pat and Gator Next n***a to talk down, the Glock'll spray ya When the click click up, can't nobody save ya And it's on, whether late night to dawn I'ma bomb on everybody, bringing up my home S.U.C. for life, sitting on my throne And for Screw you the Don, we gon' carry on [Chorus - 2x]