[Intro: Bun B]
 This is dedicated to the legendary DJ Screw
[Verse: 1 Bun B]
 Now once upon a time not long ago
 Where they come down candy, and live life low
 Where the fours stay chromey, and they grippin' on wood
 And people all behave like it's all to the good
 Then came a young player from the Southside streets
 Who had dreams of making music, with slowed down beats
 He jumped on the tables made it do what it do
 And so begins the legend of DJ Screw
[Hook]
 This is dedicated to the legendary DJ Screw
[Verse 2: ESG]
 Six in the morning Feds at my door
 Quarter mil' on the floor, the city where everything shows
 Yeah, still bang Screw, we love it mane
 I know he gone, but nothing changed
 Hawk, P.A.T., M.O.E. they all above us, mane
 Down here he grind and hustle, mane
 Can't forget Chad Butler mane
 Still swang on 84?s, a mirror-glass like buzzers mane
 Grab the Louie duffle man... still in this thing
 I know my dog gone, Robert Davis, we gone do it mane
[Verse 3: C-Note]
 See, I love this life
 This is Screwed up clique
 Don't quote me, dog
 You'll get screwed up quick
 Still we blew one quick
 My 84?s they stick
 On 24?s we sit
 You know we holdin' it, bitch
 I'mma do this hit for Screw
 For Hawk, for P.A.T
 Even though we pushin' powder
 But the trunk, be crack
 C-Note reppin' SUC
 R.I.P. to Jimmy T
 Nigga, I'mma swang in the 'Lac
 That's how it s'posed, to be
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Trae tha Truth]
 One of the realest to do this shit
 Used to Texas Screwed up, quick
 Yeah, the tracks...bring it back
 No one better that you can get
 For my nigga Robert Davis
 Chop it up, Screw my shit
 Now the true representation
 Makin' sure the world knew this shit
 Every time you think of double cups
 Or swangers peekin' out the boards
 Freestylin' off top of dome, or grills covered in ice and gold
 Dealers salute the General, point-black, no subliminal
 Tell 'em we Screwed up Texas, we go... like a criminal
[Verse 5: Lil' O]
 Here's a little story about a nigga like me
 ...with the cheese, nigga, SUC
 South-west, H-Town, all of that's me
 If a ho is cotton-mouth I wouldn't give a bitch P
 I'm so Screwed up nigga say I talk slow
 I say I listen fast when you niggas talk doe
 And nah, I can't touch if the shit is not dro
 If the drink is not purple, and the bitches no...
 Whoa!
[Hook]
[Verse 6: Z-Ro]
 Dark blue Regal, on a Screw bluin' pilot
 Helpin' everybody, that's what it used to with this dollars
 No collars, just t-shirts and...
 Even though he had a lot to do
 He was never too busy to come and get me
 I'm really Screwed-up clique, Robert L. Davis put me in
 Not a friend of a friend of a friend, of a friend
 I can see him spinnin' records in heaven in all white
 Like he used to do on 22-34 all night
[Verse 7: Big Hawk]
 Niggas I feel that's talkin' shit
 Niggas I feel that's ridin' dick
 Talkin' down on the Screwed-up Clique
 They must don't know who they fuckin' wit'
 5-Star General of the SUC
 Want my clique, gotta go through me
 Go through Key, and Mike. D
 Then you gotta go through Big Pokey
 Who you know a nigga hard as me?
 Who you nigga know is smart as me?
 Niggas wanna know how hard is he
 I'm hard as the Baltimore Raven's D
 Betcha ain't see, like a real...
 Hardest nigga I feel, with no deal...
 Plowin' through niggas like a snowmobile
 And I make beats like a real...
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