Screwed Up Click (S.U.C.)
Screwed Up Click (S.U.C.) - 100% songtekst
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(feat. Mike D, Trae, Grace, Lil 3rd) [talking] It's one hundred [x3] S.U.C., this how we do it mayn The Take Over [Hook x2] It's one hundred, me and my niggaz we gon keep it one hundred Riding around in big Benz, getting blunted Parking lot pimping, we sitting low up on them 20's It's all one hundred, nigga [Mike D] I've been gone for a minute, look how the rules done changed Since a few of these cake niggaz, took position in the game I guess it's true, all the real niggaz dead or on lock And the few that's still standing, done found another route I don't play because out here, situation critical Low down and pitiful, the streets'll get rid of ya That OG talk, I'm like EF Hutch Nigga pause and pay attention, like I'm strutting on buttons Ain't no honor among thieves, no mo' These lil' niggaz'll get full of that dro, and run through your do' Then have the nerve, like they done a lil' some'ing And catch 'em in the county, they be sideways bumping But believe me lil' daddy, your click ain't gon save ya Jack me I'll jack back, send ya to your maker [Lil 3rd] Hundred percent, S.U.C. believe that Choppers and calicoes, respond as feedback You can tuck your tail back, now where your Clover G's at Fifty in your head, fifty mo' where your knees at Parking lot pimping, twenty spreading where your knees at And the Clover, where the ghosts know in army fatigue hats Split a nigga head, like I just skeed that Screwed Up Click, cap that's where the best eat at Southsi' for li', bitch nigga believe that Respect, or it's drama involved when you see that Boys shaken up, like a bad weed sack Before I squab full of terror, make a nigga lean back [Hook x2] [Grace] Fa sho I'm a hundred, I keep it gutter grimey gangsta And money after cash, I blast on all prankstas Give it to 'em raw, come real is all I know Gon get it and come back with it, true blue head to toe Seen it all heard it twice, five deuce like dice In the do' slanging banging, putting it all in your life 1 double O fa sho, pack it up that's how it's coming Candy dripping Davin's spinning, wood gripping trunk bumping Rep the click until I fall, united and standing tall Throw it up and rep it watch this, one hundred the Lord call I'm a hundred with words, and I'm a hundred with birds I'm a hundred with Miggity Mike D, and 3rd Game won S.U.C., Greenstone real nigga Certified with the game, Woodfair go getter [Trae] What the fuck, they thinking cuz This problem here ain't no solving, 'til they be stinking cuz Fresh off the chain a motherfucker better check theyself, shit they better go check they health Slugs deep inside of they pack, fucked off I'ma bet they felt Fuck a hundred, I'm a hundred and ninety-nine to the T Asshole by Nature bitch, cause it define who I be I heard some niggaz in the game, ain't never heard of my set May unload the back and make the bitch clap, while introducing my set A.B.N., S-L-A-B and S.U.C. what I'm toting And plus you need to pay attention, from this chrome that I'm toting With thirty shots for thirty jocks, a dot and a hot glock In something that's sitting dropped, and tipping on plenty blocks [Hook x2]