(feat. H.A.W.K., Lil' Keke, Mike D, E.S.G., Lil' 3rd)



[talking:]

They thought, we was down and out

Nigga we up like a motherfucker, on feet

Believe that punk, Fat Rat said that



[Lil' Keke:]

I'm in the water trying to swim, but my chance is slim

I was born not to fold, and let it swallow me whole

I cross these H-Town streets, but I've been ten toes in

How many independent rappers, really eating off their ends

And I rap vicious, you false and perticious

I'm true to my riches, it's money over bitches

And I'm down never out, so I came with a new plan

Now I'm on a fast break, laying it with my left hand

I play the game day for day, cause it's costing

These niggaz like snails in the street, and they salty

I watch 'em melt, as the pain is felt

And I go fishing in the pond, with the cards I'm dealt

We entertain for a living, S.U.C. on fire

I'm the teflon Don, independent empire

Now the fo' do' truck, is 24's with buttons

South Park-Herschelwood, I done came from nothing yeah



[talking:]

S.U.C., we might be down

W ain't never out, believe that



[H.A.W.K.:]

I spit verses, like M-16's

And pounce on top of niggaz, like trampalenes

It's just in my jeans, flows through my bloodstream

I must fulfill, Fat Pat's ghetto dream

I'm in between, a rock and a hard place

I spit 16's, that rock over hard bass

And when you see my face, you know you seen the best yet

A seasoned vet, a beast like Garnett

I ain't wanted yet, but that won't stop a nigga

Get in my way, I'ma break you off proper nigga

I'm grinding mayn, trying to make my name bigger

I wanna leave the game, on top of Jigga

I know niggaz hating, but those are my aspirations

I'm on a battlefield, with scars and asserations

My mind elevating, my flow is ice cold

I got the heart of T.O., in the Super Bowl

It's fourth and goal, so please give me the rock

I wanna certify my place, up in hip-hop

And when my shit drop, I'ma squash all talk

The next name you'll be screaming, is Big H.A.W.K.



[talking:]

Mo'fuckers act, like they don't know what time it is

It's our time to shine, get the fuck up outta here

E to the S to the G

Big H.A.W.K., Lil' Ke, Poke and Mike D



[E.S.G.:]

Down South getting money, but some road blocking

The mo' they run they mouth, that's my hoes I stick my cock in

Underground bully, I ain't settling for less

One mic one chopper, one brick in the vest

Bout to turn your city round, by word of mouth

Atlanta Falcons in my sofa, yep it's birds in my couch

Rap game vet, I spit a lot of bars

Independent entrepreneur, I made a lot of stars

This the real house yeah, you niggaz play the back

I'm past hogg status, call me razor back

Hollywood to the hood, on the block you can find me

Spitting flows in the booth, like Screw was behind me

I know H.A.W.K. was there, Mike D and that Poke

Grace, Den, Ke and Ro, Big Moe fa sho

There's too many to name, so I'ma leave it at that

You ain't a real Screwed Up Click, if you ain't roll with Fat Pat

So nigga back back, I'll leave ya dick in the dirt

E.S.G. won't back up, my reverse don't work

See I'm selling one-way tickets, to ride in a hearse

Rappers wanna play gangsta, get fly in ya verse

Oh no no love, so fuck it in this song

It's E.S to the G, and Lil' 3rd riding chrome

Putting it fucking down, for the Screwed Up Click

So all ya fake niggaz, stop riding our dick g'eah



[Mike D:]

Man who hold ya down, like a real nigga 'pose to

From via Monte, to hardtop pochious

Kool-Aid'ing on yachts, where everythang is cosure

Cotail derrik, viewing the ocean

It's me and my bitch, I'm holding ya down

You know I got ya back, and I keep that fo' pound

I'd ride for my niggaz, I'd die for my niggaz

It's Screwed Up Click, I can't lie my nigga

Boss Hogg Corleone, I'm rolling with 3rd

I'ma hold that nigga down, nigga that's my word



[talking:]

Yeah, believe that Corleone

E.S.G., Big H.A.W.K., Keke

Lil' 3rd, Screwed Up Click



[Lil' 3rd:]

I got the fire in my eyes, and the heat in my heart

Some'ing like a Lord in war, it's unbeatable boy

My shoes too fly, you ain't beating me boy

Half a brick purple smoke, and the heat in the car

Watch what ya saying pimp, when ya greeting me boy

Cause I'm a young veteran, you ain't seen what I saw

Mack match bust heads, razor cuts to the jaw

42 pounds and 64, bricks in the drawer

Clit hitting getting head, if I ain't playing it raw

And shorty I don't just want head, I wanna skeet in your jaw

I want ya to imitate, that old drunk at the bar

Cause they ain't wanna fuck with me, till they think I'm a star

Got stress in my head, for my brother in Bed's

And my cousin D-5, they all locked in the FED's

I feel it woulda never happened, if I had mo' bread

They put 'em all on my back, but I just got two legs

I guess I'm sick of brainstorming, I got down two heads

Trying to scramble to plug along, like I cook to eggs

And I never kiss ass, just to make no ends

I'ma keep it one hundred, as the world spins yeah