(feat. Lil' Keke, Big Pokey, Mike D)


[talking:]

EQ (yeah), Thug Dirt

What you thought, we was falling off

What you thought, the South wasn't gon come hard

What you thought, we was weak

Nigga this H-Town, nigga we run shit

Who you think, you listening to motherfucker

This the Screwed Up Click


[Lil' Keke:]

I represent the S.U.C., I'm Lil' Ke'

I'm creased jeans, AF-1's and white T

The best kept secret, out the 7-1-3

From the streets of pistol play, cause it don't matter to me

If you searching for the Don, niggaz look no mo'

I'm in a tinted black truck, white cups and dro

Don't start no shit, it won't be no blood

I'm a Custom Made Gangsta, and mixed with thug

Herschelwood till I die, that's the name of my block

Battle scars and plenty wars, I did it rock for rock

I'ma smash on boys, when they play these games

Bullet wounds to the chest, when they say these names

My skills are boosted up, I'm getting scary

I tell these niggaz, that I'm already legendary

And fresh off the porch, it ain't no fucking with me

And I still'll bust a head, for the S.U.C


[Hook:]

Don't start no shit, won't be no shit

It's the Don, I represent the Screwed Up Click

Don't start no shit, won't be no shit

It's Sensei biting the mic, I'm still a hard pit

Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit

It's Boss Hogg Corleone, and I'm back in the mix

Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit

It's the Screwed Up Click, it's the Screwed Up Click


[Big Pokey:]

The money the house, the Jag the six

Call me Slick, I'm the dude with the bag of tricks

It's a drought, powder pack brick mad the bench

Took it back got a nug', now I'm back in the mix

I get mine on the edge of the booth, ready to jump

3600 block of the Yella', that's where I'm from

For really, I'm fin's to show these niggaz the dealy

Then wrap this bitch up, like endo in a filly

Fuck the keys to the city, I'ma pick the lock

If the jump boys raiding tonight, pick the spot

The niggaz that start shit, we trying to get dead

I twist niggaz dump em, and mail they mama the head

Sensei's in the building, start dropping your bread

My album's like bird shit, drop and spread

Y'all know how I play it, low to the ground

S.U.C. motherfucker, controlling the town


[Hook]


[Mike D:]

See now they gon goon 'head, and make me hurt a man

C-walked off on em, and do the murder dance

See the print in my pants, that's my trusted 3-80

In your ass pocket size, so I can hit you in your cocky eyes

Grew up on Pac, don't know nothing bout me

I'ma ride and die, with the S.U.C

And it's Boss Hogg daddy, Miggity Mike D

Got these niggaz out here sick, like I let the pen let free

I survived long summers, in white suits and boots

Now back in the mix, in a 5-60 coupe

With a 50-Cal in my lap, ready to let loose

I got the game in choke hold, these niggaz in a neuse

The game done gave me my F, boys know what I'ma do

Get six down chicks, make six round trips

Make six dimes flip, talk cash money shit

It's Boss Hogg Corleone, Screwed Up Click nigga


[Hook]