| Song | Take It There |
| Artist | Screwball |
| Album | Y2K |
| What what what what | |
| Yeah yeah | |
| Who the fuck want it? | |
| Yeah yeah, set it off niggas | |
| Transform transform | |
| [poet] | |
| Yo, i'm at cha'll niggas, assault and battle y'all niggas | |
| My gat splatter niggas, my style dazzle niggas | |
| Screwball empire, poet spit fire (fire) | |
| Niggas wanna die, come try'a...piledriver | |
| My family's hydra, but we smoke hy-dro | |
| Mixed with the chronic, some niggas sniff blow | |
| Some niggas smoke dust, fuck around get bust | |
| Severly touched, crushed, your times up | |
| Ya rhyme sucks, ya crew's weak | |
| When the smoke clears, i'll be there, standin on my two feet | |
| With the mic in one hand, and the otha my heat | |
| Represent vernon, tenth, and twelth street | |
| [hostyle] | |
| Man, i brake a broom stick off in yo' ass | |
| For long cash, screwball blasts the raw facts | |
| And its long lastin, yeah | |
| A lot of crews are soft like puddy | |
| They see me they runnin from me, my rhymes they study | |
| Subject, art of descruction, come to reck | |
| Wanna give props to mercy for your ??? drops | |
| Set it on my man phil, then my eyes get chinky | |
| Here's kinky, then i'm ghost like blinky | |
| And my grip is like a mental asyllum when i write 'em | |
| Ignite 'em like a bullet from my glock when you pull it | |
| To all pieces, when the rough shit releases, yeah | |
| Chorus: screwball and capone | |
| (do what?) pushin' weight back (nigga we'll win) | |
| (what, what) clack clack clack clack (screwball) | |
| (we're the illest) can you dig that? (i can dig that) | |
| You didn't know, only time keep 'em villians (take it there) | |
| I wanna hurt something (nigga we'll win) i wanna hurt something | |
| Don't make me do something (we're the illest) (what) | |
| Pull the curtains on 'em (yeah yeah yeah) | |
| You didn't know, only time keep 'em villians | |
| [capone] | |
| Yo, understand this i aim rich, aim stainless steel | |
| Aim at the beast when the game get real | |
| Yo, them corna's i been played, got schooled by fame | |
| Said the streets is still watched through closed curtains and screens | |
| Qb is like the villian'est life, all across the world thugs, pushers, pimps | |
| And whores | |
| From a blimp i glimpse at the raws | |
| Tears fall, and radioactive street thugs hearin me callin | |
| To you my name respect the game, ?sixty days home? | |
| Copped the buggy, showed me the love, ghetto niggas gotta love me | |
| Pop the bubbly y'all, salute the reign of qb (yeah yeah yeah yeah) | |
| [kyron] | |
| Aiyyo, you niggas sleepwalkin out here, a technicality | |
| Nigga we blaze infront of the kids 'cuz thats how foul it be | |
| I shit on you, take you to the flicks, put a hit on you | |
| Dump ya head in popcorn, turn around and spit on you | |
| I take it there, with ghetto po' niggas, who never had nothin | |
| We hangin in the club just to bag som'thin | |
| Catch a rolly mercin out about to crash som'thin | |
| So just get the fuck up out this life unless you have som'thin | |
| You don't hustle around, you wouldn't mind time | |
| Bitch you ain't a dime, if you ain't improvin mine | |
| Who y'all, i see through y'all | |
| Fuckin with kyron, you fuckin screwball | |
| We do some ugly shit to y'all | |
| Chorus | |
| The reign of qb (salute this shit) | |
| Screwball (screwball nigga) | |
| Capone 'n' noreaga | |
| Thugged out (thugged out) | |
| Kno'imsayin? (hear me?) | |
| Y'all get this money, or we get that thug shit poppin | |
| Kno'imsayin? | |
| Its our fuckin world |
| What what what what | |
| Yeah yeah | |
| Who the fuck want it? | |
| Yeah yeah, set it off niggas | |
| Transform transform | |
| poet | |
| Yo, i' m at cha' ll niggas, assault and battle y' all niggas | |
| My gat splatter niggas, my style dazzle niggas | |
| Screwball empire, poet spit fire fire | |
| Niggas wanna die, come try' a... piledriver | |
| My family' s hydra, but we smoke hydro | |
| Mixed with the chronic, some niggas sniff blow | |
| Some niggas smoke dust, fuck around get bust | |
| Severly touched, crushed, your times up | |
| Ya rhyme sucks, ya crew' s weak | |
| When the smoke clears, i' ll be there, standin on my two feet | |
| With the mic in one hand, and the otha my heat | |
| Represent vernon, tenth, and twelth street | |
| hostyle | |
| Man, i brake a broom stick off in yo' ass | |
| For long cash, screwball blasts the raw facts | |
| And its long lastin, yeah | |
| A lot of crews are soft like puddy | |
| They see me they runnin from me, my rhymes they study | |
| Subject, art of descruction, come to reck | |
| Wanna give props to mercy for your ??? drops | |
| Set it on my man phil, then my eyes get chinky | |
| Here' s kinky, then i' m ghost like blinky | |
| And my grip is like a mental asyllum when i write ' em | |
| Ignite ' em like a bullet from my glock when you pull it | |
| To all pieces, when the rough shit releases, yeah | |
| Chorus: screwball and capone | |
| do what? pushin' weight back nigga we' ll win | |
| what, what clack clack clack clack screwball | |
| we' re the illest can you dig that? i can dig that | |
| You didn' t know, only time keep ' em villians take it there | |
| I wanna hurt something nigga we' ll win i wanna hurt something | |
| Don' t make me do something we' re the illest what | |
| Pull the curtains on ' em yeah yeah yeah | |
| You didn' t know, only time keep ' em villians | |
| capone | |
| Yo, understand this i aim rich, aim stainless steel | |
| Aim at the beast when the game get real | |
| Yo, them corna' s i been played, got schooled by fame | |
| Said the streets is still watched through closed curtains and screens | |
| Qb is like the villian' est life, all across the world thugs, pushers, pimps | |
| And whores | |
| From a blimp i glimpse at the raws | |
| Tears fall, and radioactive street thugs hearin me callin | |
| To you my name respect the game, ? sixty days home? | |
| Copped the buggy, showed me the love, ghetto niggas gotta love me | |
| Pop the bubbly y' all, salute the reign of qb yeah yeah yeah yeah | |
| kyron | |
| Aiyyo, you niggas sleepwalkin out here, a technicality | |
| Nigga we blaze infront of the kids ' cuz thats how foul it be | |
| I shit on you, take you to the flicks, put a hit on you | |
| Dump ya head in popcorn, turn around and spit on you | |
| I take it there, with ghetto po' niggas, who never had nothin | |
| We hangin in the club just to bag som' thin | |
| Catch a rolly mercin out about to crash som' thin | |
| So just get the fuck up out this life unless you have som' thin | |
| You don' t hustle around, you wouldn' t mind time | |
| Bitch you ain' t a dime, if you ain' t improvin mine | |
| Who y' all, i see through y' all | |
| Fuckin with kyron, you fuckin screwball | |
| We do some ugly shit to y' all | |
| Chorus | |
| The reign of qb salute this shit | |
| Screwball screwball nigga | |
| Capone ' n' noreaga | |
| Thugged out thugged out | |
| Kno' imsayin? hear me? | |
| Y' all get this money, or we get that thug shit poppin | |
| Kno' imsayin? | |
| Its our fuckin world |