| Song | No Exceptions |
| Artist | Screwball |
| Album | Y2K |
| Chorus： | |
| Life's full of love and hate | |
| So we got crums to make | |
| Survival's at stake | |
| We under pressure | |
| Still, we need to treasure | |
| No exceptions, drastic measures | |
| Its my life, no exceptions | |
| Life's full of love and hate | |
| So we got crums to make | |
| Survival's at stake | |
| We under pressure | |
| Still, we need to treasure | |
| No exceptions, drastic measures | |
| You got one life, no exceptions | |
| Now who ran guns with bounty, did a joint with rakim | |
| A song with mariah that had the whole world poppin | |
| Who that be the r-a-double p-e-r | |
| Niggas fuck with this and they get sent to the e.r. | |
| Now i'm rockin jams with the screwball fam | |
| They connected so thick, with them men in submission you know who ??? | |
| Screwball and the mobb so sick | |
| We repin' qb son, they wouldn't understand it | |
| We roll so thick that niggas get noyd | |
| Niggas don't want it 'cuz noyd bring noise | |
| No way, niggas can't stop me, son it shocked me | |
| They tried, i pulled out and popped three | |
| Chorus | |
| Hey yo | |
| Light the blunts up, cook the coke up | |
| One times out, so what motherfucker i'm tryin to blow up | |
| And when they show up i put the cracks in the stash | |
| The gats in the grass, when they roll i just blast | |
| With no problem bumpin primo, to niggas we know | |
| You try, you die like peschi in casino | |
| No exceptions to the rule, the ball to the screw | |
| Go back like "check one two" | |
| Street gang to the rap game | |
| Worldwide thang, thugstyle niggas feel the pain | |
| Gotta go hard and sunshine they rain | |
| Blow the block up, fuck niggas, with no exceptions | |
| Im'a blow my steel, grab the chicken as a human sheild | |
| Break elbows and wheel, no exception is the drill | |
| Is it real, i'm cryin blunt retalitation | |
| Follow ?wallet? for your information | |
| 4-1-1, scoop all we want dun-dun | |
| Cash is the issue, while you blab about ya pistol | |
| But you never blast a missle, ship your bagette pistol | |
| Gettin scissors on they gun shot wound, you doomed | |
| With no exception | |
| Chorus | |
| Yo, the streets baptised me to money and war | |
| Gettin yours is a law that we never ignore | |
| We score twice or more, keep it moving twenty-four | |
| We seven days with no rest, still fresh looking | |
| Our names inflamed with the smell of tongue cooking | |
| The hoods rotten, we see the ??? from the crabs plottin | |
| The sneak kill, sabatoge our deal | |
| But we overlook it, 'cuz our enviroment is crooked | |
| And hard to finger who the d's got as a singer | |
| Spillin the beans on the dealers and the fiends | |
| So i move seperate and conversate with the connections | |
| On the low key, gettin this money with no exceptions | |
| Chorus | |
| Yeah thats right | |
| We all screwball up in here | |
| No exceptions baby | |
| My team go to any extreme to get the weight up | |
| Streets don't stop, streets don't stop | |
| No exceptions | |
| Gotta get it, gotta get it | |
| All in it to win it | |
| Y'all heard | |
| Streets don't stop for nothin and nobody |
| Chorus: | |
| Life' s full of love and hate | |
| So we got crums to make | |
| Survival' s at stake | |
| We under pressure | |
| Still, we need to treasure | |
| No exceptions, drastic measures | |
| Its my life, no exceptions | |
| Life' s full of love and hate | |
| So we got crums to make | |
| Survival' s at stake | |
| We under pressure | |
| Still, we need to treasure | |
| No exceptions, drastic measures | |
| You got one life, no exceptions | |
| Now who ran guns with bounty, did a joint with rakim | |
| A song with mariah that had the whole world poppin | |
| Who that be the radouble per | |
| Niggas fuck with this and they get sent to the e. r. | |
| Now i' m rockin jams with the screwball fam | |
| They connected so thick, with them men in submission you know who ??? | |
| Screwball and the mobb so sick | |
| We repin' qb son, they wouldn' t understand it | |
| We roll so thick that niggas get noyd | |
| Niggas don' t want it ' cuz noyd bring noise | |
| No way, niggas can' t stop me, son it shocked me | |
| They tried, i pulled out and popped three | |
| Chorus | |
| Hey yo | |
| Light the blunts up, cook the coke up | |
| One times out, so what motherfucker i' m tryin to blow up | |
| And when they show up i put the cracks in the stash | |
| The gats in the grass, when they roll i just blast | |
| With no problem bumpin primo, to niggas we know | |
| You try, you die like peschi in casino | |
| No exceptions to the rule, the ball to the screw | |
| Go back like " check one two" | |
| Street gang to the rap game | |
| Worldwide thang, thugstyle niggas feel the pain | |
| Gotta go hard and sunshine they rain | |
| Blow the block up, fuck niggas, with no exceptions | |
| Im' a blow my steel, grab the chicken as a human sheild | |
| Break elbows and wheel, no exception is the drill | |
| Is it real, i' m cryin blunt retalitation | |
| Follow ? wallet? for your information | |
| 411, scoop all we want dundun | |
| Cash is the issue, while you blab about ya pistol | |
| But you never blast a missle, ship your bagette pistol | |
| Gettin scissors on they gun shot wound, you doomed | |
| With no exception | |
| Chorus | |
| Yo, the streets baptised me to money and war | |
| Gettin yours is a law that we never ignore | |
| We score twice or more, keep it moving twentyfour | |
| We seven days with no rest, still fresh looking | |
| Our names inflamed with the smell of tongue cooking | |
| The hoods rotten, we see the ??? from the crabs plottin | |
| The sneak kill, sabatoge our deal | |
| But we overlook it, ' cuz our enviroment is crooked | |
| And hard to finger who the d' s got as a singer | |
| Spillin the beans on the dealers and the fiends | |
| So i move seperate and conversate with the connections | |
| On the low key, gettin this money with no exceptions | |
| Chorus | |
| Yeah thats right | |
| We all screwball up in here | |
| No exceptions baby | |
| My team go to any extreme to get the weight up | |
| Streets don' t stop, streets don' t stop | |
| No exceptions | |
| Gotta get it, gotta get it | |
| All in it to win it | |
| Y' all heard | |
| Streets don' t stop for nothin and nobody |