| This for all the | |
| DJ A, B, C, | |
| D's, wanna be motherfuckers | |
| Whoever you is, my nigga | |
| DJ Screw created this style | |
| It's here to stay, you with the ? | |
| You gon respect my nigga | |
| Screw [Hook] | |
| What the fuck y'all niggaz talking bout, | |
| Screw did that | |
| You can chop it but respect the fact, | |
| Screw did that | |
| Who put this game or flag on the map, | |
| Screw did that | |
| What Screw did that, man | |
| Screw did that | |
| Who slowed you records down, and made the style, | |
| Screw did that | |
| Longest rappers up bout freestyle, | |
| Screw did that | |
| Now they sipping syrup worldwide, | |
| Screw did that | |
| Tip your motherfucking hats nigga, | |
| Screw did that [Point Blank] | |
| What the fuck y'all niggaz talking bout, time for me to break it down | |
| At home sucking your mama titty, when | |
| I was running the underground | |
| I been here done this, now you hoes got me pissed | |
| Fucking over my homie name, over one funky ass minute of fame | |
| If you true to the game act like it then, show some respect | |
| Y'all niggaz bore me, show some kind of motherfucking loyalty | |
| DJ Screw the king of the chop, yeah king of the chop | |
| He the reason now, a lot of these motherfuckers hot | |
| But they ain't hollin' at | |
| Mama and Papa | |
| Screw, like they supposed to | |
| Don't forget, don't nobody own shit but those two | |
| That go for friends and foes too, bitches and hoes too | |
| Don't stand there with your mouth wide open nigga, do what you do | |
| Sentimental | |
| Value, the only authentic original | |
| Screw We keeping the dream alive, and paying the family too | |
| Mama Screw told me, you got my permission to spill the gases | |
| And when you scream, scream loud, to set fire under they asses [Hook] [Z-Ro] | |
| Who went from | |
| Chimmy Chang to worldwide, | |
| Screw did that | |
| Took me from nothing and made me something, you did that | |
| I owe it all to you my nigga, for helping me rise | |
| I thought you would get old with me, why the fuck you have to die | |
| Everybody | |
| S.U.C. now, | |
| Screwed and | |
| Chopped by who | |
| Probably never met the man, deserve the ghetto are you bent | |
| Bitch nigga you get, out of dodge fast 5,000 | |
| Watts of skills, 5,000 pounds of trash | |
| Watch what you say in the magazines, old fat ass nigga | |
| Steady nibbling off my niggaz cheese, old rat ass nigga | |
| I call it like | |
| I see it, and | |
| I can't be nothing but real | |
| I guess they can't originate, so they do nothing but steal | |
| I'm sick and | |
| I'm tired, | |
| I'm not gon let it ride no mo' | |
| Better skip town, cause in | |
| Houston you hoes can't hide no mo' | |
| My partner | |
| Robert Earl | |
| Davis, was a man out of music | |
| But the world kicking so much they bitch made, bold niggaz be trying to do it [Hook] [Point Blank] | |
| He slowed the record down and made the style, now everybody on dick | |
| Michael "5000" | |
| Watts in Murda | |
| Dog tal'n bout, he elevated this shit | |
| Screw's number one, always will be | |
| You got the game from him, the style was named after him | |
| One thing he promised, is that the world was gon be all screwed up | |
| I was on a first | |
| Screw tape to hit the market, | |
| All Screwed | |
| Up Yeah its hard to think, when yo mind go blank | |
| Don't believe it, run yo ass in the paint | |
| See when that | |
| Keke Pimpin' | |
| Pens, we all was making paper | |
| Drank up and dripped out, while they got high with the | |
| Blanksta All | |
| I wanna do is remember the good times | |
| Botany Boyz and still, the block that stayed crunk at all times | |
| Al-D and Z- | |
| Ro, and the | |
| S.U.C. is still in effect | |
| Screw you resting in peace, and they still on yo motherfucking dick [Z-Ro] | |
| Candy blue | |
| Impala matter of fact, | |
| Screw-Blue | |
| Touching nothing but real records, cause no jamming no doo-doo | |
| But fuck the melody, that was my man | |
| When I was slipping he would reach out, and take my hand | |
| Cause it was nothing but love for my nigga, nigga had love for me | |
| So disrespect him, and its gonna be some slugs to see | |
| Bitch we the | |
| Screwed Up | |
| Click, down | |
| South we the shit | |
| Body rocking like this, with | |
| Mama Screw up in the mix [Talking] | |
| S.U.C., let's keep the dream alive man | |
| Original members, extended members | |
| Everybody stand taller, know | |
| I'm saying [Hook] |