Screwed Up Click lyrics

(feat. Lil' Keke, Big Pokey, Mike D)[talking:]EQ (yeah), Thug DirtWhat you thought, we was falling offWhat you thought, the South wasn't gon come hardWhat you thought, we was weakNigga this H-Town, nigga we run shitWho you think, you listening to motherfuckerThis 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 TThe best kept secret, out the 7-1-3From the streets of pistol play, cause it don't matter to meIf you searching for the Don, niggaz look no mo'I'm in a tinted black truck, white cups and droDon't start no shit, it won't be no bloodI'm a Custom Made Gangsta, and mixed with thugHerschelwood till I die, that's the name of my blockBattle scars and plenty wars, I did it rock for rockI'ma smash on boys, when they play these gamesBullet wounds to the chest, when they say these namesMy skills are boosted up, I'm getting scaryI tell these niggaz, that I'm already legendaryAnd fresh off the porch, it ain't no fucking with meAnd I
still'll bust a head, for the S.U.C[Hook:]Don't start no shit, won't be no shitIt's the Don, I represent the Screwed Up ClickDon't start no shit, won't be no shitIt's Sensei biting the mic, I'm still a hard pitDon't start no shit, it won't be no shitIt's Boss Hogg Corleone, and I'm back in the mixDon't start no shit, it won't be no shitIt's the Screwed Up Click, it's the Screwed Up Click[Big Pokey:]The money the house, the Jag the sixCall me Slick, I'm the dude with the bag of tricksIt's a drought, powder pack brick mad the benchTook it back got a nug', now I'm back in the mixI get mine on the edge of the booth, ready to jump3600 block of the Yella', that's where I'm fromFor really, I'm fin's to show these niggaz the dealyThen wrap this bitch up, like endo in a fillyFuck the keys to the city, I'ma pick the lockIf the jump boys raiding tonight, pick the spotThe niggaz that start shit, we trying to get deadI twist niggaz dump em, and mail they mama the headSensei's in the building, st
art dropping your breadMy album's like bird shit, drop and spreadY'all know how I play it, low to the groundS.U.C. motherfucker, controlling the town[Hook][Mike D:]See now they gon goon 'head, and make me hurt a manC-walked off on em, and do the murder danceSee the print in my pants, that's my trusted 3-80In your ass pocket size, so I can hit you in your cocky eyesGrew up on Pac, don't know nothing bout meI'ma ride and die, with the S.U.CAnd it's Boss Hogg daddy, Miggity Mike DGot these niggaz out here sick, like I let the pen let freeI survived long summers, in white suits and bootsNow back in the mix, in a 5-60 coupeWith a 50-Cal in my lap, ready to let looseI got the game in choke hold, these niggaz in a neuseThe game done gave me my F, boys know what I'ma doGet six down chicks, make six round tripsMake six dimes flip, talk cash money shitIt's Boss Hogg Corleone, Screwed Up Click nigga[Hook]