You so real, Screw you yeah [Chorus: Ronnie Spencer] Screw is so real, it's hard to stay strong Cause one day you here, then the next day you gone Living in the dark, now Screw
ya know we put it down We got our mind on our money, money on our mind Finger on our trigga nigga, hand on our nine [DJ Screw] I gotta thinkin' that
we do When I'm in my drop, or in the hoodo Pull up on the block, with grey on the blue With four 18's, and banging Screw I don't give a damn, if y'all
me shining in the lane We been riding Blaze, stop stealing our slang You know what, we really balling Down South And all niggaz jamming Screw, and Swisha
an interview with DJ Clue ([Em:] No I had an interview not you two) You gonna be late for soundcheck Man I ain't goin' to soundcheck But our mics are screwed
got a ?lac full of **** I?m brick with the *****, I?m throwin? bombs out the Lambo Them butterflies throwin? up, I got Chad in my heart And DJ Screwed
open em and I'm back at rap In the studio collabin killin wack ass crap But then in a blink I wake up and pack that strap In the club cuz some other niggas
back Screaming No Limit soldiers True to the gizzame, stopped in the projects Sold a half an ounce of cocaine Hit interstate ten, to Texas Listening to DJ Screw
the back screaming No Limit soldiers! True to the gizzame, stopped in the projects Sold a half an ounce of cocaine Hit interstate ten, to Texas Listening to DJ Screw
hah I tell them niggaz man - can't you tell a nigga doin good man can't you tell, Lil' Flip is in the building we got Dj Squeeky on the track...Gudda
interview with DJ Clue No, I had an interview, not you two You gon' be late for sound check Man, I ain't goin' to sound check But our mics are screwed
me, back home, its a afterparty; full of bad hoes Bunch of drink, grass smoke You can do them other drugs in the bathroom (Dj ill will, Dj rockstar;
wonder of the world Like floatin' downstream when you're starin' at the swirls My candy, ridin' real trill, stayin' true And it's a legend in H-Town like DJ Screw
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw
dis, understand we can't do this shit for kicks. It's our business just like any other, and you'll discover old time brothers, at the top stagnating, while others
groove I come to choke your truth Broke your screws now its open and loose and its ? (Beyond came along and stabbed a DJ in the foot) The spokes bend
of me I should of took her to trial and never copped a plea But this ain't a Christian nation motherfucka please America never taught me to turn the other
Let's get wild Yeah, master ace in the house The whole action posse's in the house Ice-u-rock's in the house, dj marley marl's in the house Steady pace
