in the morning police at my door Fresh, Jordans squeeking cross my bathroom floor Out the back window, I make my escape Didn't even have a chance to grab my screwed up tape
the morning police at my door Fresh, scoop of Coke across my bathroom floor Out the back window, I make my escape Didn't even have a chance to grab my screwed up tape
Short, even chop New York If it ain't screwed up, I don't wanna hear it! Lac on pancake, while I'm pourin' up the syrup In the pen-agena, Hillwood represent
just leanin and we comin up fixin to pop up on the scene just got some drank from that boy with that bird and you know we just hooked up on some syrup
'Cuz whoever says I just wanna see lead fly The bullets done sped by, now that's where your head lie I be cruzin' down the back street, my screw tape
comin' up sellin' fat ass nicks I'ma flip it like a script at the ? Thats my new spot, 8 by 10 cubic Nah, I ain't stupid, never have been They locked up
First verse: I woke up quick, at around two Jumped in my benz, picked up dj screw Boys out there, makin' them tapes Separate the real niggas from the
Mix Tape Messiah Da king is here, nigga Ay what these other niggaz talkin', I don't believe that shit I'm da king 'cuz I said it and I mean that shit
my room tryna grease my gun. Can't let it get rusty: if a shoot-out breaks, the only thing I want jammin' is my screwed-out tape. And tomorrow's the
dog Alpo No Blues or red that's leaving fools dead Bang gray tapes and listen to what Screw Said Tre to the Clarke, back to the South Park Have you ever
was destined for you to shine, now the world Screwed up We gon rep it to the full, everyday we blued up Everything been feeling different, it'll never be the same Screw
me who they better than Slidin' up the slab got a screw tape, nigga pop it in Money coming through this way Hustle Town U.S.A. South Park, Sunnyside,
so I'm a do it The South gon' love it - chop it {SCREW IT} Slow it down, then bring it back up G-G-G U-NO! Nigga, it's Young Buck! [Verse 7: Young Buck
This year I'm a Boss Hogg, better check my catalog Went gold with Master P, on Down South Hustlers Two hundred thousand independent, Sailing the South little busta Up to the park
(feat. Point Blank) "gonna get high wit tha blanksta [x2] [point blank] Psk scooped me up now it's time to roll creepin through south park on tha beamer
Boulevard, with the nine on my lap-lap Southside on the map-map, Screw tape tap-tap [Hook] [Slim Thug] Now when I come down, I be throwing up the North
can't knock it [Chorus] Now when I come down I be blowing up the north And when I come down I be chucking up the south Swishahouse and Wreckshop don'
