my one and only dog Guess I'ma meet you at the crossroads, till I die S.U.C. gon haul [Hook x2] [C-Note:] R.I.P. to DJ Screw, hold it down is what we
And controversy sells but it ain't like death So pop him in the head 'til his brains start to fizz on him I ain't sell my soul to the devil, I bought
change us Believe that I was famous 'fore I ever did a song Believe I had a poppin' 'fore a label put me on It's 2010 and I ain't seein' nothin' wrong
partna Scott chillin at the mutha fuckin crib, I just dumped out a whole bunch of fry deals, I'm just kinda fried I don't know why , I just popped up
Lafayette Maybe off in Alexandria but I ain't finished yet I gotta make a hoe I to 10, I sin, then I do it again I get my ends, I'm in my motherfucking
to Lafayette Maybe off in Alexandria, but I ain't finished yet I gotta make a hoe I-10, I sin Then I, do it again I get my ends, I'm in my motherfucking
business!) Ma I gotta eat...I don't know your religion I got child support, I can't adore the bitching (I can't take it) Plus some cousins in college
crown on top that say R.I.P. DJ Screw But I'ma hold it down like it's no cigo' Make this screw shit coast to coast I can't be stopped like a locomotive
wit the double R, real street shit Da blond hair bandit, you got gunz, hand it Turn my face when I bust a cannon 'cause I don't wear sunblock Ask Drag
holder grippin on tha grain cause so much pain to that P-a-t, I see ya flippin with tha grain watch A-Team me as I pop and I shine Ima break em off see
damn, there face I, ain't screwed down in St. Lou New York, it ain't got no pipe instructions They just suck outta you like liposuction Still what I mean is I
don't stop S.U.C. took a mission on down to Wreckshop, come on Screwed up click, gone keep it true R.I.P. to, that DJ Screw We gonna mourn you till
thought I wasn't comin' back, look at me now Hoppin' out the same cherry 6 4 with the red rag top down I'm The Game, homie, call your girl She ain't
how I get down But this ain't makin' the band I'm tired of shakin' your hand I got the piece to the puzzle I'm on the streets when I hustle I got the
Lloyd Banks] By now I know you done seen me/ On your stadium or TV with three eighty on the EV I skeet babies on your breezy/ and I aint stoppin Only
now I will not never till the bottles empty than I'll pour a lil mo for pascrew and pimp c. (r.I.p). and I would stop but believe me I can't so till shortie
.U.C. Screwed Up Click until I D I E Nigga don't get me crunk watch me pop trunk Smoking on cush ain't never seen skunk Man I'm so throwed caught me in
