(*talking*)
EQ (yeah), Thug Dirt
What you thought, we was falling off
What you thought, the South wasn't gon come hard
What you thought, we was weak
n***a this H-Town, n***a we run sh**
Who you think, you listening to motherf**er
This 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 T
The best kept secret, out the 7-1-3
From the streets of pistol play, cause it don't matter to me
If you searching for the Don, n***as look no mo'
I'm in a tinted black truck, white cups and dro
Don't start no sh**, it won't be no blood
I'm a Custom Made Gangsta, and mixed with thug
Herschelwood till I die, that's the name of my block
Battle scars and plenty wars, I did it rock for rock
I'ma smash on boys, when they play these games
Bullet wounds to the chest, when they say these names
My sk**s are boosted up, I'm getting scary
I tell these n***as, that I'm already legendary
And fresh off the porch, it ain't no f**ing with me
And I still'll bust a head, for the S.U.C
[Hook]
Don't start no sh**, won't be no sh**
It's the Don, I represent the Screwed Up Click
Don't start no sh**, won't be no sh**
It's Sensei biting the mic, I'm still a hard pit
Don't start no sh**, it won't be no sh**
It's Boss Hogg Corleone, and I'm back in the mix
Don't start no sh**, it won't be no sh**
It's the Screwed Up Click, it's the Screwed Up Click
[Big Pokey]
The money the house, the Jag the six
Call me Slick, I'm the dude with the bag of tricks
It's a drought, powder pack brick mad the bench
Took it back got a nug', now I'm back in the mix
I get mine on the edge of the booth, ready to jump
3600 block of the Yella', that's where I'm from
For really, I'm fin's to show these n***as the dealy
Then wrap this b**h up, like endo in a filly
f** the keys to the city, I'ma pick the lock
If the jump boys raiding tonight, pick the spot
The n***as that start sh**, we trying to get dead
I twist n***as dump em, and mail they mama the head
Sensei's in the building, start dropping your bread
My album's like bird sh**, drop and spread
Y'all know how I play it, low to the ground
S.U.C. motherf**er, controlling the town
[Hook]
[Mike D]
See now they gon goon 'head, and make me hurt a man
C-walked off on em, and do the murder dance
See the print in my pants, that's my trusted 3-80
In your a** pocket size, so I can hit you in your co*ky eyes
Grew up on Pac, don't know nothing bout me
I'ma ride and die, with the S.U.C
And it's Boss Hogg daddy, Miggity Mike D
Got these n***as out here sick, like I let the pen let free
I survived long summers, in white suits and boots
Now back in the mix, in a 5-60 coupe
With a 50-Cal in my lap, ready to let loose
I got the game in choke hold, these n***as in a neuse
The game done gave me my F, boys know what I'ma do
Get six down chicks, make six round trips
Make six dimes flip, talk cash money sh**
It's Boss Hogg Corleone, Screwed Up Click n***a
[Hook]