Big Pokey - Screwed Up Click lyrics

(*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]