E.S.G. - The Legendary DJ Screw lyrics

[It's a Big E beat] [Intro: Bun B] This is dedicated, to the legendary DJ Screw [Verse: 1 Bun B] Now once upon a time not long ago Where they come down candy, and live life low Where the fours stay chromey, and they grippin' on wood And people all behave like it's all to the good Then came a young player from the Southside streets Who had dreams of making music, with slowed down beats He jumped on the tables made it do what it do And so begins the legend of DJ Screw [Hook] (Scratched) This is dedicated to the legendary DJ Screw [Verse 2: ESG] Jeah Six in the morning, Feds at my door Quarter mil' on the floor, the city where everything shows Yeah, still bang Screw, we love it mayne I know he gone, but nothing changed Hawk, P.A.T., M.O.E. they all above us, mayne Down here he grind and hustle, mayne Can't forget Chad Butler mayne Still swang on 84's, a mirror-gla** like buzzers mayne Grab the Louie duffle man, S.U.C. still in this thing I know my dog gone, Robert Davis, we gon' do it mayne [Verse 3: C-Note] See, I love this life This is Screwed Up Click Don't quote me, dog You'll get screwed up quick Still we blew one quick My 84's, they stick On 24's, we sit You know we holdin' it, b**h I'mma do this hit for Screw For Hawk, for Pat Even though we pushin' powder But the trunk, be crack C-Note reppin' S.U.C R.I.P. to Jimmy T n***a, I'mma swang in the 'Lac That's how it s'posed, to be [Hook] [Verse 4: Trae tha Truth] (Jeah) One of the realest to do this sh** Used to Texas Screwed up, quick Yeah, the tracks, Screw'll bring it back No one better that you can get For my n***a Robert Davis Chop it up, Screw my sh** Now the true representation, making sure the world knew this sh** Every time you think of double cups, or swangers peekin' out the boards Freestylin' off top of dome, or grills covered in ice and gold Dealers salute the General, point-black, no subliminal Tell 'em we Screwed up Texas, we go fed like a criminal [Verse 5: Lil' O] Here's a little story about a n***a like me Fat Rat Wit Da Cheeze, n***a, S.U.C South-west, H-Town, all of that's me If a ho is cotton-mouth I wouldn't give a b**h P I'm so Screwed up n***a say I talk slow I say I listen fast when you n***as talk doe And nah, I can't touch if the sh** is not dro If the drink is not purple, and the b**hes no -whoa- [Hook] [Verse 6: Z-Ro] Dark blue Regal, or a Screw Blue Impala Helpin' everybody, that's what he used to with this dollars No collars, just t-shirts and Dickies Even though he had a lot to do He was never too busy to come and get me I'm really Screwed Up Click, Robert Earl Davis put me in Not a friend of a friend of a friend, of a friend I can see him spinnin' records in Heaven in all white Like he used to do on 22-34 all night [Verse 7: Big Hawk] n***as I feel that's talkin' sh** n***as I feel that's ridin' dick Talkin' down on the Screwed Up Click They must don't know who they f**in' wit' 5-Star General of the S.U.C Want my clique, gotta go through me Go through Key, and Mike. D Then you gotta go through Big Pokey Who you know a n***a hard as me? Who you n***a know is smart as me? n***as wanna know how hard is he I'm hard as the Baltimore Raven's D Betcha ain't see, like a [?] real Hardest n***a I feel, with no deal Plowin' through n***as like a snowmobile And I make beats that the real can feel [Hook x2]