picture frames Kin folk, I miss you man Still got your number locked in my cell phone (28-2686-18-6) my nigga gone Holding on, S.U.C. holding it down Banging Screw
ones in the click, since the year 9-2 Yeah me and Screw, the click you know we started that It was a three-headed monster with my boy Fat Pat We was the
(feat. Mr. 3-2) [talking] R.I.P. (R.I.P.), DJ Screw (DJ Screw) We never gon forget you baby, love you my nigga That's for real, huh, G-O-V (G-O-V) S
collas again Who put the tap-tap on the map, gotta be him I push the throttle again, cause E.S.G. won't quit Man I put that on Screw, and the Screwed
Screw This is a tribute, from me to you And my Screwed Up soldiers, riding candy blue [Hook x2] [H.A.W.K.] Now it's '96, and we formed a label Screw
and Mafio in class putting together to get our hands down Destined to be a living legend, spitting game on tracks Now we popping it with the DJ Screw
game Screwed Up Click about to go worldwide And once you cross 6-10 welcome to the Southside, Southside [Chorus x2] [Lil Flip] Thanks to my nigga Screw
things will never be the same They shoulda never let us get our foot in this game Ever since I was introduced to rap music I been missin a screw
the world's mine, YEAH! [Chorus] [Akon] {*cell door slams*} Konvict Now tell me have you ever looked off in the distance and seen the mac aimin at your head mayne (head
too hopeful, even with my expert knowledge Most girls most do mean trouble, because they are rarely honest What's with the jokes, all the routines they play Screw with my head
I'm never home I always get up and go Puttin' you through the unnecessary rigga-ma-ro I never meant to put a thousand pounds Of stress on ya head I love
Listen, I'm never home I always get up and go Puttin' you through the unnecessary rigga-ma-ro I never meant to put a thousand pounds Of stress on ya head
way harder baby and Lil Wayne was working harder too all of us was getting street paper but that was way before Carter 2 if you from Texas and a Screw head
s from ashes to dust We got paper to make and fake nigga's asses to bust If you down for your hood, and you bangin that Screw Put your sets in the sky
last hours wit my son and my daughter [1] - If you had twenty four hours to live just think Where would you go? What would you do? Who would you screw
Come come try draw your scale try to make it special don't throw it all away the time might be untrue don't screw the day theres something more to do
beater show the pythons Drug money kept the lights on, and besides the gunsmoke The hate in the air is what kept the nights on They 'gon hate anyway screw
the vibe That's inside the space When you close yo' eyes and screw yo' face Is this the pain of too much tenderness To make me nod my head in reverence
