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the screwed up click - freestyle #1 lyrics

(-talking-)
-ssh0l- by nature, you ain’t never gon see me sweating
z-ro the crooked, aka king of the motherf-cking ghetto
know i’m tal’n bout, southside for life
s.u.c. i’m a -ssh0l-, southsi’ for li’ uh huh
screwed up cl!ck, my n-gga dj screw i know y’all knew

[z-ro]
i’m all out of sp-ce, with my game
h-ll yeah n-gga, got my pocket full of change
i use to have a pocket full of lint, now they wonder where i went
when the laws hit the corner, i’ma hit the fence
i’m gone, out do’
i’m outtie five thousand, but i’m still blowing dro
on the castle creek, or the vetaven or the motherf-cking ridge road
b-tch, i put a widded up in your wig hoe
motherf-cking, teflon
or seven point two sixes b-tch, all in your arm
all in your chest, or all in your face
or all in your leg, now your back is in a brace
you riding in a wheelchair, n-gga can’t walk
when you talk down on a n-gga, i gangsta walk
up on your b-tch -ss, open your -ss up like vick sab
with a series of quick jabs, and six slabs
i ain’t tripping b-tch, open up your six pack
know i’m saying b-tch, lips back
cracked open, talking that there
but i ain’t even much tripping, i couldn’t give a care
cause i swear, i got k!llers on my team
riding round, with the infra blue beam screen
h-ll naw, the silencer is on the f-cking tip
of the motherf-cking, extended clip
i rip through your flesh b-tch, now i’m all up in your chest b-tch
better hope, god blessed b-tch
cause if you don’t, that’s your -ss
i promise when i see you hoe, that’s your -ss
it’s still f-ck watts, cause i don’t give a f-ck
riding in a truck n-gga, south up
southside n-gga, but the nawf is part of the south too
so watch, your motherf-cking mouth fool
know i’m saying, disrespecting the don
i’ll drop your b-tch -ss, with the left arm
i’m right handed, kinda ambidextrous
but i ain’t tripping b-tch, see your chin i stretch the sh-t
i ain’t tripping, i keep the flow going longer
i’m still, on the motherf-cking corner
with a square of marijuana, i ride the track out until it’s gone
i ain’t tripping, i’m still repping for my f-cking home
what’s up, to the motherf-cking southside
my n-gga know i’m saying, i got to keep my mouth wide
i showed the diamonds in the back, so shine the light on them
but i ain’t tripping, yeah he got the light it ain’t dim
i ain’t tripping, i got the shine up in my lips mayn
i ain’t tripping, i’m on a sip mayn
yeah, the motherf-cking phantom red
you heard what i said, i put the lean up in my head
make me lean to the left, and then i lean back
just like the fat joe, but a n-gga ain’t fat joe
mo’ like the skinny joe, or the thinner joe
i’m still a winner b-tch, yeah i’m still a winter hoe
i’m on spinners hoe, three’s on the cadillac
h-ll yeah i chop your -ss, with my battle axe
i’m still looking dead, off up in the lens
i ain’t even tripping, you better ask my partna den
how we get down on the south, we don’t play with ya
know i’m saying, gun talk we say with ya
peep out the skip, peep that u-g-p
peep out that juvenile n-gga, then peep out me
then peep out the mo’f-cking, s.u.c
we got n-ggas like chris ward, and that c
g, know i’m saying that’s the gangsta talk
get with it b-tch, and do the gangsta walk

(-talking-)
know i’m saying, i’m just f-cking around
but y’all know n-gga, dj screw is the don n-gga
all you hoe -ss n-ggas, y’all gon mind n-gga
f-ck you and your cl!ck n-gga, know i’m saying
this how i do my sh-t n-gga, screwed up cl!ck for life
southside n-gga still sipping, wish you would run up

- the screwed up click lyrics

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