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trae tha truth - screwed up click lyrics

[verse one: trae]
i’m bout to square it off, everybody better stay in they homes
cus when i spit, i’m representin
i’m protected by chrome
my old g hump done told me trae it’s bout that time to explode
so everybody in my way better get the f-ck off the road
i’m on the rampage and there ain’t gon be no cooling me off
until i put it through a n-gga disrespecting the south
i’m a guerilla out the cl!ck, and ain’t no taming me
plus they got me heated cus n-ggas ain’t who they claim to be
but still they claim to be the s.u.c. and i ain’t feeling that
h-a dub show me the sign so i can bring they hat and lay them flat
across the concrete and that’ll show them what the business is
hit them with the hook and that’ll show them what my feelings is
copycats get a tat ‘fore the mack in the lac
never slackin on the back of the track, i’m a fool that’s a fact
then again i ain’t having that when it comes to flowing i’m sick
b-tch, give me 50 feet and hop the f-ck off of my d-ck

[chorus: h.a.w.k. x2]
all chumps get squashed by the screwed up cl!ck
certified gangstas ain’t takin no sh-t
got everybody tryin’a steal our sh-t
now give us 50 feet and get the f-ck off our d-ck

[verse two: h.a.w.k.]
now give us 50 feet and get the f-ck off our d-ck
you punk b-tch, you criss switchas steal our sh-t
i’ma come down, i’ma come through
we came down and through since 1992
i’m a protege of screw, one of the hardest ones
put you on a cavilary and a dangerous tongue
i’m the mouthpiece of the southeast, on weak n-ggas high feast
back back, gimme 50 feet, or i shall reach your piece
better stay out of my reach, and stop stealing my lines
n-ggas singin my songs like old school nursery rhymes
yall n-ggas far behind, i can see you in my rear view
i can spit a punch line and smash your whole crew
yall boys is boo-boo, and yall boys is so through
that sh-t yall do make a n-gga boo-boo
i drive these n-ggas cuckoo, really ricka voo-doo
representin screw-zoo like lil’ flip and bahdoo

[chorus: h.a.w.k. x2]
all chumps get squashed by the screwed up cl!ck
certified gangstas ain’t takin no sh-t
got everybody tryin’a steal our sh-t
now give us 50 feet and get the f-ck off our d-ck

[verse three: mr. 3-2]
now boys wanna be me, walk in my shoes
they don’t fit, sound like the big boss of the screwed up cl!ck
i’m d-ck, there ain’t but one mr. 3-2
playa, -ss n-gga that always stay true
who is you?
who is that tellin lies on the mic?
better get your game together can’t come up overnight
i’ma write, get mine, puttin it in the stash
once you have the last laugh with a whole lot of cash
street game roll something depending one deep
grindin it out but mothaf-ckers feel decieved
50 feet ain’t enough, i need a little more sp-ce
take over, monopolize
all up, in your face
h-a dub and my n-gga lil’ trae
ready for pistol play anytime, anyday
okay, it ain’t a game all chumps get squashed
by the screwed up cl!ck, and mr. … big boss

[chorus: h.a.w.k. x2]
all chumps get squashed by the screwed up cl!ck
certified gangstas ain’t takin no sh-t
got everybody tryin’a steal our sh-t
now give us 50 feet and get the f-ck off our d-ck

- trae tha truth lyrics

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