| What’s the deal world, it’s that boy Big T
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| The million dollar hook man, you know I’m tal’n bout
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| Southside O.G. |
| fa real, my partna C-Note and
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| Lil Flip, fin to tell y’all how we do it, on the Southside
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| You know we been doing it deep, Dirty South man
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| Blood sweat and tears with this game mayn
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| Know I’m tal’n bout, now we fin to let y’all know how
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| We ride, C-Note and Lil Flip, Cloverland G’s baby
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| Know I’m tal’n bout, this how it go down baby
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| On the Southsiiiiiiiide
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| That’s how we ride
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| On the Southsiiiiiiiide
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| Candy paint, looking kinda clean
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| Fresh throwback, looking kinda mean
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| C-Note and Lil Flip, be on the scene
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| See we trying to stack, that Clover green
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| Ball in the daytime, ball in the night time
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| It really don’t matter, we ball at the right time
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| See me in the Benzo, sitting on Lorenzo’s
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| Smoking with my kin folk, with a tight dime
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| I floss through MLK (MLK)
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| I floss through S-A (S-A
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| I floss through South Park, and then Hiram Clark
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| Then I hit the breaks
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| My pockets, keep the mumps
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| Bobbing and weaving, and popping trunks
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| Texas boys, just ain’t no punks
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| Watch a nigga run, when I bust the pump
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| I’m bout that paper though
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| Before I go broke, I’ll break your hoe
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| Stand on the cut, and I’ll push the snow
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| Pull up on Sprewells, and I’ll take your hoe
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| Uh-oh uh-oh, that’s Screwed Up Click
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| We always doing, that Screwed Up shit
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| Then we be sitting, in money pits
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| Steady be dropping, them platinum hits
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| Bitch this is Screwed Up music
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| Bitch niggas, don’t confuse it
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| We lay back, in made backs
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| Bitch nigga, this is Screwed Up Houston
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| Snitch niggas, don’t abuse it
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| All real, would like to fuse it
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| Flash that, and back to act a track
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| Cause that’s, just how we do it
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| Down here, we smoking green
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| We drinking purple, and riding red
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| Better watch your head, cause I’m chasing bread
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| I can’t wait till AK, get out the FED
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| So we can do a track, and count paper stacks
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| I push Cadillacs, with fifth wheels in the back
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| I done took that hoe, to the shop
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| Now that bitch, candy black
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| I can’t do that shit, music fast
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| I can screw that shit, if she got some ass
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| I’ll screw that shit, and after that
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| Nigga you know my style, I never knew that bitch
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| I’m from the Southside, I’ll leave your mouth wide
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| When I pull up, in that Benz
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| On twenty-twen-twins, I mean 20 inch Lorenz
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| Watch the money that you spend
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| You trying to impress, your friends
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| You can’t afford that dro, go back to them 3-for-10's
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| The robber done closed down, so niggas doing bad
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| So if you get caught slipping my nigga, that’s your ass
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| We still fucking with Johnny, cause we making bigger money
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| You making that local money, I’m making that Jigga money
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| When I made it you should of said, yeah my niggas done it
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| The reason I turn my back, cause y’all niggas fronted
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| It’s Flip and C-Note, we some Clover G’s
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| I’m the first nigga in the hood, with yellow rocks in my piece
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| That’s the way we do it nigga, we the Screwed Up Click
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| You fuck around with me and C, and we gon shoot up shit
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| We hustled in this street game, we hustled for the street fame
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| We busting with this heat mayn, knock you out your seats mayn
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| From cake face to big mayn, we wrecking in these streets mayn
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| But most up in these niggas brains, just like them clicks mayn
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| But now them in the ground, cause we bust them niggas down
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| First niggas out they town, to put it down with this Screwed Up sound
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| I know my piece shine bright, I know my teeth shine bright
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| Like a headlight through the night, I know I’m gonna live my life |