| I’m bout to square it off, everybody better stay in they homes
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| Cus when I spit, I’m representin
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| I’m protected by chrome
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| My old G Hump done told me Trae it’s bout that time to explode
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| So everybody in my way better get the fuck off the road
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| I’m on the rampage and there ain’t gon be no cooling me off
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| Until I put it through a nigga disrespecting the south
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| I’m a guerilla out the click, and ain’t no taming me Plus they got me heated cus niggaz ain’t who they claim to be But still they claim to be the S.U.C. |
| and I ain’t feeling that
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| H-A Dub show me the sign so I can bring they hat and lay them flat
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| 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
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| Never slackin on the back of the track, I’m a fool that’s a fact
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| Then again I ain’t having that when it comes to flowing I’m sick
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| Bitch, give me 50 feet and hop the fuck off of my dick
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| All chumps get squashed by the Screwed Up Click
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| Certified gangstas ain’t takin no shit
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| Got everybody tryin’a steal our shit
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| Now give us 50 feet and get the fuck off our dick
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| Now give us 50 feet and get the fuck off our dick
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| You punk bitch, you criss switchas steal our shit
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| I’ma come down, I’ma come through
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| We came down and through since 1992
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| I’m a protege of Screw, one of the hardest ones
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| Put you on a cavilary and a dangerous tongue
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| I’m the mouthpiece of the Southeast, on weak niggaz high feast
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| Back back, gimme 50 feet, or I shall reach your piece
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| Better stay out of my reach, and stop stealing my lines
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| Niggaz singin my songs like old school nursery rhymes
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| Yall niggaz far behind, I can see you in my rear view
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| I can spit a punch line and smash your whole crew
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| Yall boys is boo-boo, and yall boys is so through
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| That shit yall do make a nigga boo-boo
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| I drive these niggaz cuckoo, really ricka voo-doo
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| Representin Screw-zoo like Lil’Flip and Bahdoo
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| All chumps get squashed by the Screwed Up Click
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| Certified gangstas ain’t takin no shit
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| Got everybody tryin’a steal our shit
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| Now give us 50 feet and get the fuck off our dick
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| Now boys wanna be me, walk in my shoes
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| They don’t fit, sound like the big boss of the Screwed Up Click
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| I’m dick, there ain’t but one Mr. 3−2
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| Playa, ass nigga that always stay true
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| Who is you?
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| Who is that tellin lies on the mic?
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| Better get your game together can’t come up overnight
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| I’ma write, get mine, puttin it in the stash
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| Once you have the last laugh with a whole lot of cash
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| Street game roll something depending one deep
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| Grindin it out but mothafuckers feel decieved
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| 50 feet ain’t enough, I need a little more space
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| Take over, monopolize
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| All up, in your face
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| H-A dub and my nigga Lil’Trae
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| Ready for pistol play anytime, anyday
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| Okay, it ain’t a game all chumps get squashed
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| By the Screwed Up Click, and Mr. … Big Boss
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| All chumps get squashed by the Screwed Up Click
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| Certified gangstas ain’t takin no shit
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| Got everybody tryin’a steal our shit
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| Now give us 50 feet and get the fuck off our dick |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Screwed Up Click , by - Trae Tha Truth. Song from the album Same Thing Different Day, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп