you's a ski mask Bustin shots from my Rolles, tryin to make your car crash (feel me) ... This is MY LIFE [Chorus] [Verse 2: screwed and chopped] [Verse 3: DJ Screw
my soldiers who is gone, Tupac and Biggie Smalls and the list goes on/ Jam Master Jay, I hope you're resting in peace/ Say "RIP" Say "RIP"/ To DJ Screw
with my gun then get caught without it It's Gilla House ****, you know we here to smoke DJ, keep it Kool, Reggie, let me clear my throat When I'm in
my band, my salsa Makes all the pretty girl's wan to dance My salsa, look out for my next single, it's called My Salsa... My salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa, my
, you got lucky Buy a DJ, someone hip A barrel with far too much lip I used to worship you Walk the streets with ya to my ear Cos my mother said turn
[Intro: Lil' Keke] Big terrible Texas It's where legends are born I'm Lil' Keke The Don Original Screwed Up Click It's a dedication to DJ Screw
t smilin when you see me in person I'm tryin to peep out my surroundings cause them jackers be lurkin Ain't none of that takin my car or my chain,
my mouth, got some Gucci on my seat Got g's on my ***, it's cold when I speak Got a freak on my arm, got a charm around my neck You can go on and pass
time for hangin Slick with my shit my grip don't fold (Chaa) Pick the fly chicks and ditch those hoes (Chaa) Kiss for my bitch my kids get doe (Chaa) Rip in my
half an ounce of cocaine Hit interstate ten, to Texas Listening to DJ Screw just raised the Lexus Called up Pimp C Did a song last week with my nigga
a half an ounce of cocaine Hit interstate ten, to Texas Listening to DJ Screw just raised the Lexus Called up Pimp C, did a song last week with my nigga
G's got stacks And that pimps got lacks, rollin' through the hood And it feels so good And it feels so good Turnin' corners with my pinky man Through my
bags ride around with tech's, endo, with a vest Giovanni's on my Hummer, and spinners on my Lex I rep Houston, Tex where niggaz bang Screw we ride
Now e'rybody wanna spit 16 And live the glamorous life on the T.V. screen But it ain't that easy, y'all rappers cheesy I can't leave rap alone my fans
, and let down my window I'm candy paint with DVD's and Playstation 2 I got a mic with a crown on top that say R.I.P. DJ Screw But I'ma hold it down like
Now DJ Screw, Aaliyah, wake up, America An' even though you gone, your memory lives on an' on, yeah An' even though you died, you're still my nigga
Tomorrow never dies, we suicid missionaries (Come on cops) smokin' hats keeps my visions blurry My right hand nigga be my nickel nine on my ways never
