Chamillionaire

[fox69]

"Hip Hop Police"
(feat. Slick Rick)

"Hip Hop Police"
(feat. Slick Rick)



[Intro:]
Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go
Keep runnin' homie
Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go
They on the trail
Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go
Keep runnin' homie
Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go
They on the trail

[Chorus 1:]
With so much drama in the industry
Hip Hop Police are listening
Be careful or you'll be history
Looks like another unsolved mystery
It's murder, murder, murder
Ah it's murder, murder, murder
Yeah it's murder, murder, murder
Somebody tell em it's murder
Murder was the case and they blamed me

[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire:]
Officer I didn't do it, you can't blame me for this
Could you please loosen up the handcuffs on my wrists?
You can call me what you wanna but mayne I ain't a snitch
No cooperation is exactly what you would get
'til I talk to my lawyer, you get no reply
You've obviously been watching too much CSI
I'm not a crash dummy so don't even try
To talk your dirty trash to me, no BFI
If you are not guilty of anything, then why did you run?
Cause you the police and plus I saw you cocking your gun
And the chamber wasn't empty, it was obviously one
If you think I'm believing that one, your obviously dumb
Huh? I know that you heard the sirens, you dived in
To the vehicle you was driving and riding
Instead you shouldn't be whining about abiding
By the law, nah it's obvious that you're lying

[Chorus 1]

[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire:]
Stop lying to me boy, it'd be best you confess
I can smell the BS on the scent of your breath
Saw the meth while I was inspecting your deck
Saw that you was riding dirty when I looked at the rest
Who is this guy Busta? Who is this guy Snoop?
Who is his other friend who's wearing the sky blue?
Look at this pic here, he standing beside you
Tell me his name now, I heard he was piru
Confiscated the CD's at one of your homes
For evidence ever since we heard some of your songs
What about this Pimp guy, he was on one of your songs
I could've sworn he said he had a pocket full of stones
Am I wrong? Hell yeah, I don't know who that is
I don't know no Pimp C, all I know is I'm rich
And I'm a bond like James, bet I be out here quick
Man You ain't getting out of here, you must think that your slick
In the car we confiscated The Chronic and The Clipse
Diary that you had and all your Blueprints
On the Death Row booklet, we found your two prints
Your thumb and your index, the judge will love this)

[Chorus 2:]
With so much drama in the industry
Hip Hop Police are listening
Be careful or you'll be history
Looks like another unsolved mystery
It's murder (It's a bloody murder)
Ah it's murder (It's a bloody murder)
Yeah it's murder (It's a bloody murder)
Somebody tell 'em it's murder
Murder was the case and they blamed me

[Verse 3 - Chamillionaire/Slick Rick:]
And you can see your screwed as the evidence pours in
The witness to the crime was at 3 in the morning
Gave us a description so we picked up your boy and
You'll get a lighter sentence if you put the crime on him
A big celebrity, a case we long for
You a pirate, Why you got that eye patch on for?
Funny Putting people in a hurse what I heard for
Where were you the night of April 21st son?
Home, I think that you got your facts wrong, gats on you
Chamillionaire, Rob shot Couple cats on Melview
What? We gonna have to jail you too
In the line-up, don't speak until we tell you to
This the person who jimmied your lock, sir?
Well he's dark, Kinda looked like him, I'm not sure
Fail into nail cause a cell it's another?
Leave, I see an unmarked tail in the glover?
Hit the Bodega, not no more game
This chick used to be nice, acting all strange
Like she was gonna get it, pathetic
I sell in court now they all apologetic

[Chorus 1]

 

[fox69]

"Hip Hop Warning"

"Hip Hop Warning"


[Intro]
I don't really know if it's dead or alive
They called for an ambulance
They said one of them won't be able to make 'til March 27
But in the mean time I'll give it a check up

[Chorus - 2X]
Hip-hop just died here's a warning
(somebody ring the alarm)
Hip=hop just died here's a warning
(somebody ring the alarm)
Hip-hop just died here's a warning
That revenge is coming (It's coming back for..)
(It's coming back for revenge)

[Chamillionaire talking over chorus]
Man I don't even know if hip-hop is dead
But I do know that some of the bigest retails stores is going out of business
Record sales ain't doing what they use to do
Remember when you use to be able to go 4, 5 million sold
Now everybody having trouble to go gold man
It's a lot of good music coming out the south
And a lot of non-sense coming out the south
But I can't blame no artist
I blame corporate america for the downfall of rap

[Chamillionaire]
If hip-hop should die before I'm great (yea)
I'ma do more than just murder a mixtape
I'ma do more than just murder a mixtape
I'ma do more than just murder a mixtape (chea)
Pollution I smell that in the breeze
But let's try not to get mad at the trees
Tell 'em all not to get mad at the leaves
Let's get mad at the idiots that planted the seeds
When it come to mixtapes, I'm know as the Messiah
I influence these other rappers to get tighter
Go to every label and murder the checkwriter
Who ever hired him, we should prey that he will get fired
And soon as they kick him out on Broadway
Show him how to make his hip-hop the hard way
I bring the whole south with me, you should just call me
And we can make a pinata out of him all day
Chea, and I ain't even finna be gentle
You can murder Seline for sending me the instrumental
It ain't coincidental how they can get in your mental
Then the minute you see it they tell you it was accidental (accidental)
All rich rappers do is complain, everybody arguing to be on top of the game
9 out of 10 rap about copping them thangs
Or how the gat go braat, braat, braat, braat when it bang
And it seems like H-town got that popular slang
Platinum grills everybody else copping the same
Platinum grills everybody else copping the same
Then everybody run to that like it's the poppinest thang
What is that man? Where the hell your swagger at?
Who gon be the first to bring the old swagger back?
Doing what I do seems like boys mad at that
You was sharp homie, where the hell is your dagger at?
I was a fan sitting up in the stands
When it was M-E-T-H-O-D MAN
You hear M-E-T-H-O-D for Cham
Rakim was still thinking of a master plan
And it worked, and now I'ma fit up in my place
Stay humble, stay focused, and show that I got grace
You better not point the burner to my face
Better load up the burner and then turn it to myspace
The same rapper than die hard, Bruce Willis with a vest under the Izod
Wanna beat you? Man I ain't got to try hard
You getting beat by the Internet and your Ipod
The label don't want you to be Master P
Took the Master and put it right after P
Bump it master, but I won't let it master me
You're an idiot if you're giving up your masters free
Corporate America is f-ing up the rap game
While we argue about which rapper got the phat chain
You real gangsta you pulling out your gat man
The real gangsta who ever own the rap name
Like Busta said "you should give a performance"
That's the truth us rappers shouldn't try and avoid it
If you're married the game go ahead and divorce it
Especially if it's rap we ain't even enjoying it
Yea I'am not going to point a "K" at a magazine
Because of what someone say in a magazine
I can..pull out my chain yellin 'Bada Bling'
Or on a G4 plane sitting by the wing
Telling you "the leather feel good don't it?"
For 50 thou you'll have a real good moment
The plane's landed by the pilot that flown it
I am not an idiot cause I'm trying to own it
Little kids look at me and say that "you best"
1.3 million in the U.S. some label exec gettting in a new desk
I get an award they tell me that I'm too blessed
Honestly it just excited my family
I just hide the medicine inside of the candy
Get cured by the music blasting out of your camry
If not I'll hide the medicine inside of your brandy
Cuz I know that yall boys gotta be drunk
To think that Chamillionaire gonna be a industry punk
I'm a in-da-streets problem you will get stomped
Get criss-cross off when the kid jump
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this (Jump)
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this (Jump)
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this (Jump)
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't
Because I'm the miggity miggity mack that stacks the plat plaques
But rap is so wack so I'm back to spit crack
March 27th I'm back and that's fact
So rappers that can't rap get ready cuz it's a wrap

 

[fox69]

"Hold Up"

"Hold Up"


Hold up
Self-employed so I'm paying me
Stayin' true 'cause it pay to be
Won't loud part candy captain then get a ticket then pay the V
Rap 84 of the 83, ain't rhyme them and they ain't with me,
How ya'll pay to get in the club, and then hate on the person y'all pay to see
Now we got mob block live again
Look at these whips we're riding in
Making ball and look easy baby, we don't practice like Iverson
Sliding in I'm 'em super post when
I'm getting closer I'm just guard your face
All the sinners star calling God,
All the rappers start calling Mace,
Drop sounding like an earthquake,
Trunk bound to make an earth shake
Every day is a movie for me, you like the destination on the first day
Telling me it's her birthday, new shoes and her persuade,
You should go and preach to the quire, I ain't the one you can persuade,
She ain't worthy of the hotel, I wouldn't even get a motel,
Mess around and take your girl from you then sell it to you for the wholesale
Oh well, have her back, won't' love but I love the stacks
So I'm pulling up and then you know what
They looking at me like what is that

[Hook:]
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up,
That's what they've been calling me,
Soon they see me roll up, roll up
Don't know what to call that
So they call, they call, they call it
Hold up, hold up, hold up,
That's what they call it.
Hold up, hold up, hold up,
That's what they call it.
Soon they see roll up, uh, roll up,
Don't know what to call that
So they call, they call, they call it
Hold up

Told Brad to send me a track,
He send me a track to sound like a trap,
I don't know normally do this,
But hey when I do it sound like the prep,
Competition left me in flat, I'm just hoping that you trap,
I'm just hoping you try to try me,
Get drag around by your suit tie,
You can catch me in the foreign city,
Where they don't even know I rap,
First album went platinum so they ain't many places on my map,
Going golfin in Iraq, going shopping in Dubai
She'll be asking the man forgives and gives me the gift form Do-bah
Bottle water with a mouse trap, no rat can get my cheese
Her ass get no scraps get no bad like her ratches
Wanna book me for five G's,
Read the sign and say stop please,
Can't knock me, my trunk knocking,
My making woman looking knock me,
Call me but I'm unreachable, too trill to be speaker too
Got lost in my own garage and they couldn't find me for a week or two,
My trunk are open like peekaboo,
Neon lights to be sipping through,
Cnady blue, all my speakers blue, but I turn em up and my speakers do.

[Hook]

Hold up man, just hold up man,
Rap to state then pour it down,
Chew up cheese then throw up grants,
Then get some bread you know I'd jam,
It's lunch time, she got one friend, which is more than fine,
One four, one dime, you already know which one is mine,
Tripping like Juicy J, see love and got me in the mood of day
If it comes between hoes and dough I drop off chick and then scoop you pay,
Might as well, I might as well, passing up dough is a major feel,
Take the trip to South Africa, but can't lead the the paper like Dave Chappelle
Realest rapper you have ever meet, she want n autograph on her fake breast,
Too young is just too dumb, girl slow it down and take a break test,
Jack it out when my lack is out,
Don't worry bout it, I ain't stressed,
Hot chocolate on my hollow tips they might mess around and get a taste test.

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"How We Do It"

"How We Do It"


[Intro - Chamillionaire - talking]
Chamillionaire.com
It's the Mixtape Don
Hold up Ric
We got to take 'em back, know what I'm talkin 'bout?
Yeah, y'all know the number 832-514-4730
That's the line man, y'all hit me and let me know what go down
Know what I'm talkin 'bout? Yeah

[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Verses so thoed, so the records got sold
22 years old with a mouth full of gold
We in Cleveland on the road, seem like everybody knows
That if you work hard enough, the truth'll expose
Got in beef with Mike Jones, dropped a lot of beef songs
Then the day I got grown and made peace with Mike Jones
In Texas seem like everybody hustlin to keep the lights on
Well cut the mic on
Mayne, had some tension with Paul 'cause that used to be my dog
And it seem like everybody else was tryin to get the ball
But they be said naw, that's the day we impressed
I guess I had to learn to get my own, am I "Correct"?
Now with checks on my desk and my jewelry lookin fresh
And when it come to success, bet nobody can contest
Get love in your city, you'll get hate in your own city too
You know it's all cool, man

[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
Freestyle got better, jump shot got worse
So was basketball last and makin rap cash first
Doin rap concerts, that's what I call work
And soon as I hit the turf, the white girls go berserk
Really I ain't never had a whole lot of family
I had to go adopt a VMA and then a Grammy
Talkin to a person that ain't never met a granny
It's lonely at the top, you understand me?
But I still keep it movin, keep the money comin fast
They say the big challenge is to get the dough to mass
Savin money in my stash, movin like the Flash
But it seem the day is longer than the neck on a giraffe
Got Cokes in the cooler, headed to the Kappa Beach
Boys callin for a ride, why you actin like a leech?
1's on my feet, brand new chain and the piece
Every other stop sign I'm takin pictures with a freak, hold up

[Outro - Chamillionaire - talking]
I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm the realest
I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm the realest
I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm the realest eva

 

[fox69]

"Hurtin' Em Bad"

"Hurtin' Em Bad"


[Chorus]
Yeah nigga we hurtin' em' bad
Droppin' these bangin' ass beats
Better go warn ya niggaz because
Chamillion is comin' with heat
Niggaz gon' recognize the realest
Soon as it hit the streets
Niggaz be thinkin' they runnin' shit
But all that noise gon' seize

[Verse]
You don't want me to bat, I'ma bad ass nigga
Can't let it go when I grab that nigga
you a hold up nigga I'ma grab that nigga
If you thought like me you would've had that nigga
See you drop-out in a chrome Impala
Make a u-turn groupies gon' follow
When I spit shit man the hoes gon' holla
Cuz I'm worth more then a million dollars
But I can't let the money go to my head
It's goin to my neck and my wrist instead
I do a lil dirt and bust a lil lead
? Room see the pent I'ma roast on ya fed ?
Make a lil bread and spread a lil love
Pour a lil liquor and take a lil chug
Ya girls in love dog and that's because
I smiled at her with a mouth full of gold slugs

[Chorus]

[Verse]
The world ain't ready so we gon' shock it
The industry me and Herc gon' lock it
Billboards, don't bring up the topic
Cuz I'm bout to go into everybody pocket
Ya album oh no don't drop it
Call ya record label tell em' to stop it
Niggaz gon' knock it and baller block it
I sold all out gotta re-stock it
Hear me overseas gotta get shipped up
Money in the mail, stamps get licked up
I'm tellin' ya dog, ain't no mix up
mine get picked up and yours get ripped up
Bump in the club everybody get buck
I'm like a bullet who wanna get struck?
It's pure skill, I don't need to get luck
Ya girl out shoppin' tryna get fixed up
She know I wanna sex some
Attitude you better check some
Better not try to disrespect-some
I'm comin' round there tryna collect some
If you owe some cheddar to me
Far away is better to be
Don't wanna go to war better retreat
I get a win and you dealin' with me, What!?

[Chorus]

[2 Men Talking]

[Verse]
We hurt a nigga bad whole body swell up
Better yet so he can't never get up
Ain't nothin' that another nigga can't tell us
So some of y'all boys need to shut the hell up
Ya heard, I'm in a zone can't be disturbed
I can describe my style is 2 words
The shit (oh really?), every single verse
If I drop on the 4th they scared on the 3rd
I'ma big dog, you just a lil puppy
I'ma made man, you just got lucky
I'ma wildcat like them boys in Kentucky
I'm comin' to, hurt a nigga bad like Chucky
Never was a weak nigga got it messed up
We bout to, run this you better rest up
I don't care if a hater zip his vest up
I'ma blow his chest up, aim for the neck up

[Chorus (repeat 2x)]

 

[fox69]

"I Be Comin' Down"
(feat. Rasaq)

"I Be Comin' Down"
(feat. Rasaq)



[Chorus - Rasaq]
Ehh-Ehh, I be comin' down
Uh-Ey (Uh-Ey), I be comin' down
Ehh-Ehh (Uh-Yeah), I be comin' down
Ehh-Ehh, I be comin' down
Ehh-Ehh, I be comin' down
I be comin' down, (1 for the 44) I be comin' down (2 for the Northside)
Ehh-Eww I be comin' down

[Verse: Rasaq]
Excuse me, polo when I be dressed
Rose gold around my neck, fingers throwin' up my set ehh-ehh
Pourin' up the cut, open up the trunk
Strip out the inside man, I'm showin' up on buck (Aoww!)
I'm so cool, the paint so wet
Chrome women on my hood look like she divin' in a pool
I be ridin' with the tool, I be draped in diamond jewels
When it's drama I'ma dummy, look don't make me turn to fool
Them other boys cool, but they ain't me
I'm the throwdest rhyme boy that ya eyes gon' see
Uh, My chain look like a box of cereal
Lucky Charms on my arms look like some frosted material
Yeah..I want 300 M
You want the kind you sit in, I want the kind you spend in
Paint changin' blendin', rims swangin' spinnin'
til' them thangs is bendin', leavin' stains and drippin'
I be comin' down, boys say what does that mean
But they soon get the picture when they see them TV screens
..These boys ain't messin' with the flow
Nigga, I'm the issh, like you messed up on the floor
Ha, you know the flow is so professional
Cham' is the next to go, that means that I'm the next to blow!
Before this, we been dressin' 24's
We put buttons on our rims, when we steppin' out the door

[Chorus - Rasaq]
Ehh-Ehh, I be comin' down
I be comin' down
Ehh-Eww (Uh-Yeah), I be comin' down
Ehh-Ehh, I be comin' down
Ehh-Ehh, I be comin' down
I be comin' down, I be comin' down
Ehh-Eew I be comin' down

 

[fox69]

"I Got"

"I Got"


[Intro]
9 million, 10 million, 11 million, keep goin'
Lets get it! It's Cooper
G-g-ghea
Mixtake messiah to you

[Chorus: Pimp C repeat 4X]
I got money
I got clothes
I got whips
I got

[Verse 1]
What if I said I was better than 50, Kanye, and Weezy
Would you believe me or would you be mad like I'm talkin' greezy
What if I said I was way better than all these little cheesy
rappers on TV that really be makin' corny look easy
You (E-Z Breezy) cover girls get your nails done by (Tyra)
In the streets I'm on fire and that's until I retire
I'm out entitled the mayor say I'm the mixtape messiah
So you get fire than messin' none of you rappers for hire
I don't admire none of y'all, plus I feel like I'm greater
You wanna get served, I'm a waiter and bullets I got a platter
Anybody jump fly I turn to a demonstrator
Mayor label that pay you and manager ain't gonna save ya
Not just the best in my city, I'm like the best on the planet
I'm a god from above and the streets is just where I landed
Haters all on my nuts, but ain't no need to panic
That real estate is expanded because my nuts is gigantic

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Blitz your chips, they get tackled - doin' it like its no hassle
Fourth and goal, but just know that I'm gonna be show boatin' after
If my career ever died then rest of y'all gonna be bastards
Because I fathered the baller rap style that y'all tryin' to master
Chamillionaire lost, you dummy how is you soundin'
SoundScan can't make my money, now I look like a mountain
Where the haters? I'm scoutin' 'cause I be lovin' the doubtin'
Just coordinate all the hatin' in start for my album
Don't mix business wit pleasure, I just mix money wit money
If I see Oprah oprachin' I bet she walk up in her ugly
It's like I stuffed 'em wit cotton, they see my pockets is chunky
Money is the root of all evil, they fill my pockets like Chucky
I'm gettin' rusty, I normally could make a thousand a minute
But I've been slippin' my numbers is somewhere down in (?)
We right back to the ground, they wanna hear the sound of me kill it
It's gonna sound like an inauguration in time when I get it, get it

 

[fox69]

"I Got Hoes"
(feat. Rasaq)

"I Got Hoes"
(feat. Rasaq)



[50 Cent Insert]
She so fine, shorty she so fine
Shorty she so fine, shorty shorty she so fine
She look good, she look good, she look good, she look good

[Hook - Chamillionaire (Rasaq)]
I got hoes, I got so many hoes (I'ma playa - I-I'ma playa)
Callin' on my phone, nah they won't leave me alone (I'ma playa - I-I'ma playa)
Brown-skin, red-bone, yellow bone (I'ma playa - I-I'ma playa)
Comin' to my home, they scream and they moan (I'ma playa - I-I'ma playa)
[repeat 2x]

[Rasaq]
I got so many hoes, they scream and they moan
They see me on that chrome, no they won't leave me alone
They hit me on my celli', I got yella's lookin' gritty
Knock em' down with the KY Jelly, tat my name up on they belly (Da-Da-Damn Homie!)
I'm slidin' on Parelli's, choppin' the block up like confetti
Candy paint, thick and heavy, got more mack then Makaveli
If she jazzy or she sexy, or spanish or speakin' plenty
Bet she gettin' in my Chevy, turnin' my head into spaghetti
I'm ready, change my telli's, screens on watchin' R.Kelly
Candy paint same color as jelly, cuttin' the block up like machete
Tippin' chans up in my belly, while I'm grindin' gettin' my 'fetti
Deuce-Fours under my Corvetti, swangin' and grippin' the wheel steady
Courvosei' mixed with my Henni', big faces on top of my twenty's
Never had no use for no pennies, all about my dollars and Benji's
Haters lookin' envy, bought my girl Prada and Fendi
Piece and chain cost me bout 10 G's, white-t's and no Pelle Pelle
Diamonds in my Benzeli', I don' hollered at Halle Berry
Knocked her down and popped that cherry
Man-Man, yall boys is scary hold up..hold up baby

[50 Cent Insert]
Shorty she so fine, shorty she so fine
Shorty she so fine, shorty she so fine

[Hook - Chamillionaire]
I got hoes, I got so many hoes
Callin' on my phone, nah they won't leave me alone
Brown-skin, red-bone, yellow bone
Comin' to my home, they scream and they moan
[repeat 2x]

 

[fox69]

"I Got This Outro"

"I Got This Outro"


[Chamillionaire - talking]
Hey, you already know what time it is mayne
Chamillionaire, I do it big like that mayne
I want y'all to look out for that album - "The Sound of Revenge"
I'm telling y'all it's coming
And it's that fire mayne, believe that mayne
Hey, thanks to all the fans and everybody out there supporting me
You know what I'm saying?
Shout out to DJ Smallz, Fear Factor Music and Southern Smoke
Period mayne, artist niggaz out here doing it mayne
Believe that ...
Say Smallz when you talk to your people at Universal mayne
Tell 'em "I got this"
And you know what they going to tell you?
"We already know"
Haha, Chamillitary mayne
Hold me down Smallz

 

[fox69]

"I Had A Dream"

"I Had A Dream"


[DJ Screw:] "It's Goin' Down"

[Chorus - Chamillionaire (DJ Screw)]
Last night I had a dream, the north and south had no mo' plex
And Houston was the place to be
(It's Goin' Down), standin' taller then the rest
A dream and memory (It's Goin' Down), of DJ Screw gotta show respect
So put ya lighters in the sky with me
(It's Goin' Down), R.I.P. this is what was said

[Verse]
I had a dream I said, "about who", the god said
Dirty south went nationwide cuz of DJ Screw, I said
"Is that true"?, the god said, yeah it's true I get
to do flows, and wreck show cuz of DJ Screw I'm fed
But don't be mislead, you the reason we get bread
Please tell him when I get to heaven, it's gon' be respect
He the reason we get checks, ain't gotta be in debt
Ya music helped alot of southern families to get fed
They won't say what I just said (why?), cuz some of these guys scared (oh)
Just tryin' to acknowledge and put it in these guys heads
I see, I said, "then deed", god said
That he glad that the north and southside E.O.E X'd it
I agree, I said, R.I.P., I said
Rest In Peace to the legend Screw and P.A.T. I said
Swear I still jam ya music, I won't let no one abuse it
Can't do it, another's foolish if he think that he the truest
Cuz you was the first to screw it, you rule it but I'ma student
I'm new at the stuff ya started, but I'll do it until I'm through it
Life after I loose it, go have a talk with the streets
And they gon' tell ya that I respected the game, Rest In Peace

[Chorus - Chamillionaire (DJ Screw)]
Last night I had a dream, the north and south had no mo' plex
And Houston was the place to be
(It's Goin' Down), standin' taller then the rest
A dream and memory (It's Goin' Down), of DJ Screw gotta show respect
So put ya lighters in the sky with me
(It's Goin' Down), R.I.P. this is what was said

[DJ Screw Insert]
DJ Screw, slow ish down
Puttin' in work all over H-Town
See me on the scene
drankin' codeine
Gat up on my lap
puttin' haters on my beam
Southside 4 life
that's what I claim
That's what I represent
That's where I hang
Hand on the trigger
pockets gettin' bigger
Screwed Up Click, A.W. [echo's out]

[Friends & Family that sent messages to DJ Screw]

"Yeah, this Big Toom, Screwed Up Click representa, Screw I love you, see you
when I get there man"

"Oh yeah, this the H.A.W.K., , Screwed Up souja 4 life, I wanna send my
condolenses out to DJ Screw, Robert Davis uhh and his family, and uh
may he Rest In Peace

"Yeah this here is G, I'ma hold it down, for the pioneer that slowed it down
DJ Screw Rest In Peace, wuddup"

"Wussup this Lil' Flip, puttin' it down for my boy Screw, we gon' do it
together, we gon' hold it down together, Rest In Peace"

"Yeah Wussup this the Fat Rat With The Cheese Lil' O and I just wanna send my
condolenses out to Screw and his whole family
everybody that loved him, and I just wanna know if everybody understand what
this man stood for, he was a champion for the H-Town
representin' this underground to the fullest and, he always strived to take
us to the next level, take us to the forefront
so everybody know we ain't just loose no jewel, we ain't just loose a
earring, we lost a champion man, a fighter for H-Town man
may god Rest His Soul"

"Ay this Al. D man, know what I'm sayin', and ay man, know what I'm sayin'
keep the flame goin' for my brother man
and we gon' represent to the fullest man,always keep it in yall ears man
know what I'm sayin"

"Ay, what Screw would want everybody to do right now man, is hold ya head
and keep it up, and keep it managin' for ya dreams man." [Echo's]