Artist: Screwed Up Click Album: The Take Over Song: Grey Tape Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) S.U.C., the motherfucking old S.U.C. Original Screwed Up Click, squaring off It's gon' count a lot of niggaz out man H-A-Dub, Miggity Mike D (what's the deal Ke) It's the Young Don, (oh yeah) Hersche' Texas, paper first nigga (oh yeah) Check it, CMG my click I'ma represent like this here [Lil' Keke] I'ma get it while the getting is good, I gotta get it Hustle stay true, be strong and stick with it Grind and move O's, travel and do shows Swang and ride 4's, pimp and mack hoes Benz is visual, space age and digital Rims is critical, hater niggaz is pitiful I roll up, showing off my exhibit I'm sick with it, said a hundred get a ticket I rip it get a snippet, then distribute Chickens and hoes, G's and thugs come get it With Southside niggaz, that's known to head rush ya Never been scared, I want attention like Crusher Hood nigga, with that gangsta talk But I been a street star, better ask Big H.A.W.K. So I stand up and man up, cause we can do it S.U.C. going platinum, and the whole Click knew it [Mike D] I swear to God, I'm out here killing myself Sixty days out the bing now, I'm feeling myself H.A.W.K. tell them niggaz, I don't need no help I'm like Roy Jones, aiming for the big boy belt How many niggaz, y'all know like me Fade away from the pen, and ball like Kobe Man Pooh and Den, man y'all best homie I'ma violate parole, cut both of these hoes Tripping how a bunch of shit, out here changed But I'ma sit and watch these boys, crash and burn in the turning lane Sitting on thangs, blowing on dro Corle' just lay back, taking this thang slow mo First, I'ma get the money and the power Then, find a Rican with the cheapest flower Yo, leave them bitch niggaz mouth sour Ha-ha, and that's how Corle' playing them cowards [Chorus - 2x] It takes a second to mash a minute to dash, a hour to flash A gangsta get crash, and try to get his cash mayn Big Lac sit back, holding on the wood grain Go hustle get money, try to flip your own thang [H.A.W.K.] I got game fame and a name, as big as LeBron James That bring change and dames, who want my last name Driving slow in the fast lane, screens falling and bang And lots of bling bling, on the chain watch and ring I rap and I sing, plus I'm highly acclaimed As the coldest artist, up in the rap game I'm street smart with heart, hotter than a Pop-Tart I climb the pop charts, with hits like Mozart I destroy beats, and cling to em like cleats And I press my pen hard, on tablet sheets You don't work you don't eat, that's my motto on the street A hand shake is how I greet, unless your ass weak Got money like athletes, and my triceps and biceps Allow me to high step, and get cash like Wyclef Ideas and concepts, and bad hoes like Hugh Heff And for Screw I rep, until my last breath [Big Pokey] One, this is for my niggaz on the grind Number two, get money and keep it on your mind Number three, don't get caught creeping up from behind We be breaking niggaz down, like a pound of the sticky lime I'm quick with the iron, sick with the pine If you riding with your gal, tell that bitch rewind Jump on 59, pull up at the music shop Miss em next week, beat a bitch with the trunk popped I pop vault locks, time on the vault clock In these streets, trying to go platinum with a soft block Everytime you see me I'm great, I make they mouth drop Hoes suck me up, and swallow me like a cough drop Bitches get tossed out, niggaz get crossed out You want my shoes, I paid dues to the bald spot Early bird get the worm, you late so you lost out S.U.C. till I D-I-E, and it don't stop [Chorus - 2x]