| I’m so thoed, in the game |
| Southside Playaz, Screwed Up Click mayn |
| Southside Playaz, Screwed Up Click mayn |
| Southside Playas, Screwed Up Click mayn |
| I’m thoed in the game, which means I’m off the chain |
| The flow’s insane, you hear me coming through your bang |
| You can catch me in the turning lane, in an all terrain |
| With my right hand, guiding the grain |
| Think it’s a game, look at the rocks in the chain |
| The watch and the ring, and how your dame is watching me mayn |
| H.A.W.K. is the name, the leader of the Screwed Up gang |
| Some’ing like Wu Tang, with a Southern slang |
| I’m Screwed up mayn, just need to do it up mayn |
| And you wonder why tracks, get chewed up mayn |
| So boot up mayn, the time is finally here |
| The world premier, we bout to end a few careers |
| I’m the Jordan of this shit, but I’m not Michael |
| And most niggas act, like they on they cycle |
| And most of y’all niggas flows, are recycled |
| S.U.C., we coming for the title we thoed |
| When the Don explodes, and unloads it’s murder G |
| Original S.U.C., you rookies it’s Don Ke |
| I bust my Glock, till it pops and empty |
| And shatter your crew, if they test and tempt me |
| It’s Screwed Up Click, monster flow is in me |
| And tell the whole world, Robert Earl just sent me |
| Cause I been thoed, with the rhyme |
| I sold a half a million records nigga, I ain’t lying |
| Southside Playa, catch me macking on a dime |
| Some say the Don, the greatest of all time |
| Blow another dro sack, seats in the Lac back |
| Chop it if it’s Fat Pat, smack gon get your hat cracked yeah |
| I’m getting blowed, on thangs |
| Let the kush burn, while I’m turning in your lane |
| I let the Rover Range, I’m hustling and getting change |
| Texas living legends, we thoed off in the game the game |
| I’m young black and grown, bad to the bone |
| 7−60 from the rims, shop shagging it home |
| That nigga Dina in a zone, they better leave me alone |
| I’m the real deal authentic, a nigga can’t clone |
| I’m a Southside Playa, Screwed Up Click mayn |
| With a sick spit game, cause a nigga spit caine mayn |
| I spit flames, like a human with a dragon head |
| S.U.C. taking over, on a mash for bread |
| Thoed in the game, driver seat holding the grain |
| They recite my verses word for word, holding they brain |
| I’m the gorilla that’s untamed, still off the chain |
| Still spit it off the brain, I’m making em seeing my pain |
| Ain’t nothing changed, still a ape on the track |
| Mob boss Sensei, got the state on my back |
| Hardest Pit hit em, make em fold like a stack |
| Ready for whatever, I’ma roll like a Lac |
| C-Note quote unquote, but I’m still top billing |
| On the streets I made a killing, in this rap I made a million |
| Stacking cash to the ceiling, got my name from drug dealing |
| On the block niggas chilling, but it’s caps that they be pealing |
| It’s Screwed Up Click, you get screwed up quick |
| Get your ass mixed up, in some screwed up shit |
| But I blew up quick, though I lost a few homies |
| R.I.P. to my niggas, but I’m dissing all the fonies |
| I’ma ride for you Screw, I’ma ride for you Pat |
| I’ma ride for you Gator, lay them niggas on they back |
| Lay them niggas out flat, still squash the chit-chat |
| Still beat em with the bat, still breathing with the gat |
| Lil' niggas picture that, tell them niggas it’s a wrap |
| Tell them niggas it’s a trap, hit them niggas with the straps |
| They’ll never make it out alive, will survive |
| Chunk the deuce for my side, let the wood wheel guide uh |