Lyrics Screwed Up Tape - SPM
Mom,
I′m
sorry
for
the
things
I
did
& God
thanks
for
all
the
times
you
let
me
live
I
should've
been
dead
a
long
time
ago
Should′ve
been
me
& not
Wero
Foot
on
the
pedal
while
I
race
to
the
hood
Go
to
revillations
in
your
little
black
wood
My
homies
all
changin'
& that
fuckin'
shit
hurts
I
never
fuck
a
friend
unless
they
suck
my
dick
first
Creep
& I
crawl,
ball
′til
I
fall
Sell
you
a
80
won′t
charge
you
for
the
straw
They
asked
me
how
long
I
ever
kept
a
job
roughly
Well,
I
worked
6 months
in
that
county
as
a
trusty
I
went
to
prison
& I
came
back
an
animal
Southside,
Houston's
murder
capital
My
crew
is
cursed,
shoot
you
first
Died
next
to
a
stupid
nurse
Put
you
in
the
bluest
hearse
I′ll
see
your
ass
& Lucifer.
6:
00
in
the
morning
police
at
my
door
Fresh,
Jordan's
squeekin′
cross
my
bathroom
flawer
Out
the
back
window,
I
make
my
escape
Didn't
even
have
a
chance
to
grab
my
Screwed
Up
Tape.
My
green
light,
aloe
sinche
queeto
ky
guy
palo
Haters
don′t
like
me
'cause
my
name
is
hard
to
swallow
Here
he
comes
that
5 O
asked
me
for
I.D.
Play
on
his
computer
& finds
some
felonies
I
was
high,
fly
& a
dubbed
blue
eye
Every
questioned
asked
I
came
back
with
a
lie
He
was
searchin'
my
ride
& found
my
45
That′s
when
I
started
thinkin′
had
to
bust
him
with
my
9
Instead
I
ran,
now
your
boy
got
away
That
night
we
celebrate
like
it
was
a
holiday
I
use
to
be
broke
didn't
have
big
faces
I
had
to
wipe
my
ass
with
the
yellow
pages
No
TV
& no
cartoons
My
heffer
in
the
kitchen
washin′
plastic
spoons
I
was
a
smoker
tough
on,
green
potent
stuff
No
diamonds
on
my
wrist
only
broken
cuffs.
6:
00
in
the
morning
police
at
my
door
Fresh,
Jordan's
squeekin′
cross
my
bathroom
flawer
Out
the
back
window,
I
make
my
escape
Didn't
even
have
a
chance
to
grab
my
Screwed
Up
Tape.
Oh
no,
what
the
fuck?
I′m
a
come
have
some
bud.
Who
want
to
fuck
with
us?
Ground
like
snuff
or
lupper
cuts
Pro-tect
my
property,
Hillwood
prophecy
I
don't
know
how
many
times
I
got
to
tell
y'all
to
get
off
of
me
Balls
hangin′
all
I
need,
smokin′
bitches
crossin'
me
When
I
kill
you
niggas
we
can
all
live
in
harmony
This
ain′t
muthafuckin'
break
stone,
I
told
you
once
leave
us
alone
Known
to
kill
my
fuckin′
own,
blame
Houston
'cause
that′s
my
home.
How
can
I
make
it
anymore
clear?
My
bud
done
look
like
daffadille
17
million
a
year,
still
I
thug
in
my
Cavilier
My
people
come,
like
Babylon,
mexican
& african
Few
white
boys
that's
family,
asian
& mohamilly
Indian
& that's
in
Navhoe,
killers
out
that
Navadoche
Careful
how
your
ass
appoach,
get
busted
like
you
pass
a
note
All
the
hoes,
camel
toes,
smokin′
on
that
ardachoke
Bought
the
benz,
bought
the
boat,
in
my
kitchen
rockin′
coke.
6:
00
in
the
morning
police
at
my
door
Fresh,
Jordans
squeekin'
cross
my
bathroom
flawer
Out
the
back
window,
I
make
my
escape
Didn′t
even
have
a
chance
to
grab
my
Screwed
Up
Tape.
Crusin'
down
the
street
with
my
6 hoes
Bumpin′
my
shit,
ridin'
on
vogues
Went
to
the
park
to
get
the
scoop
Young
niggas
out
there
cold
shootin′
some
hoop.
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2 The Beach House
3 Woodson N Worthin
4 Red Beams and Rice
5 Hotel Lady (Skit)
6 Suckaz N Hataz
7 Latola
8 DJ Screw (Skit) - Live
9 Dallas to Houston
10 Lobo Wanna Raise
11 Get Yo Guns
12 Moham Mitchell
13 Lord Loco's Melody
14 Honest Man (Skit)
15 Screwed Up Tape
16 For Da Homies
17 I Need A Sweet
18 Cool Enough
19 Moment of Slience for "Those Ahead of Us"
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