Текст песни Screwed Up Click - Trae
[Verse
One:
Trae]
I'm
bout
to
square
it
off,
everybody
better
stay
in
they
homes
Cus
when
I
spit,
I'm
representin
I'm
protected
by
chrome
My
old
G
Hump
done
told
me
Trae
it's
bout
that
time
to
explode
So
everybody
in
my
way
better
get
the
fuck
off
the
road
I'm
on
the
rampage
and
there
ain't
gon
be
no
cooling
me
off
Until
I
put
it
through
a
nigga
disrespecting
the
south
I'm
a
guerilla
out
the
click,
and
ain't
no
taming
me
Plus
they
got
me
heated
cus
niggaz
ain't
who
they
claim
to
be
But
still
they
claim
to
be
the
S.U.C.
and
I
ain't
feeling
that
H-A
Dub
show
me
the
sign
so
I
can
bring
they
hat
and
lay
them
flat
Across
the
concrete
and
that'll
show
them
what
the
business
is
Hit
them
with
the
hook
and
that'll
show
them
what
my
feelings
is
Copycats
get
a
tat
'fore
the
mack
in
the
Lac
Never
slackin
on
the
back
of
the
track,
I'm
a
fool
that's
a
fact
Then
again
I
ain't
having
that
when
it
comes
to
flowing
I'm
sick
Bitch,
give
me
50
feet
and
hop
the
fuck
off
of
my
dick
[Chorus
x2:
H.A.W.K.]
All
chumps
get
squashed
by
the
Screwed
Up
Click
Certified
gangstas
ain't
takin
no
shit
Got
everybody
tryin'a
steal
our
shit
Now
give
us
50
feet
and
get
the
fuck
off
our
dick
[Verse
Two:
H.A.W.K.]
Now
give
us
50
feet
and
get
the
fuck
off
our
dick
You
punk
bitch,
you
criss
switchas
steal
our
shit
I'ma
come
down,
I'ma
come
through
We
came
down
and
through
since
1992
I'm
a
protege
of
Screw,
one
of
the
hardest
ones
Put
you
on
a
cavilary
and
a
dangerous
tongue
I'm
the
mouthpiece
of
the
Southeast,
on
weak
niggaz
high
feast
Back
back,
gimme
50
feet,
or
I
shall
reach
your
piece
Better
stay
out
of
my
reach,
and
stop
stealing
my
lines
Niggaz
singin
my
songs
like
old
school
nursery
rhymes
Yall
niggaz
far
behind,
I
can
see
you
in
my
rear
view
I
can
spit
a
punch
line
and
smash
your
whole
crew
Yall
boys
is
boo-boo,
and
yall
boys
is
so
through
That
shit
yall
do
make
a
nigga
boo-boo
I
drive
these
niggaz
cuckoo,
really
ricka
voo-doo
Representin
Screw-zoo
like
Lil'
Flip
and
Bahdoo
[Chorus
x2:
H.A.W.K.]
All
chumps
get
squashed
by
the
Screwed
Up
Click
Certified
gangstas
ain't
takin
no
shit
Got
everybody
tryin'a
steal
our
shit
Now
give
us
50
feet
and
get
the
fuck
off
our
dick
[Verse
Three:
Mr.
3-2]
Now
boys
wanna
be
me,
walk
in
my
shoes
They
don't
fit,
sound
like
the
big
boss
of
the
Screwed
Up
Click
I'm
dick,
there
ain't
but
one
Mr.
3-2
Playa,
ass
nigga
that
always
stay
true
Who
is
you?
Who
is
that
tellin
lies
on
the
mic?
Better
get
your
game
together
can't
come
up
overnight
I'ma
write,
get
mine,
puttin
it
in
the
stash
Once
you
have
the
last
laugh
with
a
whole
lot
of
cash
Street
game
roll
something
depending
one
deep
Grindin
it
out
but
mothafuckers
feel
decieved
50
feet
ain't
enough,
I
need
a
little
more
space
Take
over,
monopolize
All
up,
in
your
face
H-A
dub
and
my
nigga
Lil'
Trae
Ready
for
pistol
play
anytime,
anyday
Okay,
it
ain't
a
game
all
chumps
get
squashed
By
the
Screwed
Up
Click,
and
Mr.
...
Big
Boss
[Chorus
x2:
H.A.W.K.]
All
chumps
get
squashed
by
the
Screwed
Up
Click
Certified
gangstas
ain't
takin
no
shit
Got
everybody
tryin'a
steal
our
shit
Now
give
us
50
feet
and
get
the
fuck
off
our
dick
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