Miss my Nigga Screw

(*talking*) Screw-U (Screw Ball), what's up baby (what's up boy) It's that lil' nigga Trae up in here with Wee, (Pee Weezy off the heezy) Still representing trying to hold it down, you know I'm saying (we ain't tripping, fuck what you heard), on the cool you know I'm saying A lot of niggas out there hating, getting this shit twisted nigga (love you boy), I'ma ride for life [J-Dub] Screw-U I'm only ten, but it feel like I'm bigger Repped the whole Southside, you was everybody nigga That's a fact, I'ma call it how I see it Them other niggas cheated, but you can't be defeated It's the J-Dub, showing love from the heart You built some'ing, that them niggas can't take apart Screwed up the whole neighborhood, even Houston Even us kids, representing for the Screwston [Trae] Even to this day, it ain't a damn thang changed I'm still riding for the cause, I gotta make it through the pain Remember us, we was liver than most of these niggas on the street And I ain't lying, when I found out that you flied I couldn't take it inside You was blue on Impalas, and turning heads on the 'vard And being real on these streets, and keeping these fake niggas scarred Was Shorty Mac and Al-D, this your lil' nigga Trae Blue over grey top down, lighting up the freeway [Archie Lee] Catch us crawling down the Boulevard, sitting on 4's Hollin' at the bitches, and we getting at the hoes You know we thoed, blowing smoke out our nose We show up and po' up, that's the way the game goes We doing our thang, with a fist full of grain Pop the trunk on these punks, let these niggas see the bang Switching lane to lane, jamming Screw fa sho Rest in peace to my nigga, while we blowing the dro what [Hook - 2x] S.L.A.B., coming through We got some, brand new shit for you I really, miss my nigga Screw That's why, we steady paying dues [Pimp Skinny] Nothing but that Southside shit, and we still missing Screw Chopped up and banging, niggas hollin' what it do This for you, represent it and come through Capers ripping never tripping, niggas always keep it true Riding blue, can't forget the grey side pieces Cause you never could be defeated, though them hate niggas cheated Got to beat it, from sun up to sun down And this is how it go down, Screwed Up and slowed down [Lil' B] S.L.A.B. soldiers mashing on, can a nigga feel a G R.I.P. to the Screw, you didn't even know me But you get much respect, I keep your tape in my deck From Y2-Grey to Independent, stay to Who's Next To Plex Either tape won't eject, it was a Southside classic Boys done got wrecked, crawling through the school traffic Niggas be laughing, at them fake ass scrubs Candy painted by that Jack, cause I knew you loved blue [Hook - 2x] [D] Paying dues nigga, I refuse to lose SUV's on 22's, staying strapped like shoes I'm a young nigga, putting it all on the line You better give me fifty feet, cause ain't no stopping my shine I gotta get it nigga, I can't settle for less Remember seeing DJ Screw, up in a blue SS Chop the scene bending corners, better believe that you missed Slow Loud And Bangin, got these niggas feeling this [Pee Wee] It started at Broadway, from the Mo to the West And Lord knows, me and DJ Screw use to do this Bounce-bounce, and body rock to this Down South Screwed Up Click, is the motherfucking shit Pee Wee ain't tripping, just grain gripping and tipping He's in my mind hold it down, going hard with this pimping Block bleeding, pray to the Lord got me shown I had it hard but it's on, god damn why he gone [Hook 2 - 2x] Where would I be, without Screw (where would I be, without Screw) Where would I be, without Screw (wheeere, would I be) [AB] I'm a S.L.A.B. soldier, mashing on for the Screw If they talking down, I'm yelling out what it do Six cars deep, candy red or the blue Grey cassette, my tape stamped by you Can't no other take your place, cause you's the best Screwed Up Records & Tapes, so fuck the rest You a true Southsider, 6-10 glider Off the chain, we gonna miss you mayn [T] Hop out the fo' do', with a mouth piece to glow Bitch niggas be hating us, why I keep a 4-4 Chips only wash up, screens to Acapulco Lord knows, that we miss you Screw And it's me the T, and we gon still love you Coming through in the blue, on blades and dots Chopping blocks, trunk pops and sailing the South And to you bitch niggas, keep my name out your mouth [Dre] Screw opened the do' for a lot of cats, we gon chop it up we gon bring it back South Klique that is a fact, S.U.C. with my trunk cracked Bound to kill with Shorty Mac, a verbal attack when I earn my plack My mouth piece like selling crack, chop say with panamax I miss that boy so I blaze a bag, in the turning lane I'm sitting fat Screwed up the way you did that, D.E.A. we got your back [Jay'Ton] It's the Jay'Ton, little brother of the Trae We kicked it a few times, and met on the Beltway You was a real nigga, and I looked up to that Screwed up on every track, I wish I could bring you back The real gon peep real, and real gon peep fake Screwed Up Records & Tapes, that's all I gotta say R.I.P. Screw-U, you know we gon hold it down Slow Loud And Bangin, all over H-Town [Hook - 2x] [Hook 2 - 2x] [Hook - 4x]