Freestyle #1

(*talking*) Asshole By Nature, you ain't never gon see me sweating Z-Ro the Crooked, AKA King of the motherfucking Ghetto Know I'm tal'n bout, Southside for life S.U.C. I'm a Asshole, Southsi' for li' uh huh Screwed Up Click, my nigga DJ Screw I know y'all knew [Z-Ro] I'm all out of space, with my game Hell yeah nigga, got my pocket full of change I use to have a pocket full of lint, now they wonder where I went When the laws hit the corner, I'ma hit the fence I'm gone, out do' I'm outtie five thousand, but I'm still blowing dro On the Castle Creek, or the Vetaven or the motherfucking Ridge road Bitch, I put a widded up in your wig hoe Motherfucking, teflon Or seven point two sixes bitch, all in your arm All in your chest, or all in your face Or all in your leg, now your back is in a brace You riding in a wheelchair, nigga can't walk When you talk down on a nigga, I gangsta walk Up on your bitch ass, open your ass up like Vick Sab With a series of quick jabs, and six slabs I ain't tripping bitch, open up your six pack Know I'm saying bitch, lips back Cracked open, talking that there But I ain't even much tripping, I couldn't give a care Cause I swear, I got killers on my team Riding round, with the infra blue beam screen Hell naw, the silencer is on the fucking tip Of the motherfucking, extended clip I rip through your flesh bitch, now I'm all up in your chest bitch Better hope, God blessed bitch Cause if you don't, that's your ass I promise when I see you hoe, that's your ass It's still fuck Watts, cause I don't give a fuck Riding in a truck nigga, South up Southside nigga, but the Nawf is part of the South too So watch, your motherfucking mouth fool Know I'm saying, disrespecting the Don I'll drop your bitch ass, with the left arm I'm right handed, kinda ambidextrous But I ain't tripping bitch, see your chin I stretch the shit I ain't tripping, I keep the flow going longer I'm still, on the motherfucking corner With a square of marijuana, I ride the track out until it's gone I ain't tripping, I'm still repping for my fucking home What's up, to the motherfucking Southside My nigga know I'm saying, I got to keep my mouth wide I showed the diamonds in the back, so shine the light on them But I ain't tripping, yeah he got the light it ain't dim I ain't tripping, I got the shine up in my lips mayn I ain't tripping, I'm on a sip mayn Yeah, the motherfucking Phantom red You heard what I said, I put the lean up in my head Make me lean to the left, and then I lean back Just like the Fat Joe, but a nigga ain't Fat Joe Mo' like the skinny Joe, or the thinner Joe I'm still a winner bitch, yeah I'm still a winter hoe I'm on spinners hoe, three's on the Cadillac Hell yeah I chop your ass, with my battle axe I'm still looking dead, off up in the lens I ain't even tripping, you better ask my partna Den How we get down on the South, we don't play with ya Know I'm saying, gun talk we say with ya Peep out the Skip, peep that U-G-P Peep out that Juvenile nigga, then peep out me Then peep out the mo'fucking, S.U.C We got niggas like Chris Ward, and that C G, know I'm saying that's the gangsta talk Get with it bitch, and do the gangsta walk (*talking*) Know I'm saying, I'm just fucking around But y'all know nigga, DJ Screw is the Don nigga All you hoe ass niggas, y'all gon mind nigga Fuck you and your click nigga, know I'm saying This how I do my shit nigga, Screwed Up Click for life Southside nigga still sipping, wish you would run up