S.U.C. (feat. Hawk, Lil Keke & Randy Scruggs)

Whoa, yeah, for -

Yeah, yeah

I done pulled that thing to you

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Screwed Up Click, my click of G's

Ah you got to feel that player M-O-E

Rolling with the Los, running with the codeine

And we about break, so take all you can

Screwed up, what, chest be looking booed up

With the chemistry it's brewed up tracks get chewed up

Brighten the mood up, when I'm spitting this all

Above the law, coldest **** you ever saw

Stay there, outlaw hand me up the state

I infiltrate your chest stain and increase the death rate

Don't hate, my, it only makes us madder

Pockets get fatter, then a only makes them say matter

Squash all the chatter in the southern region

I pledge of allegiance to my **** not breathing

We all still breathing screaming S.U.C

And that's the story - and P-A-T

**** can't see me cause I'm rougher than most

You boys are like bread not butter and toast

They can't even come close, they done already told ya

Like the H-A-W-K and a screwed up soldier

Screwed Up Click, my click of G's

Ah you got to feel that player M-O-E

Rolling with my click, that's the S-U-C (the S-U-C yeah)

And they call me the bar baby

See when we flaunt our candy rides

Screens keep falling from the sky

Players ball and we stay true (stay true yeah)

And if you want to test my click

Pop-pop problems what you get

S-U-C 'cuz we god damn fools

We got that purple sticky dank

Chased with purple sticky drank

And forever we gone bang screw

Oh it's the screw in us, we gone represent with pride

It's the Screw in us till we die

Screwed Up Click, my click of G's

Oh you got to feel that player M-O-E

Rolling with the Pro, running with the -

Can't forget about, the Lil Keke

Devastating and motivating it's the S.U.C

Showing and blowing up since the year 93'

Everybody be claiming the click, they want to be down

Wait to trip, on a flip through H-Town

Let's take it back, cause you know we love that

Poppi in the gray lay with the with the fifth on the back of the lac

You know we ride chrome everyday

Having ghetto dreams like my **** P-A

We crossed inside and forever we glide

And one thing's for sure man southside's riding

Let's get this cheddar, you got your wood and your leather

Sitting tall on boys pushing dubs or better

This is a click full of G's, so we do it with these

Keep the block on pop and the ice on freeze

Mo yo, and - for real it don't stop

S.U.C took a mission on down to wreck shop, come on

Screwed up click, gon keep it true

Oh and P-A to, that DJ Screw

We gon mourn you to - you

And I wanna tell you, we love fool

Yeah, I miss my dawg, man

I miss my dawg

We're going to sit over there for you, baby

Big Mom and Enoch there

Boy, baby (Take one from Petraeus)

One, two, three -

Hey, am I fine now?

It's all true time for you, baby