Texty:
T Pop R I P To Screw

my one and only dog Guess I'ma meet you at the crossroads, till I die S.U.C. gon haul [Hook x2] [C-Note:] R.I.P. to DJ Screw, hold it down is what we

change us Believe that I was famous 'fore I ever did a song Believe I had a poppin' 'fore a label put me on It's 2010 and I ain't seein' nothin' wrong

Lafayette Maybe off in Alexandria but I ain't finished yet I gotta make a hoe I to 10, I sin, then I do it again I get my ends, I'm in my motherfucking

business!) Ma I gotta eat...I don't know your religion I got child support, I can't adore the bitching (I can't take it) Plus some cousins in college

wit the double R, real street shit Da blond hair bandit, you got gunz, hand it Turn my face when I bust a cannon 'cause I don't wear sunblock Ask Drag

damn, there face I, ain't screwed down in St. Lou New York, it ain't got no pipe instructions They just suck outta you like liposuction Still what I mean is I

thought I wasn't comin' back, look at me now Hoppin' out the same cherry 6 4 with the red rag top down I'm The Game, homie, call your girl She ain't

how I get down But this ain't makin' the band I'm tired of shakin' your hand I got the piece to the puzzle I'm on the streets when I hustle I got the

now I will not never till the bottles empty than I'll pour a lil mo for pascrew and pimp c. (r.I.p). and I would stop but believe me I can't so till shortie