S.U.C.

R.I.P. to, that DJ Screw
And forever we gone bang screw
I say, we crossed inside and forever we glide
Having the ghetto dreams like my nigga P A

You boys are like bread not butter and toast

S.U.C. and we god damn fools
Niggas can't see me 'cause I'm rougher than most
Squash all the chatter in the southern region
And that's all for Mafios, and P A T
I infiltrate your chest stain and increase the death rate

Oh, it's the Screw in us
Sitting tall on boys pushing dubs or better
Like the H A W K and a screwed up soldier
I pledge of alleigence to my niggas not breathing
We gonna mourn you till we join you
Stay there, outlaw hand me up the state
Ahh, you got to feel that player M O E
Screwed up click, my click of G's
Above the law, coldest nigga you ever saw
Don't hate, my, it only makes us madder
Ahh, you got to feel that player M O E
Wait to trip, on a flip through H-Town

We all still breathing screaming S.U.C.
Let's get this cheddar, you got your wood and your leather
And one thing's for sure man southside's riding

Keep the block on pop and the ice on freeze
Devistating and motivating it's the S.U.C.
And they call me, the Barre Baby

Screwed up, what, chest be looking booed up
Showing and blowing up since the year 93'
Let's take it back, 'cause you know we love that
And it will always be there to help
Players ball and we stay true
Rolling with my click, it's the S.U.C.
And I want to say to you, without you fool

Screens keep falling from the sky

You know we ride chrome everyday
Rolling with the Po, rolling with the Pokey
Chased with purple sticky drank
Brighten the mood up, when I'm spitting this all
Get up out the way, for the H A W Ka
With the chemistry it's brewed up, tracks get chewed up
We gonna sing all it out for you, baby
Pockets get fatter, then a only makes them say matter
This a click full of G's, so we do it with these

Can't forget about, the Lil' Keke, yeah
I miss my doll, man, miss my doll

Rolling with the Noke, rolling with the Noke D
Everybody be claiming the click, they want to be down

Ahh, you got to feel that player M O E
Screwed up click, my click of G's

We got that purple sticky dank

And if you want to test my click
Screwed up click, my click of G's

Screwed up click, gone keep it true
They can't even come close, they done already told ya
S.U.C. took a mission on down to Wreckshop, come on
We gone represent with pride
Poppi in the gray lay with the fifth on the back of the lac
Mo yo, and Keke for real it don't stop
It's the Screw in us till we die
See when we floss our candy rides
I pop problems what you get