[KL] Yo, here we go Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah y'all, yeah y'all That new Screw shit y'all This is what y'all been worrying right? Uh-huh This is that new Screw shit right here
[Poet] Uh-huh, uh-huh Screwball; Poet, KL...introducing Matrix Back up, I'm 'bout to wage out I'm 'bout to pull my shit Clit a spip out Y'all niggaz don't know nothing about The dangerous routes The roads I travelled, the walls, the battles, the coke The spots, the money, the rains that fall from the top And still survive the bust shots Spit flames; Niggaz gettin' slaughtered in flames 'Shit's not a game I'm flowin' like a hurricane I come through you town and let murder rain Acid from the planes When it's time to bang I bang out I'll leave you on the corner with your fuckin' brains out Creep up on you were you love to hang out Like Old Dog and Kane when they pulled them thangs out
[Chorus: repeat 2X] Walk like a gangsta; talk like a gangsta Gats done squeezin'; make 'em buck like a gangsta Though cats; grillin' em Bad bitches fillin' em Thuns keep it real with em Bitch niggas; killin' them
[Matrix Bars] We live life like niggaz who can die any day But you forget it's heaven, but we lie anyway Smoke live ever lade, three times everyday We spark three Scotts, my climb all day My light in all directions, move in all ways I travel like smoke that creep through hallways Seep through doorways... cracks and crevices My gage just die from lack of How many niggaz that you know that can mop a D? Know we dead ass won't, won't, won't, cop the pleat But then you never met a nigga that's as cocky as me Pull a flame, throw it out, make 'em drop and then freeze Let 'em know I ain't playing; pop one in his knee Have his team and cops come gunning for me Have gat men coming; have 'em running from me Where them missiles come from? From Matrix B, nigga
[Chorus] - repeat 2X
[KL] Ay yo, I'm low key What the fuck you look like tryin' approach me? Put your brains out on the ground with the debris I rob with each, my whole click cop your squeeze We don't get money niggas, fuck them petty thug niggas I'm that gangsta nigga; pop slugs in your wick I'm that gangsta nigga; said fuck what you did I'm that gangsta nigga your bitch wanna be with New gel like hair grease Just leave it on a small piece But the picture's bigger than you I'm living from Screw, Lou! Open the gates 'cuz I'm sending 'em through I got the semi and the Henny and a mob that smash All you over night thug niggaz just won't last Got enough thuns and gun that'll come and blast We could duck on you bitch ass niggaz and keep our freedom Murk you on the low and tell your click when we see 'em Fuck y'all, kiss our ass, we got cash now!
[Chorus] - repeat 2X
[Outro: KL] Yeah, yeah...you know, you know Did about some game shit right? Here we are again, r-right now...Srewball Yeah, this shit ain't fucking dying down yo' 'Fuck y'all doing? Screwball right here And we still popping off nigga, we still popping off We ain't slowing nothing down We gone' be dropping albums like mix tapes nigga 'Bout to make the game hard And next time it's gone' be on your motherfucking jaw Screwball...Hyped Entertainment...let it speak nigga, yeah One album, Screw some shit Y'all ain't ready for this type of shit yet Shot niggaz down FUCK a major label...eat a dick ....This is that shit
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[Poet] Uh-huh, uh-huh Screwball; Poet, KL...introducing Matrix Back up, I'm 'bout to wage out I'm 'bout to pull my shit Clit a spip out Y'all niggaz don't know nothing about The dangerous routes The roads I travelled, the walls, the battles, the coke The spots, the money, the rains that fall from the top And still survive the bust shots Spit flames; Niggaz gettin' slaughtered in flames 'Shit's not a game I'm flowin' like a hurricane I come through you town and let murder rain Acid from the planes When it's time to bang I bang out I'll leave you on the corner with your fuckin' brains out Creep up on you were you love to hang out Like Old Dog and Kane when they pulled them thangs out
[Chorus: repeat 2X] Walk like a gangsta; talk like a gangsta Gats done squeezin'; make 'em buck like a gangsta Though cats; grillin' em Bad bitches fillin' em Thuns keep it real with em Bitch niggas; killin' them
[Matrix Bars] We live life like niggaz who can die any day But you forget it's heaven, but we lie anyway Smoke live ever lade, three times everyday We spark three Scotts, my climb all day My light in all directions, move in all ways I travel like smoke that creep through hallways Seep through doorways... cracks and crevices My gage just die from lack of How many niggaz that you know that can mop a D? Know we dead ass won't, won't, won't, cop the pleat But then you never met a nigga that's as cocky as me Pull a flame, throw it out, make 'em drop and then freeze Let 'em know I ain't playing; pop one in his knee Have his team and cops come gunning for me Have gat men coming; have 'em running from me Where them missiles come from? From Matrix B, nigga
[Chorus] - repeat 2X
[KL] Ay yo, I'm low key What the fuck you look like tryin' approach me? Put your brains out on the ground with the debris I rob with each, my whole click cop your squeeze We don't get money niggas, fuck them petty thug niggas I'm that gangsta nigga; pop slugs in your wick I'm that gangsta nigga; said fuck what you did I'm that gangsta nigga your bitch wanna be with New gel like hair grease Just leave it on a small piece But the picture's bigger than you I'm living from Screw, Lou! Open the gates 'cuz I'm sending 'em through I got the semi and the Henny and a mob that smash All you over night thug niggaz just won't last Got enough thuns and gun that'll come and blast We could duck on you bitch ass niggaz and keep our freedom Murk you on the low and tell your click when we see 'em Fuck y'all, kiss our ass, we got cash now!
[Chorus] - repeat 2X
[Outro: KL] Yeah, yeah...you know, you know Did about some game shit right? Here we are again, r-right now...Srewball Yeah, this shit ain't fucking dying down yo' 'Fuck y'all doing? Screwball right here And we still popping off nigga, we still popping off We ain't slowing nothing down We gone' be dropping albums like mix tapes nigga 'Bout to make the game hard And next time it's gone' be on your motherfucking jaw Screwball...Hyped Entertainment...let it speak nigga, yeah One album, Screw some shit Y'all ain't ready for this type of shit yet Shot niggaz down FUCK a major label...eat a dick ....This is that shit
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