[Intro: Bun B]
This is dedicated to the legendary DJ Screw
[Verse: 1 Bun B]

Now once upon a time not long ago
Where they come down candy, and live life low
Where the fours stay chromey, and they grippin' on wood

And people all behave like it's all to the good
Then came a young player from the Southside streets
Who had dreams of making music, with slowed down beats

He jumped on the tables made it do what it do
And so begins the legend of DJ Screw
[Hook]

This is dedicated to the legendary DJ Screw
[Verse 2: ESG]
Six in the morning Feds at my door

Quarter mil' on the floor, the city where everything shows
Yeah, still bang Screw, we love it mane
I know he gone, but nothing changed

Hawk, P.A.T., M.O.E. they all above us, mane
Down here he grind and hustle, mane
Can't forget Chad Butler mane

Still swang on 84′s, a mirror-glass like buzzers mane
Grab the Louie duffle man? still in this thing
I know my dog gone, Robert Davis, we gone do it mane

[Verse 3: C-Note]
See, I love this life
This is Screwed up clique

Don't quote me, dog
You'll get screwed up quick
Still we blew one quick

My 84′s they stick
On 24′s we sit
You know we holdin' it, (*##$

I'mma do this hit for Screw
For Hawk, for P.A.T
Even though we pushin' powder

But the trunk, be crack
C-Note reppin' SUC
R.I.P. to Jimmy T

^!$$%, I'mma swang in the 'Lac
That's how it s'posed, to be
[Hook]

[Verse 4: Trae tha Truth]
One of the realest to do this %#@!
Used to Texas Screwed up, quick

Yeah, the tracks?bring it back
No one better that you can get
For my ^!$$% Robert Davis

Chop it up, Screw my %#@!
Now the true representation
Makin' sure the world knew this %#@!

Every time you think of double cups
Or swangers peekin' out the boards
Freestylin' off top of dome, or grills covered in ice and gold

Dealers salute the General, point-black, no subliminal
Tell 'em we Screwed up Texas, we go? like a criminal
[Verse 5: Lil' O]

Here's a little story about a ^!$$% like me
?with the cheese, ^!$$%, SUC
South-west, H-Town, all of that's me

If a ho is cotton-mouth I wouldn't give a (*##$ P
I'm so Screwed up ^!$$% say I talk slow
I say I listen fast when you ^!$$%s talk doe

And nah, I can't touch if the %#@! is not dro
If the drink is not purple, and the (*##$es no?
Whoa!

[Hook]
[Verse 6: Z-Ro]
Dark blue Regal, on a Screw bluin' pilot

Helpin' everybody, that's what it used to with this dollars
No collars, just t-shirts and?
Even though he had a lot to do

He was never too busy to come and get me
I'm really Screwed-up clique, Robert L. Davis put me in
Not a friend of a friend of a friend, of a friend

I can see him spinnin' records in heaven in all white
Like he used to do on 22-34 all night
[Verse 7: Big Hawk]
^!$$%s I feel that's talkin' %#@!
^!$$%s I feel that's ridin' dick

Talkin' down on the Screwed-up Clique
They must don't know who they $#&@in' wit'
5-Star General of the SUC
Want my clique, gotta go through me
Go through Key, and Mike. D

Then you gotta go through Big Pokey
Who you know a ^!$$% hard as me?
Who you ^!$$% know is smart as me?
^!$$%s wanna know how hard is he
I'm hard as the Baltimore Raven's D

Betcha ain't see, like a real?
Hardest ^!$$% I feel, with no deal?
Plowin' through ^!$$%s like a snowmobile
And I make beats like a real?
[Hook x2]