[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
