[Verse One: Trae]
I`m bout to square it off, everybody better stay in they homes
Cus when I spit, I`m representin
I`m protected by chrome
My old G Hump done told me Trae it`s bout that time to explode
So everybody in my way better get the fuck off the road
I`m on the rampage and there ain`t gon be no cooling me off
Until I put it through a nigga disrespecting the south
I`m a guerilla out the click, and ain`t no taming me
Plus they got me heated cus niggaz ain`t who they claim to be
But still they claim to be the S.U.C. and I ain`t feeling that
H-A Dub show me the sign so I can bring they hat and lay them flat
Across the concrete and that`ll show them what the business is
Hit them with the hook and that`ll show them what my feelings is
Copycats get a tat `fore the mack in the Lac
Never slackin on the back of the track, I`m a fool that`s a fact
Then again I ain`t having that when it comes to flowing I`m sick
Bitch, give me 50 feet and hop the fuck off of my dick
[Chorus: H.A.W.K. x2]
All chumps get squashed by the Screwed Up Click
Certified gangstas ain`t takin no shit
Got everybody tryin`a steal our shit
Now give us 50 feet and get the fuck off our dick
[Verse Two: H.A.W.K.]
Now give us 50 feet and get the fuck off our dick
You punk bitch, you criss switchas steal our shit
I`ma come down, I`ma come through
We came down and through since 1992
I`m a protege of Screw, one of the hardest ones
Put you on a cavilary and a dangerous tongue
I`m the mouthpiece of the Southeast, on weak niggaz high feast
Back back, gimme 50 feet, or I shall reach your piece
Better stay out of my reach, and stop stealing my lines
Niggaz singin my songs like old school nursery rhymes
Yall niggaz far behind, I can see you in my rear view
I can spit a punch line and smash your whole crew
Yall boys is boo-boo, and yall boys is so through
That shit yall do make a nigga boo-boo
I drive these niggaz cuckoo, really ricka voo-doo
Representin Screw-zoo like Lil` Flip and Bahdoo
[Chorus: H.A.W.K. x2]
All chumps get squashed by the Screwed Up Click
Certified gangstas ain`t takin no shit
Got everybody tryin`a steal our shit
Now give us 50 feet and get the fuck off our dick
[Verse Three: Mr. 3-2]
Now boys wanna be me, walk in my shoes
They don`t fit, sound like the big boss of the Screwed Up Click
I`m dick, there ain`t but one Mr. 3-2
Playa, ass nigga that always stay true
Who is you?
Who is that tellin lies on the mic?
Better get your game together can`t come up overnight
I`ma write, get mine, puttin it in the stash
Once you have the last laugh with a whole lot of cash
Street game roll something depending one deep
Grindin it out but mothafuckers feel decieved
50 feet ain`t enough, I need a little more space
Take over, monopolize
All up, in your face
H-A dub and my nigga Lil` Trae
Ready for pistol play anytime, anyday
Okay, it ain`t a game all chumps get squashed
By the Screwed Up Click, and Mr. ... Big Boss
[Chorus: H.A.W.K. x2]
All chumps get squashed by the Screwed Up Click
Certified gangstas ain`t takin no shit
Got everybody tryin`a steal our shit
Now give us 50 feet and get the fuck off our dick
