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tribulations freestyle - dj screw lyrics

tribulations freestyle lyrics
[intro]
correy blunt and screw
yeah
now this what we gon’ do
yeah
i’m gon’ give it to mike d
yeah
let me just see

[mike d]
well since you got a player n*gga first
let me kick off the sh*t and watch me drop my bumper kit, n*gga
and come through with my 9mm handy
rolling red, (ikey ike?) candy, understand me?
h*town player, smoking sweets by the pound
popping trunks, showing sounds when a n*gga come around
fresh outta (?), mobbing down that mlk
headed to the trey, i think i need a drank today
ain’t been the same since a young n*gga growed up
beeper blowed up, when i showed up, hold up
ain’t no excuse for a young n*gga to (?)
staying starched (?), gots to be player down
about the whole situation, talking ’bout the south side, know’m saying?
it’s nothing but the hoo*ride
and i’mma pass the mc to my n*gga fat pat
and we gon’ make it for the southside, see?
[mr. 3*2]
and that’s how it be
but right about now you got the player named 3 dash 2
i might blast you, tryna sw*ng on me, nah, what you tryna do
ah, nah… me come from the back in the black cadillac, strapped
who we got next? fat pat
huh
and it’s like that…
know’m saying?

[fat pat]
it’s like, fat like this, with the twist, syrup and lemonade
versace shades, rolling on blades
three pieces, smoking sweets’s
it’s the fat pat and i got the leases and i got the pieces
to the puzzle if you wanna put it together
i got my glock, i’m ready to peel your cap and i’m strapped
at all times, sipping syrup and wine
it’s going down, that’s on the southside of town
that’s what i say every day as we parlay
this the p*a*t, no i don’t play
take a hoe slow, f*ck her slow
slam the door, scratch out on a 84
three*wheel, from here to cali
deep down in the valley
shooting dice in the alley
they can’t f*ck with the n*gga p*a*t
f*cking with the n*gga 3*2, and this how we do it, g
[mr. 3*2]
on the southside of town
we bound to smoke a pound
we get it lit, all around
and this is how we do
coming through, staying true
southside playaz and 3*2
huh
as we come down in the bourbon
swerving
d*mn near hit the curb and*
here come the laws, the hpd
now screw, dj screw what you got for me?
a motherf*cking dub, is it a dub?
that’s the sh*t i love
when i rub*a*dub
they want the weed
but i won’t pass
although i smash off on 1984 glass

[mike d]
back in the motherf*cking house
player n*gga coming down got to straight bounce
in the 7 deuce cutlass
n*ggas can’t touch this
slam hard doors and i hit like douglas
knock a n*gga down with the 50 clip round
got to explode coming out the h*town
down with my n*gga 3*2
so what you wanna do
when i come up in the hoo*doo
and umm… blast back with the 9mm
got to keep it crunk rolling sweets after sweets after sweets
and i’mma pass the d*mn microphone to my n*gga p*a to the t
show a n*gga what you got for mike d
[fat pat]
i got something for mike d
lets hit the streets and ride drop top, see?
i got my glock in my lap and (?) don’t guess
with the piece on fat pat is a mess
f*ck the stress, what’s the plex?
and what’s next with these n*ggas on my block that wanna try to check
my game, what’s my name? six letter nick name i’ll spell it out in the game
f*a*t p*a*t, can you see me? with c.b. riding on the what?
blades, ‘sace shades, syrup and lemonade
i done got paid, so what the f*ck you
doing in my face?
murder was the case
so don’t perpetrate
i ain’t got time to waste
i’ll spill the bl**dy body
like john gotti
it’s the fat pat and you know that i be flying
skying high in the sky like a kite
dove shove n*gga get this and i’ll rub your face in the mud
n*gga what?
huh

[mr. 3*2]
ay
we ain’t finished, cuz
know’m saying?
‘cus i got money on my mind, thinking ’bout a bank
with this motherf*cking big red, mixed with some codeine drank
(?), making me feel good, so i roll through the hood with the top down
and these motherf*cking boys know i’m out now
on lock but now these hoes jock now
and i’m rolling up the strip
smoking a dip
f*ck it i don’t give a sh*t
on my cellular phone
calling up a (?) from the north
fin’ to go out there and knock her down, knock her off
‘cus it goes down just like this
with that boy named 3 to the 2 but my real name is chris
come and see me if you wanna ride
we got the vibe and we all from the side
and i don’t even have to say which one
because you know we stay strapped
you know we got the gun under the seat, with the heat
for them plexing boys riding up on side of me i got something beneath me
so when you see me you better not plex
i got the boom boom
and leave you dead on your back
yes, man
it’s going down on the south side
and a n*gga named 3*2, alright

[fat pat]
3*2’s out, and i’m in
2 deep, with the twins, that’s my friends
but i’ll peel your cap if you outta line
stepping to a player you will get slapped down
diamonds on my hand, diamonds on my mouth
know i represent where the place called the south
never sheist
take your life
don’t think twice
either with a gun or a knife
i got my game, i do it well
clientele, dope swell
and it sell
yeah i get paid
riding on blades
with the c.b
hoes can you see?
can’t stop us
don’t knock us
people jock us
i’m on the clock and i’m cleaning up on your block
cannot stop with my sh*t because uh
i come down and i lay down the bumper kit
won’t quit
get up and smack a b*tch
but quick to smash off in my hoo*doo and go and hit
man, it’s like that in the 5
i’mma show out ‘cus the diamonds in my mouth

[mike d]
but i got to be player down
it’s that mike d, i come around
just decline
make a little name for myself
young n*gga out for the fame and the wealth
but i’m down with my n*gga ricky rose
in the down south and that’s how it goes
i’m rolling with my n*ggas with my finger on the trigger
ready to play these (?) haters ‘cus i know they out to get me
can’t catch me slipping, homes
i’m versace down to the drawers
you got the pause for the cause, 3*wheel motion
sipping syrup potion
got to catch me
n*gga on the down low
‘cus i got to g*o
out the door like this ’94
it’s the 9 to the 6
still in the mix
turning tricks
making uh
payper turn to more paper
‘cus that’s the way it go
(?)

[mr. 3*2]
i pulled a move in ’95
just to let these boys know i was still alive but uh
it ain’t nothing changed in the game
n*ggas done rearranged but i remain to be the same and uh
stain your brain with this funky sh*t
motherf*ckers love the way i uh flip this sh*t
making stacks, drinking that codeine
on the lean, on the motherf*cking green also
we got to do it like this in the ’96
motherf*ckers going outta town and making l!cks
coming back with the big paper stacks
hit a l!ck for a 100 keys and i ain’t going back
to the game
it’s rearranged
thangs done changed when you hit the motherf*cking paper stains
what else should i say? let me blow some more of this h*lla hay

[mike d]
what else should we say? game just done changed
n*ggas snitching, talking to the laws about my name
well i show clientele ‘cus i dress swell
riding fresh cars, i’m a star, sip on barre
but these haters wanna go to war
‘cus i peel a snitch, cap b*tch
wanna hit the switch in my old school
it’s the p*a to the t and i’m a little fool
on the cool
much game
never lame
got so much fame
they wanna be
me
mike d or 3*2
um, with the dash
moving fast
making cash
game’ll last
on and on
on the microphone
hot flip phone
on the way to my phone
g’d up
c’d up in south
is what is going down

- dj screw lyrics

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