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miss my nigga screw - s.l.a.b. lyrics

(-talking-)
screw-u (screw ball), what’s up baby (what’s up boy)
it’s that lil’ n-gga trae up in here with wee, (pee weezy off the heezy)
still representing trying to hold it down, you know i’m saying
(we ain’t tripping, f-ck what you heard), on the cool you know i’m saying
a lot of n-ggas out there hating, getting this sh-t twisted n-gga
(love you boy), i’ma ride for life

[j-dub]
screw-u i’m only ten, but it feel like i’m bigger
repped the whole southside, you was everybody n-gga
that’s a fact, i’ma call it how i see it
them other n-ggas cheated, but you can’t be defeated
it’s the j-dub, showing love from the heart
you built some’ing, that them n-ggas can’t take apart
screwed up the whole neighborhood, even houston
even us kids, representing for the screwston

[trae]
even to this day, it ain’t a d-mn thang changed
i’m still riding for the cause, i gotta make it through the pain
remember us, we was liver than most of these n-ggas on the street
and i ain’t lying, when i found out that you flied i couldn’t take it inside
you was blue on impalas, and turning heads on the ‘vard
and being real on these streets, and keeping these fake n-ggas scarred
was shorty mac and al-d, this your lil’ n-gga trae
blue over grey top down, lighting up the freeway

[archie lee]
catch us crawling down the boulevard, sitting on 4’s
hollin’ at the b-tches, and we getting at the hoes
you know we thoed, blowing smoke out our nose
we show up and po’ up, that’s the way the game goes
we doing our thang, with a fist full of grain
pop the trunk on these punks, let these n-ggas see the bang
switching lane to lane, jamming screw fa sho
rest in peace to my n-gga, while we blowing the dro what

[hook – 2x]
s.l.a.b., coming through
we got some, brand new sh-t for you
i really, miss my n-gga screw
that’s why, we steady paying dues

[pimp skinny]
nothing but that southside sh-t, and we still missing screw
chopped up and banging, n-ggas hollin’ what it do
this for you, represent it and come through
capers ripping never tripping, n-ggas always keep it true
riding blue, can’t forget the grey side pieces
cause you never could be defeated, though them hate n-ggas cheated
got to beat it, from sun up to sun down
and this is how it go down, screwed up and slowed down

[lil’ b]
s.l.a.b. soldiers mashing on, can a n-gga feel a g
r.i.p. to the screw, you didn’t even know me
but you get much respect, i keep your tape in my deck
from y2-grey to independent, stay to who’s next to plex
either tape won’t eject, it was a southside cl-ssic
boys done got wrecked, crawling through the school traffic
n-ggas be laughing, at them fake -ss scrubs
candy painted by that jack, cause i knew you loved blue

[hook – 2x]

[d]
paying dues n-gga, i refuse to lose
suv’s on 22’s, staying strapped like shoes
i’m a young n-gga, putting it all on the line
you better give me fifty feet, cause ain’t no stopping my shine
i gotta get it n-gga, i can’t settle for less
remember seeing dj screw, up in a blue ss
chop the scene bending corners, better believe that you missed
slow loud and bangin, got these n-ggas feeling this

[pee wee]
it started at broadway, from the mo to the west
and lord knows, me and dj screw use to do this
bounce-bounce, and body rock to this
down south screwed up cl!ck, is the motherf-cking sh-t
pee wee ain’t tripping, just grain gripping and tipping
he’s in my mind hold it down, going hard with this pimping
block bleeding, pray to the lord got me shown
i had it hard but it’s on, god d-mn why he gone

[hook 2 – 2x]
where would i be, without screw
(where would i be, without screw)
where would i be, without screw
(wheeere, would i be)

[ab]
i’m a s.l.a.b. soldier, mashing on for the screw
if they talking down, i’m yelling out what it do
six cars deep, candy red or the blue
grey c-ssette, my tape stamped by you
can’t no other take your place, cause you’s the best
screwed up records & tapes, so f-ck the rest
you a true southsider, 6-10 glider
off the chain, we gonna miss you mayn

[t]
hop out the fo’ do’, with a mouth piece to glow
b-tch n-ggas be hating us, why i keep a 4-4
chips only wash up, screens to acapulco
lord knows, that we miss you screw
and it’s me the t, and we gon still love you
coming through in the blue, on blades and dots
chopping blocks, trunk pops and sailing the south
and to you b-tch n-ggas, keep my name out your mouth

[dre]
screw opened the do’ for a lot of cats, we gon chop it up we gon bring it back
south klique that is a fact, s.u.c. with my trunk cracked
bound to k!ll with shorty mac, a verbal attack when i earn my plack
my mouth piece like selling crack, chop say with panamax
i miss that boy so i blaze a bag, in the turning lane i’m sitting fat
screwed up the way you did that, d.e.a. we got your back

[jay’ton]
it’s the jay’ton, little brother of the trae
we kicked it a few times, and met on the beltway
you was a real n-gga, and i looked up to that
screwed up on every track, i wish i could bring you back
the real gon peep real, and real gon peep fake
screwed up records & tapes, that’s all i gotta say
r.i.p. screw-u, you know we gon hold it down
slow loud and bangin, all over h-town

[hook – 2x]

[hook 2 – 2x]

[hook – 4x]

- s l a b lyrics

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