Screwed Up Click, Z-Ro - Freestyle #1 lyrics

Asshole By Nature
You ain't never gon see me sweating
Z-Ro the Crooked
AKA King of the motherfucking Ghetto
Know I'm tal'n bout, Southside for life
SUC i'm a Asshole, Southsi' for li' uh huh
Screwed Up Click
My nigga DJ Screw I know y'all knew

I'm all out of space, with my game
Hell yeah, nigga
Got my pocket full of change
I use to have a pocket full of lint
Now they wonder where I went
When the laws hit the corner
I'ma hit the fence i'm gone, out do'
I'm outtie five thousand
But, I'm still blowing dro
On the Castle Creek, or the Vetaven or the
Motherfucking Ridge road
Bitch, I put a widded up in your wig hoe


Motherfucking, teflon
Or seven point two sixes bitch
All in your arm
All in your chest, or all in your face
Or all in your leg
Now your back is in a brace
You riding in a wheelchair, nigga can't walk
When you talk down on a nigga, I gangsta walk
Up on your bitch ass
Open your ass up like Vick Sab
With a series of quick jabs, and six slabs
I ain't tripping bitch, open up your six pack
Know I'm saying bitch, lips back
Cracked open, talking that there
But, I ain't even much tripping
I couldn't give a care
Cause, I swear, I got killers on my team
Riding round, with the infra blue beam screen
Hell naw, the silencer is on the fucking tip
Of the motherfucking, extended clip
I rip through your flesh bitch
Now I'm all up in your chest bitch
Better hope, God blessed bitch
Cause if you don't, that's your ass
I promise when I see you hoe, that's your ass
It's still fuck Watts
Cause, I don't give a fuck
Riding in a truck nigga, South up
Southside nigga
But the Nawf is part of the South too
So watch, your motherfucking mouth fool
Know I'm saying, disrespecting the Don
I'll drop your bitch ass, with the left arm
I'm right handed, kinda ambidextrous
But, I ain't tripping bitch
See your chin I stretch the shit
I ain't tripping
I keep the flow going longer
I'm still, on the motherfucking corner
With a square of marijuana
I ride the track out until it's gone
I ain't tripping
I'm still repping for my fucking home
What's up, to the motherfucking Southside
My nigga know I'm saying
I got to keep my mouth wide
I showed the diamonds in the back
So shine the light on them
But, I ain't tripping
Yeah he got the light it ain't dim
I ain't tripping
I got the shine up in my lips mayn
I ain't tripping, I'm on a sip mayn
Yeah, the motherfucking Phantom red
You heard what I said
I put the lean up in my head
Make me lean to the left
And then I lean back just like the Fat Joe
But a nigga ain't Fat Joe
Mo' like the skinny Joe, or the thinner Joe
I'm still a winner bitch
Yeah I'm still a winter hoe
I'm on spinners hoe, three's on the Cadillac
Hell yeah I chop your ass, with my battle axe
I'm still looking dead, off up in the lens
I ain't even tripping
You better ask my partna Den
How we get down on the South
We don't play with ya
Know I'm saying, gun talk we say with ya
Peep out the Skip, peep that U-G-P
Peep out that Juvenile nigga
Then peep out me
Then peep out the mo'fucking, SUC
We got niggas like Chris Ward, and that C
G, know I'm saying that's the gangsta talk
Get with it bitch, and do the gangsta walk

Know I'm saying, I'm just fucking around
But y'all know nigga
DJ Screw is the Don nigga
All you hoe ass niggas, y'all gon mind nigga
Fuck you and your click nigga
Know I'm saying this how I do my shit nigga
Screwed Up Click for life
Southside nigga still sipping
Wish you would run up