Point Blank - Screw Did That lyrics

(*talking*) This for all the DJ A, B, C, D's, wanna be motherf**ers Whoever you is, my n***a DJ Screw created this style It's here to stay, you with the ? You gon respect my n***a Screw [Hook] What the f** y'all n***as talking bout, Screw did that You can chop it but respect the fact, Screw did that Who put this game or flag on the map, Screw did that What Screw did that, man Screw did that Who slowed you records down, and made the style, Screw did that Longest rappers up bout freestyle, Screw did that Now they sipping syrup worldwide, Screw did that Tip your motherf**ing hats n***a, Screw did that [Point Blank] What the f** y'all n***as talking bout, time for me to break it down At home s**ing your mama titty, when I was running the underground I been here done this, now you hoes got me pissed f**ing over my homie name, over one funky a** minute of fame If you true to the game act like it then, show some respect Y'all n***as bore me, show some kind of motherf**ing loyalty DJ Screw the king of the chop, yeah king of the chop He the reason now, a lot of these motherf**ers hot But they ain't hollin' at Mama and Papa Screw, like they supposed to Don't forget, don't nobody own sh** but those two That go for friends and foes too, b**hes and hoes too Don't stand there with your mouth wide open n***a, do what you do Sentimental Value, the only authentic original Screw We keeping the dream alive, and paying the family too Mama Screw told me, you got my permission to spill the gases And when you scream, scream loud, to set fire under they a**es [Hook] [Z-Ro] Who went from Chimmy Chang to worldwide, Screw did that Took me from nothing and made me something, you did that I owe it all to you my n***a, for helping me rise I thought you would get old with me, why the f** you have to die Everybody S.U.C. now, Screwed and Chopped by who Probably never met the man, deserve the ghetto are you bent b**h n***a you get, out of dodge fast 5,000 Watts of sk**s, 5,000 pounds of trash Watch what you say in the magazines, old fat a** n***a Steady nibbling off my n***as cheese, old rat a** n***a I call it like I see it, and I can't be nothing but real I guess they can't originate, so they do nothing but steal I'm sick and I'm tired, I'm not gon let it ride no mo' Better skip town, cause in Houston you hoes can't hide no mo' My partner Robert Earl Davis, was a man out of music But the world kicking so much they b**h made, bold n***as be trying to do it [Hook] [Point Blank] He slowed the record down and made the style, now everybody on dick Michael "5000" Watts in Murda Dog tal'n bout, he elevated this sh** Screw's number one, always will be You got the game from him, the style was named after him One thing he promised, is that the world was gon be all screwed up I was on a first Screw tape to hit the market, All Screwed Up Yeah its hard to think, when yo mind go blank Don't believe it, run yo a** in the paint See when that Keke Pimpin' Pens, we all was making paper Drank up and dripped out, while they got high with the Blanksta All I wanna do is remember the good times Botany Boyz and still, the block that stayed crunk at all times Al-D and Z-Ro, and the S.U.C. is still in effect Screw you resting in peace, and they still on yo motherf**ing dick [Z-Ro] Candy blue Impala matter of fact, Screw-Blue Touching nothing but real records, cause no jamming no doo-doo But f** the melody, that was my man When I was slipping he would reach out, and take my hand Cause it was nothing but love for my n***a, n***a had love for me So disrespect him, and its gonna be some slugs to see b**h we the Screwed Up Click, down South we the sh** Body rocking like this, with Mama Screw up in the mix (*talking*) S.U.C., let's keep the dream alive man Original members, extended members Everybody stand taller, know I'm saying [Hook]