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| 2. |
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[KL]
Yo, here we go Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah y'all, yeah y'all That new Screw shit y'all This is what y'all been worrying right? Uh-huh This is that new Screw shit right here [Poet] Uh-huh, uh-huh Screwball; Poet, KL...introducing Matrix Back up, I'm 'bout to wage out I'm 'bout to pull my shit Clit a spip out Y'all niggaz don't know nothing about The dangerous routes The roads I travelled, the walls, the battles, the coke The spots, the money, the rains that fall from the top And still survive the bust shots Spit flames; Niggaz gettin' slaughtered in flames 'Shit's not a game I'm flowin' like a hurricane I come through you town and let murder rain Acid from the planes When it's time to bang I bang out I'll leave you on the corner with your fuckin' brains out Creep up on you were you love to hang out Like Old Dog and Kane when they pulled them thangs out [Chorus: x2] Walk like a gangsta; talk like a gangsta Gats done squeezin'; make 'em buck like a gangsta Though cats; grillin' em Bad bitches fillin' em Thuns keep it real with em Bitch niggas; killin' them [Matrix Bars] We live life like niggaz who can die any day But you forget it's heaven, but we lie anyway Smoke live ever lade, three times everyday We spark three Scotts, my climb all day My light in all directions, move in all ways I travel like smoke that creep through hallways Seep through doorways... cracks and crevices My gage just die from lack of How many niggaz that you know that can mop a D? Know we dead ass won't, won't, won't, cop the pleat But then you never met a nigga that's as cocky as me Pull a flame, throw it out, make 'em drop and then freeze Let 'em know I ain't playing; pop one in his knee Have his team and cops come gunning for me Have gat men coming; have 'em running from me Where them missiles come from? From Matrix B, nigga [Chorus x2] [KL] Ay yo, I'm low key What the fuck you look like tryin' approach me? Put your brains out on the ground with the debris I rob with each, my whole click cop your squeeze We don't get money niggas, fuck them petty thug niggas I'm that gangsta nigga; pop slugs in your wick I'm that gangsta nigga; said fuck what you did I'm that gangsta nigga your bitch wanna be with New gel like hair grease Just leave it on a small piece But the picture's bigger than you I'm living from Screw, Lou! Open the gates 'cuz I'm sending 'em through I got the semi and the Henny and a mob that smash All you over night thug niggaz just won't last Got enough thuns and gun that'll come and blast We could duck on you bitch ass niggaz and keep our freedom Murk you on the low and tell your click when we see 'em Fuck y'all, kiss our ass, we got cash now! [Chorus x2] [Outro: KL] Yeah, yeah...you know, you know Did about some game shit right? Here we are again, r-right now...Srewball Yeah, this shit ain't fucking dying down yo' 'Fuck y'all doing? Screwball right here And we still popping off nigga, we still popping off We ain't slowing nothing down We gone' be dropping albums like mix tapes nigga 'Bout to make the game hard And next time it's gone' be on your motherfucking jaw Screwball...Hyped Entertainment...let it speak nigga, yeah One album, Screw some shit Y'all ain't ready for this type of shit yet Shot niggaz down FUCK a major label...eat a dick ....This is that shit |
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| 5. |
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(feat. M.O.P.)
Yeah, mic check, turn my fucking mic up Yo this hip hop to the fullest M.O.P (Yeah) Screwball NONSTOP [Billy Danze] I'm not very conversational So whenever I'm facing you With my intensions is erasing you I'm lacing you splatter your whole shit We interview the whole clique Bitch Brooklyn is out control with "Torture" Live nigga rap get clap Martial Art me spray paint your body with hot words From M-1's, AK's, Macks, Techs and Uzzies M.O.P to Screw B Brooknam to QB [Chorus] Bringing the gats Kill'em with clap Slugs fill'em with that Drugs dealing with cats "Torture" Cross your hands is more rilla than that Fuck around it will cost you Boss Man is Torture [Lil Fame] This is this is torture Knock your head right the fuck off ya Guns N Roses huh Whole spit huh Don't spit huh Fourth fifth is "Torture" Nigggas getting shot up Niggaz getting sliced up Aint nothing nice what what From the QB borough to the borough of Brooklyn Uptown Manhattan Dirty Bronx and Staten Niggaz stay gun packing and stupid acting 9's and Mack 10's loaded up for action "Torture" I don't give a fuck getting Henny up Kicking that thug shit yall niggaz can't fuck with [Chorus] [Billy Danze] My shit is ghetto average Fuck living laborious Fuck me around put it down on some savage shit I ain't having it when ever my automatic spit Tragic hit those shall have the cabbage split "Torture" Man I'll smack the glock off yah choke you white out My bombs holding the arms now is night out My life is clef note cleverly written by skilled hand The way I rhyme slay my rhymes a kill a man is "Torture" ... Slugs, by the hand full put you in a land field Amityville show you how the heads get stealed Camel fields I battle lay him on his face In the gravel stomping the place in the shadow "Torture" [Lil Fame] Check what the gun do Put a whole pack in you one two Pop slugs and hot thugs will rock mugs Gun smokes steam from his clothes ehwn he got mugged yo [Chorus x2] |
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| 4:27 |
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(feat. Cormega)
[Cormega] Yo, loyalty is worht more than wealth In a world where niggas be all for self I got friends who never call til they want help Beg me to show love I don't recieve from them And hurt me, cuz I'll bleed for them But is it worth me risking being free for them I got a lot more to lose and thoughts a lot more secluded Yours a lot more polluted, what should I do man? Bitches clockin my dick like the blue van My nigga Blue Pad, I see he was one of my true man The same nigga life I saved Defy my name ??? Niggas, unrighteous ways You up they wanna stop you Down they talk about you, even ya friends'll rob you (Ya heard?) You think I'm lyin' ask Rich Porter mom duke This shit is real, uhh... Give me a bitch thats faithful or a friend who won't snake you And loyalty unlike my previous label And all my niggas on the run be careful The cops don't know ya secret but'cha MAN DO (Ya heard?) Loyalty, never give it til its earned nigga Thats the reason I wasn't with The Firm nigga All I got from Big Spank and Sherm nigga Somethin that a lotta snakes don't deserve nigga Loyalty, never give it til its earned nigga Why I wasn't with The Firm nigga All I got from Big Spank and Sherm nigga It's Loyalty [KL] I thought I seen it all with friendship and money Dealin with fiends gettin head from the same honey My old man, a mutual friend tried to capitalize Sabotage the enterprise, STUPID He almost fucked us up We on same page, same stage, same shine Feelings I've been holdin back speakin my mind I helped feed ya kids, woulda bust my nine Protected my life, woulda sacrificed mine Help you down on stage when you fucked up ya rhymes Cuz you was too bent up to remember ya lines But you really hurt our hearts the most cuz you was close Stabbed us in the back over bullshit contracts Befriend me befriend us, now you disliked Caught up in ya own hype, feelin ya own snake bite I don't plan on dissin you in interviews You taught me a lesson, I learned ??? Thats why we named this album Screwball Loyalty [Kyron] What'cha'll niggas know about going out for the fam You got beef, I got beef, yo understand? Loyalty, what it means to me Blood sweat and tears Niggas you thugged with, bugged with for years One love all my duns bust one slug Screwball I'm still loyal to you while you up above I'm still reppin' I'm still wylin' I'm still raw to the floor Like my niggas on the Island And all you fake niggas, snake niggas get the fuck outta here 'Fore the shotty hit ya face nigga I'm the same nigga, insane nigga Screwball we came to regulate the game nigga Fuck everybody else we goin' for delf Married to the game in sickness and in health Real niggas roll with my family All for one, one for all motherfuckin loyalty |
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| 3:55 |
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| 3:21 |
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| 15. |
| 3:50 |
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Players keep playin', haters keep hatin'
So much to say, so little time For the hood that I pray Haters I spit you die; slow; die; slow Wash my hands in some in-scent smoke Pull a leaf off a tree Flip it over nothing innocent though City split it over to me Hennessey spilling over tenements of QB It's real or more a day Plenty of ways to die Plenty of ways to survive Plenty of ways gettin' high Straight sip the innocent kind And the rest unjustified with an alibi, normal racquets Undercovers with heat in their slumber jackets Government badges and colored stripe brackets G's sittin' pretty like cash and [???] Witty thugs play out; I obey the writer Ala Swaying in and out, above and beyond The humidity, really got me jittery Cold like a barrel of ice Dark shadows of life I put my head on a pillow, di-do-do-ditto What son say, you still know I catch a chill flowing through my temple It's real simple Good faith, common sense, six-triple in the mix Dippin' through quick aiming to get you; it's the click! [Chorus] For the thuns, each one to each one son Street life is all I know Ways to move I pay dues; I'm talking to all of you Warfare is when you go For the cash 'cuz I reach for them... reach for them Street life is all I know Full bellies and cellis, close enemies to siece memories Warfare is when you go [Hostyle] Yo..It's Hostyle ¿que pasa? No masa; tu eres no problema ¿Cliente hah? Drama with dada is dangerous Bang with anguish; Flame with a touch Deranged ain't enough Gunpowder laying on my cuff Call my bluff The streets don't stop; it's like a marry-go-round The beats don't stop; multiply various rounds Of hard knock, bar locked gates These are the brakes Family ties without a trace Old G's...??? With sheets of casper toke Premeditated plans later dated Haters waited with iron plated heat Designed, made miraculously dated in deep memory So...keep countin' dollars Keep mine moving scholars of rap With a lot of gats; holla' back! [Chorus] You'll win by all means Struggle for the cream Hustle by ways of being Don't let prophecy end Don't let the Po-Po knock me again Don't let the 'nine' cock freely in sin Missiles through your flesh tissue... military issue Guess you understand the risk you take Dissed you on your forehead snake More dead weight Pitch fork love; It's for coke thugs Bitches huffin' & puffin'; huffin' & puffin' about nothin' Watch you say I hold against you in the court of law Gun firing; wall to wall [???] closed from burn holes Fires turned on my stone... Fuck That! 'Cuz I gotta eat; pockets so swolled From reasons of livin' The breath I'm givin' All the checks I'm scribblin'; it's real baby! [Chorus] |
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| 0:59 |
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| 17. |
| 4:01 |
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[Poet]
Now how should I start this first let me explain Straight up drama since I bumrushed this game Now I been doing this since a little rugrat Representin QB, where my fuckin duns at? Thats where I bug at, thats where I love at Used to be small time then I got mad stacks But lets rewind the hands of time Back when I first laced the wax with rhymes It was eighty sa'en, I was a crazy sa'en Niggas tried to diss the Bridge I came bustin' Even quoted Doug E Fresh sayin we was nothin' You don't believe that, you know I called his bluffin' Made 'em go buy a click and put 'em on patrol You know P-O-E-T stayed in war mode My gats stayed unlocked ready to unload Loungin' waitin for the drama to unfold But luckily we never had to go there Lucky for them cuz I'm a nigga that don't care But what did I get out of it? jack shit Cuz I ain't the one to be on niggas dicks Runnin around sweatin, put me on Fuck that, I hit the block and popped til dawn I was sick of the fake niggas selling they fake dreams No time for that my niggas gotta make cream Extorsion crew hits the block thoroughly Merrily, merrily gettin bent up everyday Makin money, takin losses Beef with the nieghborhood wannabe bosses Everybody gotta eat, heads bounce to the beat Niggas is politicin on the hill twenty deep Next thing you know I'm back in the studio I could'nt help it, I had to let my guns blow PHD hits the scenery real heads in the industry remember me I was flippin (flippin flippin) over them ??? Stuck in quicksand on bullshit in tough city It didn't work out, niggas had to brake out Take they own route fuck it no doubt The streets was callin me I wasn't far away Lets Get It On like motherfuckin Marvin Gaye Been there done that still ain't finish spittin yet Back on the set cuz there was money to get My team, army green, on the scene doing my thing Thats where I first queen yo I gotta blow up At that moment I noticed mad niggas askin me "Yo what happened Poet?" I'll be back like Swarzeneggar, Terminator But now, all I wanna do is get my wieght up My man blessed me while I was already bubblin He didn't dress me I had his money on the double dun I did my thing for a long while I sold shit like it was going outta style while I was on trial Anyhow, shit got foul It all flipped I owe dough by the thou But I can get it back and make it all good I do my thing blessin niggas bricks in the hood I had it going, fuckin blowin I didn't know then Somebody close would snitch if they had to go in But thats how it goes you win some you lose some All I gotta do is tighten up my screw son And crack that henny open and bust that bottle You niggas stay tuned more shit comes tomorrow Thats my bio, for those that give a fuck And those who wanna know about P-O check my flow Thats my bio, for those that give a fuck And those who wanna know about P-O (check my flow) Yeah, QB's Finest Yeah, with the beat |
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| 4:05 |
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