Screwed Up Click - The Take Over lyrics

[talking:]

Yeah (yeah), world premier (world premier)

You're about to feel the strength of, the S.U.C. (S.U.C.)

Screwed Up Click that is, representing for DJ Screw

The legend (DJ Screw), my nigga

[Hook: x2]

It's the take over, bout to give this industry a new makeover

And for those who have waited, now the wait's over

We too heavy for these niggaz, so they can't hold us

It's the take over

[Mike D:]

One mo' gin for your mind, it's the cat Corleone

My link to the click, connect like Voltron

A teflon Don, draped in Sean John

Yes and you'd catch me, seven days on chrome

I'll tell ya, what it took to build the Screwed Up Click

It took grind it took tears, it took years

Dealing with incarceration, plus losing a few peers

Tried to take me out the game, but I's still here

Nigga, now let's get one thang clear

Only God I fear, nan nigga round here

Cause I rep it for my G's, and true cake holders

2004 Screwed Up Click, it's the take over

[Chris Ward:]

You tuned in, to the almighty S.U.C.

We'll never break up niggaz wake up, who's the best you see

It's C. Ward, the last of the last real niggaz to be

Now here's for H.A.W.K., Pocino, Lil' O, Ke' and Yiggity-Ye

We smoke that under water grown, we like we live in the sea

Whenever asked if we the shit, I say fa shiggity G

We rep it step it accept it, we holding it down

It's the worldwide, take over we controlling it now

[H.A.W.K.:]

The big dog is barking, so all puppies on the porch

The General of the force, I'm holding down the fort

You on a collision course, to get your ass scorched

And I'll fire up a blunt, off Ms. Liberty's torch

We'll use brute force, and show no remorse

Fuck ya like intercourse, and never been in the Source

I rep Houston, like Jigga reps New York

In a six the same color, as cranberry sauce

[Big Pokey]

A nigga, taking over the game

I'm in the driver seat, mind state fuck it when I'm holding the grain

Sensei brings the pain, takes the show

I whip niggaz with this pen, like I'm taking the sco'

Niggaz think I'm moving fast, but I'm taking it slow

I'm in the booth cooking snow, bringing back flow

I breathe money, flip it and bring back mo'

Screwed Up Click, at your front and your back do' nigga

[Mr. 3-2:]

Connected like ball and chain, a cut like cocaine

Standing on frontline, prepping Screwed Up name

Blood sweat and pain, we hungry and wanna eat

Walk and stomp over this game, with bare feet

Fake niggaz cheap, we keeping it one hundred

Our verses ain't cheap, and they never get fronted

We finally done it, united as a click

Slowing the world down, taking over this bitch

[Lil' Keke:]

We went from hungry and broke, to niggaz with big wealth

Fat Pat-Lil' Ke, the name speaks for itself

The click was born, we got money by the ton

S.U.C. for life, us soldiers is day one

Southside controlled, and niggaz was laying it down

R.I.P. to Screw, the king of the underground

The take over, and it sound like thunder

Screwed Up Click for real, they call me the Boy Wonder

[Lil' O:]

Fat Rat Wit Da Cheeze, niggaz know what it is

Smother your mother, clap your father rope up the kids

Pull out the army knife, go from your throat to your ribs

Snitch nigga don't slang, if you can't cope with the biz

It takes a special kinda dude, to stand tough in handcuffs

Tell the FED's fuck you, I ain't giving my man up

If you that type of cat, throw up your set and stand up

It's Screwed Up Mafia, get your grams up motherfucker

[E.S.G.:]

T's for Texas nigga, where that S.U.C. from

The A's for the A.K.'s, we spread them haters huh

Now K's for the kilos, we whooping in the kitchen

E's for E.S.G., Escalade and 24 twisting

O's for the on the grind, how we stay on the Southside

The V for victory, E-R everybody ride

It took a lot of time, but we finally here

For my nigga Screw, take over bitch this year what

[Z-Ro:]

I ain't even much gotta say my name, you know who it is it's simple and plain

I fuck up a face and I leave blood stains, and wet up a motherfucker like the rain

I don't love nothing but the S.U.C., no name rad niggaz let me be

I'm from the Guerilla M double A-B, we hunt people and set spirits free

Call me a killer call me the Crooked, you want a concert Red Boy gon book it

Look at the rap game the way I took it, with a ape on my back but a real nigga shook it

Just like a pit I'ma lock and shake, put the plex aside we got money to make

The Soldiers United with Cash, taking over baby

[Clay-Doe:]

We took being independent to the limit, now we finished

Now God as my witness, we bout to handle some major bidness

Rep the click anthem, 'til it's read substantials

So don't get personal now, it's all financial

I had to bow down, the fear roll past rollers

Put 27 stash masks, on the cup holders

Grade A cocka, insane soldier

Clay fucking doja, for the take over

[Trae:]

Well it's 2K we the last of the breed, mobbing with chrome

Any nigga got a problem, I swear to God I'm fin to click bitch and it's on

Screwed Up Click guerillas for scrilla, these fake niggaz get dusted

Came from broke and disgusted, but now these niggaz mad cause they busted

I'm a soldier, see Trae never been fake fuck friends

I'm about my click the Mob united for cash, for life and I'm never gon quit

The take over is over my nigga, and I promise it ain't gon stop

We run this shit for Screw, and all competition gotta be dropped

[Grace:]

Making moves to monopolize, gotta plot plan and strategize

Ahead of the other guys, off the chain better realize

They call me Dat Boy Grace, a poetic picture painter

Screwed Up Click representer, prepare to deadly for paper

Blood sweat and tears we done shed, click then united the bread

It's time to do what we do, take over turn bunch of heads

With over rations verbate 'em, vivid victory vindicated

With a vision of vulk, you can validate what I'm saying

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