S.L.A.B. (Slow Loud and Bangin')
Miss My Nigga Screw
(feat. Archie Lee, J-Dub, D, Pee Wee, AB, T, ...)
[talking:]
Screw-U (Screw Ball), what's up baby (what's up boy)
It's that lil' nigga 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, fuck what you heard), on the cool you know I'm saying
A lot of niggaz out there hating, getting this shit twisted nigga
(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 nigga
That's a fact, I'ma call it how I see it
Them other niggaz cheated, but you can't be defeated
It's the J-Dub, showing love from the heart
You built some'ing, that them niggaz 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 damn 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 niggaz 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 niggaz scarred
Was Shorty Mac and Al-D, this your lil' nigga 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 bitches, 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 niggaz see the bang
Switching lane to lane, jamming Screw fa sho
Rest in peace to my nigga, while we blowing the dro what
[Hook: x2]
S.L.A.B., coming through
We got some, brand new shit for you
I really, miss my nigga Screw
That's why, we steady paying dues
[Pimp Skinny:]
Nothing but that Southside shit, and we still missing Screw
Chopped up and banging, niggaz hollin' what it do
This for you, represent it and come through
Capers ripping never tripping, niggaz always keep it true
Riding blue, can't forget the grey side pieces
Cause you never could be defeated, though them hate niggaz 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 nigga 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 classic
Boys done got wrecked, crawling through the school traffic
Niggaz be laughing, at them fake ass scrubs
Candy painted by that Jack, cause I knew you loved blue
[Hook x2]
[D:]
Paying dues nigga, I refuse to los
[talking:]
Screw-U (Screw Ball), what's up baby (what's up boy)
It's that lil' nigga 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, fuck what you heard), on the cool you know I'm saying
A lot of niggaz out there hating, getting this shit twisted nigga
(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 nigga
That's a fact, I'ma call it how I see it
Them other niggaz cheated, but you can't be defeated
It's the J-Dub, showing love from the heart
You built some'ing, that them niggaz 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 damn 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 niggaz 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 niggaz scarred
Was Shorty Mac and Al-D, this your lil' nigga 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 bitches, 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 niggaz see the bang
Switching lane to lane, jamming Screw fa sho
Rest in peace to my nigga, while we blowing the dro what
[Hook: x2]
S.L.A.B., coming through
We got some, brand new shit for you
I really, miss my nigga Screw
That's why, we steady paying dues
[Pimp Skinny:]
Nothing but that Southside shit, and we still missing Screw
Chopped up and banging, niggaz hollin' what it do
This for you, represent it and come through
Capers ripping never tripping, niggaz always keep it true
Riding blue, can't forget the grey side pieces
Cause you never could be defeated, though them hate niggaz 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 nigga 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 classic
Boys done got wrecked, crawling through the school traffic
Niggaz be laughing, at them fake ass scrubs
Candy painted by that Jack, cause I knew you loved blue
[Hook x2]
[D:]
Paying dues nigga, I refuse to los