Screwed Up Click Screwed Up Click (Ft. Big Pokey, Lil' Keke & Mike-D (S.U.C.))

(*talking*)
EQ (yeah), Thug Dirt
What you thought, we was falling off
What you thought, the South wasn't gon come hard
What you thought, we was weak
Nigga this H-Town, nigga we run shit
Who you think, you listening to motherfucker
This the Screwed Up Click

[Lil' Keke]
I represent the S.U.C., I'm Lil' Ke'
I'm creased jeans, AF-1's and white T
The best kept secret, out the 7-1-3
From the streets of pistol play, cause it don't matter to me
If you searching for the Don, niggas look no mo'
I'm in a tinted black truck, white cups and dro
Don't start no shit, it won't be no blood
I'm a Custom Made Gangsta, and mixed with thug
Herschelwood till I die, that's the name of my block
Battle scars and plenty wars, I did it rock for rock
I'ma smash on boys, when they play these games
Bullet wounds to the chest, when they say these names
My skills are boosted up, I'm getting scary
I tell these niggas, that I'm already legendary
And fresh off the porch, it ain't no fucking with me
And I still'll bust a head, for the S.U.C