(Chorus)

Screwed Up Click, my click of g's

Ahh you got to feel that player M-O-E

Rolling with the Los, running with the coedine

And we about break, so take all you can



(Hawk)

Screwed up, what, chest be looking booed up

With the chemistry it's brewed up tracks get chewed up

Brighten the mood up, when I'm spitting this all

Above the law, coldest nigga you ever saw

Stay there, outlaw hand me up the state

I infiltrate your chest stain and increase the death rate

Don't hate, my, it only makes us madder

Pockets get fatter, then a only makes them say matter

Squash all the chatter in the southern region

I pledge of alleigence to my niggas not breathing

We all still breathing screaming S.U.C.

And that's the story mafios, and P-A-T

Niggas can't see me cause I'm rougher than most

You boys are like bread not butter and toast

They can't even come close, they done already told ya

Like the H-A-W-K and a screwed up soldier



(Chorus)

Screwed Up Click, my click of g's

Ahh you got to feel that player M-O-E

Rolling with my click, it's the S.U.C.

And they got to mean, the Barre Baby



(Big Moe)

See when we floss our candy rides

Screens keep falling from the sky

Players ball and we stay true

And if you want to test my click

I pop problems what you get

S.U.C. and we god damn fools

We got that purple sticky dank

Chased with purple sticky drank

And forever we gone bang screw

Oh it's the Screw in us, we gone represent with pride

It's the Screw in us till we die



(Chorus)

Screwed Up Click, my click of g's

Ahh you got to feel that player M-O-E

Rolling with the Po, rolling with the Pokey

Can''t forget about, the Lil' Keke



(Lil' Keke)

Devistating and motivating it's the S.U.C.

Showing and blowing up since the year 93'

Everybody be claiming the click, they want to be down

Wait to trip, on a flip through H-Town

Let's take it back, cause you know we love that

Poppi in the gray lay with the with the fifth on the back of the lac

You know we ride chrome everyday

Having the ghetto dreams like my nigga P-A

We crossed inside and forever we glide

And one thing's for sure man southside's riding

Let's get this cheddar, you got your wood and your leather

Sitting tall on boys pushing dubs or better

This a click full of g's, so we do it with these

Keep the block on pop and the ice on freeze

Mo yo, and Keke for real it don't stop

S.U.C. took a mission on down to Wreckshop, come on



(Chorus)

Screwed up click, gone keep it true

Oh P-A to, that DJ Screw

We gone morne you so deep for you

And I want to say to you, without you fool