Screwed Up Click - Black Superman lyrics

rate me

(feat. Lil' O)

[talking]

Yeah, West-West y'all

It's the Fat Rat with the Cheeze, Lil' O nigga

Did you miss me nigga, hey

[Lil' O]

It's been, a long-long time

But you waited patiently, like a long-long line

Now I'm back with the crack, and the stracks on the grind

Got the jugs from the drank, and a trunk full of nines

If you need it then I got it, cause believe a nigga bought it

Just to sell it back to you, trying to see a lil' profit

If you ask me if I ball, if I feel the need to cop it

And it cost a hundred thou', best believe that I can drive it

So you do the math, nigga do the analysis

I'll be in the kitchen whipping chickens, till my hand gets calises

This hand costs ten, when I'm done

Can you tell me what they value is, I bet you can't nigga

Lil' O certified, bet you ain't nigga

But these rocks, on my wrist'll make a nigga think nigga

Like man, I ain't hustling right

How the fuck that boy shine, like the sun in the night

I heard he just went to the jeweler, and he done him so right

That if you stare up at his chest, it'll fuck up your sight

But if you jack, thinking that you gone luck up tonight

You better know the P-89, ain't nothing nice

In fact, nigga I got choppers that can cut up your pints

I got goons that can rope your kids, and tuck in your wife

In other words lil' daddy, I can fuck up your life

You better stop playing with me nigga, I'm black Superman

[talking]

West-West y'all, yeah

This the Screwed Up Click underground nigga

It don't get no more gutter than this nigga

[Lil' O]

I'm the from the group, where the niggaz hearts cold

But the block's on fire

Boys in the Penn or the jail, they do not retire

Nobody snitch where shots get fired, it is what it is

If you gotta go to war, then you handle your biz'

And I'd for my pride, you can't handle the kid

And I'd box for my pride, you can't handle the kid

Nigga win lose or draw mayn it is what it is, hey

Somebody better tell em

I got million dollar thoughts, all up in my cell-bellum

Anybody try to stop it, best believe they end up smelling

Found asleep in his car, with a hole in his melon nigga

This is mobster shit

Nigga S.U.C., we a mobster click

Some of us got the drank, others got them bricks

But we all got flow, nigga knock this shit

This is real, like Pac and shit

This is pull it out music, go on ahead and drop your top and shit

Man my flow will make a nigga, wanna cop a brick

Knock off a piece and chain, and go rock his wrist

Cause I'm gutter nigga

[talking]

S.U.Ceezy baby, Fat Rat with the Cheezy baby

It's Lil' O nigga, South West-West y'all whoa