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[KL]Yo, here we goYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah y'all, yeah y'allThat new Screw shit y'allThis is what y'all been worrying right? Uh-huhThis is that new Screw shit right here[Poet]Uh-huh, uh-huhScrewball; Poet, KL...introducing MatrixBack up, I'm 'bout to wage outI'm 'bout to pull my shitClit a spip outy'all niggaz don't know nothing aboutThe dangerous routesThe roads I travelled, the walls, the battles, the cokeThe spots, the money, the rains that fall from the topAnd still survive the bust shotsSpit flames; Niggaz gettin' slaughtered in flames'Shit's not a gameI'm flowin' like a hurricaneI come through you town and let murder rainAcid from the planesWhen it's time to bang I bang outI'll leave you on the corner with your fuckin' brains outCreep up on you were you love to hang outLetras de cancionesLike Old Dog and Kane when they pulled them thangs out[Chorus: repeat 2X]Walk like a gangsta; talk like a gangstaGats done squeezin'; make 'em buck like a gangstaThough cats; grillin' emBad bitches fillin' emThuns keep it real with emBitch niggas; killin' them[Matrix Bars]We live life like niggaz who can die any dayBut you forget it's heaven, but we lie anywaySmoke live ever lade, three times everydayWe spark three Scotts, my climb all dayMy light in all directions, move in all waysI travel like smoke that creep through hallwaysSeep through doorways... cracks and crevicesMy gage just die from lack ofHow many niggaz that you know that can mop a D?Know we dead ass won't, won't, won't, cop the pleatBut then you never met a nigga that's as cocky as mePull a flame, throw it out, make 'em drop and then freezeLet 'em know I ain't playing; pop one in his kneeHave his team and cops come gunning for meHave gat men coming; have 'em running from meWhere them missiles come from?From Matrix be , nigga[Chorus] - repeat 2X[KL]Ay yo, I'm low keyWhat the fuck you look like tryin' approach me?Put your brains out on the ground with the debrisI rob with each, my whole click cop your squeezeWe don't get money niggas, fuck them petty thug niggasI'm that gangsta nigga; pop slugs in your wickI'm that gangsta nigga; said fuck what you didI'm that gangsta nigga your bitch want to be withNew gel like hair greaseJust leave it on a small pieceBut the picture's bigger than youI'm living from Screw, Lou!Open the gates 'cause I'm sending 'em throughI got the semi and the Henny and a mob that smashAll you over night thug niggaz just won't lastGot enough thuns and gun that'll come and blastWe could duck on you bitch ass niggaz and keep our freedomMurk you on the low and tell your click when we see 'emFuck y'all, kiss our ass, we got cash now![Chorus] - repeat 2X[Outro: KL]Yeah, yeah...you know, you knowDid about some game shit right?Here we are again, are-right now...SrewballYeah, this shit ain't fucking dying down yo''Fuck y'all doing? Screwball right hereAnd we still popping off nigga, we still popping offWe ain't slowing nothing downWe gone' be dropping albums like mix tapes nigga'Bout to make the game hardAnd next time it's gone' be on your motherfucking jawScrewball...Hyped Entertainment...let it speak nigga, yeahOne album, Screw some shity'all ain't ready for this type of shit yetShot niggaz downFUCK a major label...eat a dick....This is that shit From Letras Mania