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South Park Screwed Up Tape

in the morning police at my door Fresh, Jordans squeeking cross my bathroom floor Out the back window, I make my escape Didn't even have a chance to grab my screwed up tape

Short, even chop New York If it ain't screwed up, I don't wanna hear it! Lac on pancake, while I'm pourin' up the syrup In the pen-agena, Hillwood represent

'Cuz whoever says I just wanna see lead fly The bullets done sped by, now that's where your head lie I be cruzin' down the back street, my screw tape

comin' up sellin' fat ass nicks I'ma flip it like a script at the ? Thats my new spot, 8 by 10 cubic Nah, I ain't stupid, never have been They locked up

Mix Tape Messiah Da king is here, nigga Ay what these other niggaz talkin', I don't believe that shit I'm da king 'cuz I said it and I mean that shit

dog Alpo No Blues or red that's leaving fools dead Bang gray tapes and listen to what Screw Said Tre to the Clarke, back to the South Park Have you ever

me who they better than Slidin' up the slab got a screw tape, nigga pop it in Money coming through this way Hustle Town U.S.A. South Park, Sunnyside,

This year I'm a Boss Hogg, better check my catalog Went gold with Master P, on Down South Hustlers Two hundred thousand independent, Sailing the South little busta Up to the park

Boulevard, with the nine on my lap-lap Southside on the map-map, Screw tape tap-tap [Hook] [Slim Thug] Now when I come down, I be throwing up the North