R.I.P. DJ SCREW lyrics

[Intro: LZA]
You will be a dead man if you run up on me, ho'
I don't like these hating n*ggas, all them n*ggas sold they souls
How you signed to a label, then your ass get dropped?
I don't even like these n*ggas, I think they with the f*cking cops
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: 0zyyd]
I had to sit back, had to make a change
Had to see what the f*ck is good with my life
Up in my brain, up in my mind, I been so left behind
I got to catch up, but it's only matter of time
I'm going to see the shine, see the glory, it's a sad story
Just to see your life pass you by every single morning
Every morning when I wake up, I want to f*cking die
Every morning that I wake up, I don't want to see the sky
I don't want to go outsidе, so I just stay chilling
b*tch, I'm not a superhero, b*tch, I'm supervillain
I'm powеred up like Krillin, but this is no Dragon Ball
b*tch, I got my nuts hanging, yeah, you know I drag my balls
Walking through the halls, walls closing in
One door closes, another's opening
Every single day I just want to clone my b*tch
So I got like two b*tches and my b*tches getting rich
Money mountain, standing on the floor
I do not give a f*ck about any of these hoes
Hit that b*tch for the one time, that b*tch funny as f*ck
Acting like she wasn't mine, you know damn well that I had that, little b*tch
And every single day it's the same old sh*t
Same sh*t, different day, S-S, double D
I got a black beanie on me like I'm double D
This badass thick b*tch might have double D's
And you is a dead man if you f*ck with me, let's get it
[Verse 2: LZA]
You will be a dead man if you run up on me, ho'
I don't like these hating n*ggas, all them n*ggas sold they souls
How you signed to a label, then your ass get dropped?
I don't even like these n*ggas, I think they with the f*cking cops
I ain't trying to ball or block, I just want to f*cking shine
I don't like to meet these n*ggas, 'cause they like to waste time
b*tch, I'm always in the stu', I ain't f*cking with no school
I be sipping on that purple, b*tch, I feel like DJ Screw
n*gga, you invisible, n*gga, who the f*ck is you?
Shoot you with this laser, b*tch, man, my style so mystical
n*ggas ain't got no cash, so them n*ggas miserable
n*ggas think they gangster pimping b*tches still in middle school
n*gga, you a weirdo, b*tch, I got this cash, ho'
I just got the real, so n*ggas act like little hoes
b*tch, I'm just with my flow, shoutout to my n*gga Los
Pull up on me, pus*y boy, gon' turn your ass right to a ghost