[Chorus]

Ohh, yeah, believe that

Yeah, I done hoped I'd speak to you

Screwed Up Click, a clique for G's

Oh, you got to feel that player M-O-E

Rolling with the Noke, rolling with the Noke D

And oh by the way, H-A-W-K

[Hawk]

I'm screwed up, what, chest be jeweled 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

Dead End outlaw, enemy of the state

I infiltrate your chest plate and increase the death rate

Don't hate, why? It only makes us madder

Pockets get fatter, that'll only make us act badder

Squash all the chatter in the Southern region

I pledge of allegiance to my niggas not breathing

We all still breathing, screaming S.U.C

And that's for Screw and Mafio, and P-A-T

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

You boys are like bread, and I'll butter your toast

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

'Bout the H-A-W-K and a screwed up soldier

[Chorus]

Screwed Up Click, a clique for G's

Oh, you got to feel that player M-O-E

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

And they call me 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 clique

Pop, pop, pop is what you get

S.U.C.'s some goddamn fools

We got that purple sticky dank

Chased with purple sticky drank

And forever we gon' bang screw

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

It's the screw in us 'til we die

[Chorus]

Screwed Up Click, a clique for G's

Oh, 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]

Devastating 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

Pop in the gray tape with the fifth on the back of the 'Lac

You know we ride chrome everyday

Having the ghetto dreams like my nigga P-A

(I said we) Bouncin', slidin', forever we glidin'

One thang fa sho, mane, Southside riding

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

Sitting tall on boys pushing dubs or better

This a clique full of G's, so we do it with ease

Keep the block on fire and the ice on freeze

Mo yo, and Don Ke, for real it don't stop

S.U.C. to Commission on down to Wreckshop, come on

[Chorus]

Screwed Up Click, gon' keep it true

R.I.P. to, that DJ Screw

We gone mourn you 'til we join you

And I wanna tell you, we love you, fool