Take it from the top, (take it from the top)
Let's go out here and roll, on hating a** niggaz (let's ride)
You can't get your motherf**king weight up
So you keep your hate up, (straight up)
We gon' show you how it's done mayn
King of the
Ghetto and
Corleone Screwed
Up Click for life ni**a, real talk
F**k you ol' punk a**, strong enough for a man made a** niggaz [Mike D]
I'm a Southside ni**a, third ward to be exact
Catch me coming down the boulevard, banging
Fat Pat You looking at an
American gangsta in the flesh
Broke bread with true
G's, and fronted a few ki's
Moved out to
Cali, graduated to
P-T's O.G. granddaddy,
I'm so fooling
Tell the truth,
DJ Screw made me
Without him, ya'll wouldn't know
Mike D I was just lil'
Mike, Bam had a hogg in training
Running cars in breeze ways, all day stanging
While ya'll had, ya'll hoes on your mind
I was posted by the labor pool, rocking for rocking them nines
Before and after school, making it pop
Yeah a ni**a dropped out, but graduated to blocks
Had a dream, by 21
I'd be a millionaire
Few bumps in the road,
I'm almost there [Hook - 2x]
Either you real, or you fake
Cause real niggaz don't fold, don't bend or break
We just trying to get our cash on ni**a
And if you disrespect, we'll get our blast on ni**a [Z-Ro]
I'm a quiet ni**a, but
I've got a competitive nature
Balling out of control, like number 8 from the
Lakers I'm
Kobe, ain't no other
King of the
Ghetto I'm the one and only
I bet all your nieces and nephews, and cousins know me
I rise above the competition, cause they're so below me
Kinda like what a
Geneva watch, is to a
Rolley And
I know King
Johnny, the real
King Johnny
Those diamonds are not shining homie, you've never seen
Johnny Screwed
Up Click, soldiers united for cash
We legal now, so it ain't no mo' circles in the stash
Or circles in the door panel, or circles in the dash
Well piss me off and
I'll merk you, now you part of the past
Cause I'm an asshole, by nature
And I don't love my b**ch,
I love my paper
And you ain't sh*t, if you ain't never been screwed up
But you gon' take a nasty punch, if
I lace my shoes up [Hook - 2x] [Mike D]
First off ni**a, you not my kind
Must be deaf dumb and blind,
I got blood on mine
Me and Ro ain't now playing, skip nan' state
Slaved over nan' pot, to take a bite off my plate
Ro, I don't know what the hell wrong with these young niggaz
Got a thousand ** habits, want me to front em jiggas
Say you're a man, try buying your own
So you can quit the silly games, like not answering your phone ni**a [Z-Ro]
When you been the
King of the
Ghetto, f**king with a b**ch
Know I've been trying to make chicken salad, out of chicken sh*t
Just trying to hit another lick, and
I hope a snitch ain't there to witness it
I'd rather slit my wrists f**king going to jail, where somebody can watch me sh*t
Yes I'm in love with my freedom, but
I take penitentiary chances
Just to make sure,
I never return to wrongest circumstances
That's the reason,
I'm trying to get my cash on ni**a
Might even come visit you, with my mask on ni**a give it up [Hook - 2x] [Talking]
And there you have it,
Screwed Up
Click for life
And I ain't fooling,
Z-Ro the Crooked
A.K.A. King of the
Ghetto, Mike
D A.K.A. the
Black Osama
It's really going down,
Screwed Up
Click real talk
All my Crip mo'f**kers, throw your sets up
All my Blood mo'f**kers, throw your sets up
All my 4 mo'f**kers, throw your sets up
All my brown pride niggaz, throw your sets up
All my Mo
City niggaz, throw your sets up
All my 3rd
Ward niggaz, throw your sets up
All my Sunnyside niggaz, throw your sets up
All my Hiram-
Clarke niggaz, throw your sets up
All my South-
North niggaz, throw your sets up
All my worldwide niggaz ha