Screwed Up Tape Lyrics

Screwed Up Tape lyrics

[Rasheed] 
Ma, I'm sorry for the things I did 
And god, thanks for all the
times you let me live 
I should of been dead a long time ago 
Should of
been me and not Wero 
Foot on the pedal while I race to the hood 
Go to
revillations in your little black wood 
My homies all changing and that
fucking shit hurts 
I never fuck a friend unless they suck my dick first

Creep and I crawl, ball till I fall 
Sell you a 80 won't charge you for
the straw 
They asked me how long I ever kept a job roughly 
Well, I
worked six months in the county as a trusty 
I went to prison and I came
back an animal 
Southside, Houston's murder capital 
My crew is cursed,
shoot you first 
Died next to a stupid nurse 
Put you in the bluest
hearse 
I'll see your ass and Lucifer 
[Chorus - 2x] 
6 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 
[Low-G] 
My green light, aloe sinche queeto ky guy palo

haters don't like me cause my name is hard to swallow 
Here he comes
that 5-O asked me for i.d. 
Play on his computer and finds some felonies

I was high, fly and a dubbed blue eye 
Every questioned asked I came
back with a lie 
he was searching my ride and found my 45 
That's when I
started thinking had to bust him with my nine 
Instead I ran, now your boy
got away 
That night we celebrate like it was a holiday 
I use to be
broke didn't have big faces 
I had to wipe my ass with the yellow pages

No T.V. and no cartoons 
My heffer in the kitchen washing plastic spoons

I was a smoker tough on, green potent stuff 
No diamonds on my wrist
only, broken cuffs 
[Chorus - 2x] 
[South Park Mexican] 
I don't know
what the fuck, I'ma come have some bud 
Who want to fuck with us, ground
like snuff or upper cuts 
Pro-tect my property, Hillwood prohecy 
I don't
know how many times I got to tell y'all get off of me 
Balls and that's all I
need, smoking bitches crossing me 
When I kill you niggas we can all live in
harmony 
This ain't motherfucking breaking stone, I told you once leave us
alone 
Known to kill my fucking own, blame Houston cause that's my home

How can I make it when it won't clear 
My bud done look like daffadille

17 million a year, still I thug in my Cavilier 
My people come, like
Babylon, mexican and african 
Few white boys that's family, asian and
mohamilly 
Indian and that Navhoe, killers out that Navadoche 
Careful
how your ass appoach, get busted like you pass a note 
All the hoes, camel
toes, smoking on that ardachoke 
Bought the benz, bought the boat, in my
kitchen rocking coke 
[Chorus] 
[Chorus 2] 
Crusing down the street
with my 6 hoes 
Bumping my shit, riding on vogues 
Went to the park to
get the scoop 
Young niggas out there cold shooting some hoops