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Three 6 Mafia & Lyfe Jennings - Last 2 Walk: Screwed and Chopped - Hood Star (Screwed & Chopped)
Last 2 Walk: Screwed and Chopped
01. Intro (Screwed & Chopped)
02. I Told 'em (Screwed & Chopped)
03. I Got (Screwed & Chopped)
04. Trap Boom (Screwed & Chopped)
05. Playstation (Screwed & Chopped)
06. I'd Rather (Screwed & Chopped)
07. Rollin' (Screwed & Chopped)
08. Weed, Blow, Pills (Screwed & Chopped)
09. My Own Way (Screwed & Chopped)
10. DSX Talk (Screwed & Chopped)
11. That's Right (Screwed & Chopped)
12. Hood Star (Screwed & Chopped)
13. DJ Michael Watts (Interlude)
14. Get Ya Rob (Screwed & Chopped)
15. On Some Chrome (Screwed & Chopped)
16. Dirty Bitch (Screwed & Chopped)
17. Corner Man (Screwed & Chopped)
18. First 48 (Screwed & Chopped)
19. Click Bang (Screwed & Chopped)
20. Outro (Screwed & Chopped)
21. Lolli Lolli (Pop That Body) (Screwed & Chopped)
Yeah
Hypnotize Minds
G'zus Queens
Three 6 Mafia, Lyfe Jennings
It's goin' down

Life is beautiful, man
But niggas don't respect niggas
You know what I'm sayin'?
You help a man out just for 'em to dog you out
Niggas don't appreciate shit
Fuck 'em all!

See the crack is free
It's respect that'll cost, my nigga
Double back, little whoadie, if you cross a nigga
It's greasy at the top, don't fall off, my nigga
And get lost, my nigga
I'm a marijuana smokin', never bitten
I don't— I don't give a fuck about the police
I'm a hoodstar, 16 inches on my Impala
Daddy, I'm a motherfuckin' gangsta

These niggas wanna be in my shoes, but they feet too small
The only other alternative is to see me fall
A new code in the streets that's used by the phony
If you can't beat 'em, just call the police on 'em
A new code in the streets that's used by the phony
If you can't beat 'em, just call the police on 'em
A new code in the streets that's used by the phony
Can't— can't beat 'em, just call the police on 'em

A hater is so bad, tryna turn the world against him
Go in the studio like a ho, make some bullshit and diss him
None of— none of this surprise me, I done been through it all
Seventeen years in the game, real game, DJ Paul

I done seen the real, I done seen the fake
I done seen fake bitches turn real to fake
'Cause hatism is a disease, it's kinda like AIDS
They feed you shit for years and then they feed it to your
'Cause hatism is a disease, it's kinda like AIDS
They feed you shit for years and then they feed it to your
'Cause hatism is a disease, it's kinda like AIDS
They feed you shit for years and then they feed it to your brain
Watch the cause

See the crack is free
It's respect that'll cost, my nigga
Double back, little whoadie, if you cross a nigga
It's greasy at the top, don't fall off, my nigga
And get lost, my nigga
I'm a marijuana smokin', never bitten
I don't— I don't give a fuck about the police
I'm a hoodstar, 16 inches on my Impala
Daddy, I'm a motherfuckin' gangsta

First I'm broke, so I hang out with the rotted roach
And still broke 'cause I'm sleepin' on apartment floors
The hood struggle is to make it, gotta get the change
See, every day is like a dark cloud full of rain
You wonder why niggas high and they robbin' folks
Ain't nothin' to tell you but to pack your heat and let it go
Them junkies get a fuckin' kick when they smoke the brick
I never seen a drug dealer ever call it quits
But gettin' money make the— make the block pop off

Niggas snitchin', man, they heads will get chopped off
The feds tappin' for this danger when you hood trappin'
So don't get lost in the sauce, slangin' coke, crackin'

See the crack is free
It's respect that'll cost, my nigga
Double back, little whoadie, if you cross a nigga
It's greasy at the top, don't fall off, my nigga
And get lost, my nigga
I'm a marijuana smokin', never bitten
I don't— I don't give a fuck about the police
I'm a hoodstar, 16 inches on my Impala
Daddy, I'm a motherfuckin' gangsta