Lyrics
Year 2G DJ Screw, Corleon what’s the motherfucking deal
(shit trying to figure out, what we gon hit these hoes with
For this last song baby), nigga fuck it I got some’ing
Let’s go on pull that ol' hell raiser shit, know I’m saying
(no shit, some of that you forgot my gunshot screw you)
Hell raisers on the rise, paper making guys
Who stop at nothing think we bluffing, look into our eyes
See it really ain’t a thang to me, always grind for the currency
What fifteen on the scene with green, had to get away from that J-O-B
Born and raised to have nothing to gain, year after year but ain’t a damn thang
changed
Look in the mirror 'fore you judge a man, and I swear to God you gon respect
this game
Get shit together 'fore you ride, too many real niggas already died
From East to West who’s the best, North to South gon claim they side huh
Everything’s everything fa sho, bring your hat to ya when you hit the do'
At the age 24 I’m a CEO, no time to play I gotta run the show
Hell raiser on the rise with no disguise, so iced out I gotta stay in your eyes
Take the rap game with a big surprise, Commission rich nigga we been the wise
guy
Everybody wanna just roll with us, jump in the drop try to stroll with us
Get on the block and try to hold with us, but it takes more than that to be
cold as us what
Well they call me Lil' O better known as hell raiser, 36 cooker and a state
trail blazer
FED’s on my ass but I never fail playa, breeze still get delivered like mail
papers
Crawl slow down the average snail playas, sitting on 20's sitting on haters
2000 Benz like grey exterior, leather and wood all in my interior
Yelling out the window you niggas in inferior, go ahead and try to run up I’ll
bury ya
And I ain’t just bumping and trying to put fear in ya, I got some’ing in this
car that’ll bury ya
See the Fat Rat don’t play around, got killers on my team that’ll lay you down
Hit your block lock in a drop top with the Glock cocked, busting out the roof
and come spraying you clowns
You shoulda been talking what you saying now, you didn’t wanna mind you are
paying now
You were sure acting funny bunny with a nigga money, now you funny bunny bitch
ass paying now
Yeah they hating now they wanna take my nuts, everytime I pull up I take they
sluts
But they ain’t taking shit but a bullet to the gut, cause O ain’t scared to
pull the trigger nigga what
Hell raisers on the rise, niggas just like flies
To strategize categorize, motherfuckers then they die
They just a bigger pie for my G’s to ball, these my dogs so fuck all y’all
I take a steak knife hit your wind pipe, keep dripping till the tip of the
blade gets stuck on the wall
Cheap ruger rip high on the raw, triggers coming out without a flaw
Hit the club scene with the mug mean hit the stage, raising hell loco going to
war
But that’s for the FED’s I’m looking for the ends, five bedrooms with the
two-thee Benz
Cocked ready for the niggas wanna do me in, fuck me one time bet you won’t do
it again
We got Glocks to break down, funds from shake downs
Motherfuckers gon feel the wrath of me, and Po-Yo come for the take down
Move out the way clown I’m starving like Marvin, Harvin and Marvin stepping on
toes
Crystal flake cakes by the boat loads, all I cop from the 'lumbos
Swell in the gate state’s a no go, figga fo' flows like my nigga Po-Yo
Keep blood money like my nigga Lil' O, Don Keke banging Clay-Doe
Hell raiser Hogg was bout the pesos, send fifty henchman through your front do'
Surrounded by killers possessed with dojo, boys don’t move till I say so
Shoulda never fucked with phsyco Michael, I’m the type of hogg that’ll play it
how it go
Step out on your block with the Glock 4−0, watch a nigga get like his name flow
Joe
Slow your roll cause I done hit the do', hot to the Scott cause I hit the dro
Cuff your bitch cause I’ll hit the ho, take her place she don’t get the do'
Y’all know Yo I’mma keep it realer, make the 6−4 crawl like a caterpillar
Quick to blast a nigga nigga me and Lil' Ke, Miggity D and O pack a milli
Make motherfuckers fold like a armadilla, if I swarm a nigga then I’mma harm a
nigga
Nine times out of ten I’mma warm a nigga, or I pull a Saddam and then I bomb a
nigga
Hell raisers on the rise, paper making guys
Look into my eyes, you see a killer in disguise
I’m sitting wide body, gone off killuminatti
Raising hell for my mail, and doing these niggas is my hobby
No smoke Bobby Brown, only doja and flight
Mr. 3−2, Southside Playa for life
Get it right or get gone, 'fore I do some’ing to ya
With the 4−5 ruger, burning boys like buddha
The Southside Playaz and Botany Big Shots, Screwed Up Click we got the big knots
Boys looking sick we got them big rocks, 3rd Coast Born all up on my yacht
I’m feeling kinda good when I grip the wood, do it like I should represent my
hood
Gotta hold it down like you knew we would, nailing up placks like I knew we
could
It’s going down when I’m on sight, I grip this AK like I grip the mic
I keep my rhyme tight pulling out the Ike, swinging elbows all through the night
Got cell phones sky pagers, grip codes and we living major
From H-Town all to the Cader, we blowing up like hell raisers
Southside, Southside
Gotta feel it, Screwed Up Click yeah
(*DJ Screw*)
Know I’m saying, boys gon feel this
Screwed Up Click, know I’m saying
Hell raisers on the rise nigga
Stage wreckers, mic breakers
FED shakers, fuck with us