Screwball - Y2K video free download

from the Y2K LP

lyrics:

When the smoke clears

You know who gon' be there

When the smoke clear yo

Thats all we got to tell y'all right now

Y'all know who gon' be standing there right

See its our destiny to count G's an' a semi-squeeze

Shoot the breeze, volley how the computers might freeze

So Im'a store water, guns, can foods and keep order

We spaz out you cats prepare for the slaughter

The struggle savoir, got my temple on the border

Line, ready to corner you off and get ???, said it

Screwball, read the credit, get your whole team wetted (Yo)

You dealin with some loose cannons (Yo) ready to dead shit

I heard the world was over ahit suppose to blow like supernova's (Uh huh)

Im on the hill high off the real, pumpin my ?bolos? (Yeah)

Prediction told us turn into rollers, don't let the street control us (What

happened)

'Cuz when those crackers pull the plug they gonna creeep the holders

I send my deacon donors, black re-bels, who kill de-vels

and move through cells we rule this hell (Screwball)

Make it picture pefect cock it back and lay it out

Bomb the White House run up in the pentagon and spray it out

Chorus:

Hey hey hey, do all they talk about is Y2K (Y2Kayyy)

Hey hey hey, load it up and let the tech nine spray (*Buck buck buck buck*)

Hey hey hey, do all they talk about is Y2K (Y2Kayyy)

Hey hey hey, load it up and let the tech nine spray (*Buck buck buck buck*)

How many times sour limes and coronas

Powerful crimes in America, corna' to corna'

What'choo wanna do, cops huntin you

Aimin for the kill, layin still

Permanent forever chill in heavens field

Spreadin doin' deals, more electric than eels

Respectin the reals, countin what'choo build

?Prepare was heal? journey, with hard times

Examine it, playa's have money at random

Sittin pretty, sayin come and get me

(First line overlaps last line)

Standin infront of the gates of hell

Smackin niggas, pullin out the gat on niggas

Sold crack, plus Im a rappin nigga

I got rhymes for days, I got gats that blaze

Ready for motherfucking war

See this is whatcha'll wanted, you know it got to be me (Screw B)

Everybody talkin 'bout they whips with the TV

I need some of this motherfucking rap money

I'm sick of this motherfuckin funny crack money

Fuck all y'all bitch ass niggas, y'all don't worry me

Screw B, QB, from here to eternity (To eternity)

Chorus