Together (In A State Of Trance) (Alexander Popov Remix)

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(feat. S.U.C.) [Hook: Cresia & Ronnie Spencer] Thanks to Screw, for all the things you do You can be my angel, fly me away [Z-Ro:] DJ Screw what it do, 2002 I'm missing you Sometime I don't know what to do, I reminisce about riding in the blue And following red it still turn heads, put me in a position to make some bread Now everybody everywhere bobbing they head, thanks to you God bless the dead Put me on tapes with freestyle flows, sitting on crates and sipping on fo's Only the real Shorty Mac, Big Moe and A.C.T. you know I love you bro I'm missing my dog I miss my friend, I never thought it would come to the end Blaze on buttons they chop and spin, everybody running up when you come in DJ Screw and Z-Ro the Crooked, to another level you know we took it If they wanted a show 25 could book it, when the drama got on us you know we shook it My reason for rhyme is you my dog, and I'ma forever stay true my dog Gotta represent that blue eye dog, Robert Davis is who my dog All my success and all my exposure, you came from a square metal soldier Po'ing up the drank then smoke the doja, when my album blew up you said I told ya You showed me the game simple and plain, my one and only dog Guess I'ma meet you at the crossroads, till I die S.U.C. gon haul [Hook x2] [C-Note:] R.I.P. to DJ Screw, hold it down is what we do Blue Impala coming through, real niggaz kept it true Gripping through the Southside, leaving hoes mouth wide Po'ing up and showing up, rolling in that buck hide But now you gone, can't call your phone can't call your home I'm in a zone, steady ripping soul through microphones Mayn it's on, cause you know your nigga got your back Ripping shit on platinum tracks, C-Note still ain't having that S.U.C., freestyles from P-A-T We would sip all night, until we fell asleep Fellow when you died, you know it got the best of me But I'ma still work hard, for your legacy Try to not let it worry me, my niggaz mean the world to me Say what's up to Pac and Gator, I'm repping till they bury me It's official, until I meet again with my nizzles I'll be in the Benz rolling kin, that's for shizzle [Hook x2] [T-Pop:] S.U.C. we still gon ball, DJ Screw I miss you dog In the studio with C-Note, and that Will-Lean out that Botany Boys You know how we do we collide on tracks, po' up fo's and record on dats Reminiscing bout the old times, plus a nigga still thinking bout Pat All we got and still roll on, can't stop gotta stroll on Telling your mama to stay strong, this is a sad song I'm crying now because I can't hold back, Dead End-Wreckshop Screwed Up Click-Laf Tex, trying to get this platinum plack Even tax keep haunting me, the devil's standing tall as me Trying to take my soul from me, but I got that Screw and that go with me [talking:] I love you Screw, I'll see you when I get there at the crossroads [Hook x2] [Trae:] For the 2K3 we showing up cuz, S.U.C. to the top and one love I'ma wreck it and check it and do it all in they face, Lil' Trae blue-grey with tears on my face Cause I miss you dog I can't cope, the day you left was the day my heart broke Screw-U I gotta ride till I go, mob united for cash everybody know And I'ma say so if you wanna ask me, body rocking and still crawling on 3's Slowed down and this for all of my G's, Big Mello, Mafio and P-A-T Nevertheless stress on my chest in the black rain, why me dog I hate to feel pain I guess that's why I be known to maintain, right hand to the man I'ma rep the name To the fullest Flip and Z-Ro, H-A-Dub-K, Note and Big Moe Po-Yo and all the rest of the click, like Al-D say down South we the shit Guerilla Maab gon mob for L-I-F-E, touch the mic and I'ma make em respect me Get me a plack if the game let me, R.I.P. until the game take me [Hook x2] [Grace:] To Young 0-3 can you feel my pain, same old G stuck in the same old game Over crumb situations that would stay in the rain, underground Hall of Fame gotta feel me mayn This one here dedicated to the Don that's gone, true blue partna still holding on Reminisce think back get high and blown, that Worldwide Players put you in zone Way back making tapes freestyling in, got it bad took chance start pimping pens Blowing smoke in the wind steady setting trends, at the pad acting bad started fast and thin Screw you the Don man I miss you cuz, pray everynight for eternal love Make a sing at the cross send it to the sky, and see the vision of you above Friend like you I ain't never had, 'spired a young G to go get the cash All night in the lab with the gift of gab, put it on my mind that it's the time to mash Now the whole world screwed all because of you, Dat Boy Grace and L.O.S. gon kee it true Turning heads rolling blue giving boys the flu, holding down the crown to reunite with you G to the R-A-C to the E, S.U.C. feel the V-E-T Grey dub tape wreckers in '93, more than a DJ he was family One love to my cuz I'll be thinking of ya, forever and a day send down I love ya Straight up baby, G-R-A-C-E L-O-S we love ya [Hook x2] [Mike D:] Can't even express the pain, that I'm feeling now dog Tears fall, everytime I got to write one of these songs Everybody gotta go P-A-T, Lil' Gator Mafio, Michael, Theus, Pat Lemon and Mello I'm like damn, who's gon be next They wonder why I sleep and creep, with a vest and two techs My haters pray, for my downfall For the love of DJ Screw, I continue to ball Just hopped off lockdown, and H.A.W.K. killing this shit Pok' still the Hardest Pit, Ke' the Don of the click We out here going platinum, straight up shitting on niggaz You can smile, cause you made it all happen my nigga come on [Will-Lean:] This is for my DJ, S-C-R-E-W The whole Screwed Up Click loving you, until I die I'ma thug for you Like Eryka Badu, S.U.C. we getting big Please do't get it twisted kid, Will-Lean the Chemist will flip your lid I did my bid and bring the pain, every city state I scream your name Rep the game when my weapon dang, cock back and disconnect your brain I'm holding it down for Texas mayn, coast to coast with this Texas gang Show em how to stretch the caine, DJ Screw's a legend mayn I ain't playing, Robert Earl shocked the world With skills more valuable, than rocks and pearls It's the Chemist trick and I'm in this shit, S.U.C. to the finish bitch Botany's still independent bitch, S.U.C. to the end of this shit uh [Hook x2] [Ronnie Spencer:] Fly away hmmmm, rest in peace baby