DJ Screw, born Robert Earl Davis, Jr. (July 20, 1971 – November 16, 2000), … Read Full Bio ↴DJ Screw, born Robert Earl Davis, Jr. (July 20, 1971 – November 16, 2000), was a central figure in the Houston hip hop scene. His innovation included the trademark technique of slowing down the basic tracks of a cut when he remixed it. He was the main mix tape mixer for the huge Screwed Up Click.
He was born in Bastrop, Texas to Robert Earl Davis, Sr. DJ Screw had lived in Smithville, Houston, and Los Angeles; at one point his father took him to Houston in order to keep him from trouble. There DJ Screw lived in a working class, mostly African American neighborhood near Hobby Airport described by Michael Hall of Texas Monthly as "hard-edged."DJ Screw dropped out of Sterling High School during his 10th grade year and focused on music.
He began deejaying at age 13, and started his trademark slowed down mixes in 1984. During the early 1990s, he invited some of Houston's most renowned rappers from the south side of the city to flow on his Screw tapes. This eventually led to the formation of the Screwed Up Click. What originally was only a fad of Houston, Chopped and Screwed music started getting more widespread attention with the introduction of p2p programs such as Napster in the late 90s. This ultimately led to DJ Screw getting recognition across the country and being known as one of biggest faces in modern hip-hop.
www.screwedupclick.com.
After spending most of the 1990s as an infamous local phenomenon in Houston, TX, DJ Screw suddenly found himself gaining sudden notoriety before his unfortunate death in late 2000. The Houston DJ made a name for himself primarily because of his uncanny mixing style, which found him pitching down his records to a lumbering and quite eerie pace. Over the course of the '90s, what began as novelty actually became a rather lucrative venture for Screw, who produced hundreds of mix tapes, with some estimates projecting his total number of tapes topping over a thousand; furthermore, he sold the tapes at his Houston-based record store, Screwed Up Records and Tapes. Oddly enough, he preferred to release his mixes almost exclusively on cassette, though fans often recorded the mixes and traded them via the Internet; in addition, countless "screwed" remixes of popular rap anthems were widely available on Napster thanks to his cultish following.
Yet it's hard to imagine Screw's legacy being what it is if not for his role as an adamant advocate of "syrup sippin'," a Southern rap phenomenon involving codeine-infused cough syrup -- the resulting intoxication induces a hallucinatory state where everything slows down and becomes the senses swirl. As marijuana was to early-'90s gangsta rap, LSD was to late-'60s psychedelic rock, ecstasy was to late-'80s rave -- and so on -- the syrup sippin' advocated by Screw's trippy hip-hop mixes led to a small drug movement within the late-'90s Dirty South genre, reaching its zenith with Three 6 Mafia's hit "Sippin' on Some Syrup" in 2000. It's hard to deny that this phenomenon wasn't as important to Screw's popularity as his music was (especially considering some of his tape titles: Syrup & Soda, Syrup Sippers, Sippin' Codeine, etc.) Still, Screw did serve as a leader for Houston's burgeoning rap scene; his home studio, The Screw Shop, functioned as the home base for what was loosely referred to as the Screwed Up Click, including semi-successful rappers such as Big Pokey and Lil' Keke, along with about 30 others were known locally.
Ironically, when Screw was found dead in his studio of a fatal heart attack at the tender age of 29 on the morning of November 16, 2000, the Houston Chronicle published a story stating that police suspected Screw of overdosing on the same syrup that he so adamantly advocated. Weeks later the theory proved valid, making the artist the victim of his own self-promoted phenomenon. More unfortunate, though, was the loss of Screw to Houston's fledging scene, which seemed on the verge of being nationally recognized as a Southern rap mecca. His legacy lived on, though, since his trademark mixing style was by no means exclusive, as countless imitators had arisen in the South by the time of his death, the most noteworthy being the Swisha House and Beltway 8 record labels.
- Jason Birchmeier, All Music Guide
He was born in Bastrop, Texas to Robert Earl Davis, Sr. DJ Screw had lived in Smithville, Houston, and Los Angeles; at one point his father took him to Houston in order to keep him from trouble. There DJ Screw lived in a working class, mostly African American neighborhood near Hobby Airport described by Michael Hall of Texas Monthly as "hard-edged."DJ Screw dropped out of Sterling High School during his 10th grade year and focused on music.
He began deejaying at age 13, and started his trademark slowed down mixes in 1984. During the early 1990s, he invited some of Houston's most renowned rappers from the south side of the city to flow on his Screw tapes. This eventually led to the formation of the Screwed Up Click. What originally was only a fad of Houston, Chopped and Screwed music started getting more widespread attention with the introduction of p2p programs such as Napster in the late 90s. This ultimately led to DJ Screw getting recognition across the country and being known as one of biggest faces in modern hip-hop.
www.screwedupclick.com.
After spending most of the 1990s as an infamous local phenomenon in Houston, TX, DJ Screw suddenly found himself gaining sudden notoriety before his unfortunate death in late 2000. The Houston DJ made a name for himself primarily because of his uncanny mixing style, which found him pitching down his records to a lumbering and quite eerie pace. Over the course of the '90s, what began as novelty actually became a rather lucrative venture for Screw, who produced hundreds of mix tapes, with some estimates projecting his total number of tapes topping over a thousand; furthermore, he sold the tapes at his Houston-based record store, Screwed Up Records and Tapes. Oddly enough, he preferred to release his mixes almost exclusively on cassette, though fans often recorded the mixes and traded them via the Internet; in addition, countless "screwed" remixes of popular rap anthems were widely available on Napster thanks to his cultish following.
Yet it's hard to imagine Screw's legacy being what it is if not for his role as an adamant advocate of "syrup sippin'," a Southern rap phenomenon involving codeine-infused cough syrup -- the resulting intoxication induces a hallucinatory state where everything slows down and becomes the senses swirl. As marijuana was to early-'90s gangsta rap, LSD was to late-'60s psychedelic rock, ecstasy was to late-'80s rave -- and so on -- the syrup sippin' advocated by Screw's trippy hip-hop mixes led to a small drug movement within the late-'90s Dirty South genre, reaching its zenith with Three 6 Mafia's hit "Sippin' on Some Syrup" in 2000. It's hard to deny that this phenomenon wasn't as important to Screw's popularity as his music was (especially considering some of his tape titles: Syrup & Soda, Syrup Sippers, Sippin' Codeine, etc.) Still, Screw did serve as a leader for Houston's burgeoning rap scene; his home studio, The Screw Shop, functioned as the home base for what was loosely referred to as the Screwed Up Click, including semi-successful rappers such as Big Pokey and Lil' Keke, along with about 30 others were known locally.
Ironically, when Screw was found dead in his studio of a fatal heart attack at the tender age of 29 on the morning of November 16, 2000, the Houston Chronicle published a story stating that police suspected Screw of overdosing on the same syrup that he so adamantly advocated. Weeks later the theory proved valid, making the artist the victim of his own self-promoted phenomenon. More unfortunate, though, was the loss of Screw to Houston's fledging scene, which seemed on the verge of being nationally recognized as a Southern rap mecca. His legacy lived on, though, since his trademark mixing style was by no means exclusive, as countless imitators had arisen in the South by the time of his death, the most noteworthy being the Swisha House and Beltway 8 record labels.
- Jason Birchmeier, All Music Guide
After I Die
DJ Screw Lyrics
We have lyrics for 'After I Die' by these artists:
Dj Screw & Point Blank "Sending out a death shout to my boy Point Blank...May…
DJ Screw Feat. Point Blank "Sending out a death shout to my boy Point Blank...May…
DJ Screw/Point Blank "Sending out a death shout to my boy Point Blank...May…
Point Blank "Sending out a death shout to my boy Point Blank...May…
Point Blank / DJ Screw "Sending out a death shout to my boy Point Blank...May…
We have lyrics for these tracks by DJ Screw:
4 My Nigga Screw F/ Lil Flip, Grace, H.A.W.K., Ronnie Spencer (Ronnie Spence…
Bang Screw [Big Moe] Well ain't no plex with the East and the…
City Of Syrup [Big Moe] Well it ain't no plex with the East and…
don Put your stones in dust and worn, South Coast raised…
Don't Call My Phone Please don't call my phone The streets hot, everybody snitch…
Don't Mess Wit Texas Put your stones in dust and worn, South Coast raised…
Freestyle Ha ha, 2000 and 1 Z-Ro the motherfucking Mo City Don Getti…
Have You Ever Have you ever Had someone close to you die I know you…
In The House Tonight [DJ Screw] Wassup PacMan, knowwhatimsayin, that Shawn, that …
Inside Looking Out How can I come up (sitting) How can I come up…
It H-Town, in effect for Texas Southside, for the H-Town Norths…
Life of A G [Z-Ro] Nobody seems to understand that my brain ain't stable…
Look Into My Eyes Look into my eyes I see bizarre lights Look into my eyes Loo…
Mind On My Money South Park Said I'm 'bout to lose my mind South Park South P…
My Life DJ Screw A mufucka wonder what I'll do Kill you bitch, pop-p…
My Mind Went Blank South Park Said I'm 'bout to lose my mind South Park South P…
On The Southside (*talking*) Screwzoo, what's the deal baby Lil' Trae up in…
Pimp Tha Pen (feat. Lil Keke) [Lil Keke] I'm draped up and dripped ou…
South Side Welcome to the uh Southside, No, uh-uh, I said the…
Southside (*talking*) Screwzoo, what's the deal baby Lil' Trae up in…
Sunny Day (Hook:Big Shasta) We rollin on chrome Flossin its a sunny da…
Tell Me Something Good One motherfucker, two motherfuckers Three motherfuckers Fo' …
Texas Put your stones in dust and worn, South Coast raised…
The Legend (*talking*) Hope y'all can hear me out there Mic check to …
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@imnotissa5423
How the hell I supposed to rest in peace?
How the hell I supposed to rest in peace?
How the hell I supposed to rest in peace?
How the hell I supposed to rest in peace?
Know what Im talkin bout?
Nigga gotta show that love for the 9-5
To them boys that make it to that 9-5
[?]
Know what Im talkin bout?
My nigga squeeze out the trey
That Jordan Scott
[?]
Ice water, PA
Know what im talkin bout?
Diamond D
Man cuz niggas die mayne, six feet
On some ho shit, snitchin ass niggas
[?]
Fuck yall, niggas gonna stay up and stay strapped
Puttin yall ho ass niggas on yall back
Put me to sleep, Blank rest in peace
Put me to sleep, Blank rest in peace
Put me to sleep, Blank rest in peace
Put me to sleep, Blank rest in peace
Put me to sleep, Blank rest in peace
Put me to sleep, Blank rest in peace
Put me to sleep, Blank rest in peace
Put me to sleep, Blank rest in peace
Put me to sleep, Blank rest in peace (After I die, after I die)
Put me to sleep, Blank rest in peace (After I die, after I die)
Put me to sleep, Blank rest in peace (After I die, after I die)
Put me to sleep, Blank rest in peace (After I die, after I die)
After I die gonna be a lot of shit
Cause ain't no telling what my niggas fuck around to do this trick
They squeezed the trigger on me
Cause I squeezed the trigger on his little brother yesterday
After I die gonna be a lot of shit
Cause ain't no telling what my niggas fuck around to do this trick
After I die gonna be a lot of shit
Cause ain't no telling what my niggas fuck around to do this trick
After I die gonna be a lot of shit
Cause ain't no telling what my niggas fuck around to do this trick
They squeezed the trigger on me
Cause I squeezed the trigger on his little brother yesterday
I can still remember when I shot him
Voices screaming in my head: oh, my god
Damn, it was so simple
But the very next day I caught two to the temple
I wonder what my family gonna say
Maybe they was looking for me to die anyway
You know, my feelings was hurt
I just got out the penitentiary, now they put me in the dirt
To make a long story short I was terrible
Niggas firing up weed when they came to my burial
To make a long story short I was terrible
Niggas firing up weed when they came to my burial
To make a long story short I was terrible
Niggas firing up weed when they came to my burial
Bitches cried as they put me in the ground
But sometimes I think it was meant for me to lay it down
I appreciate if you kiss me
But I ain't gonna have mothafuckas standing, crying over my body
Just let a nigga sleep
Fucking with me and shit, how the hell I suppose to rest in peace?
My son don't know about the tragedy
He just crying cause they won't let him to play in my casket
I can see my girl's face, I know she can't stand it
Looking like her mind's on another planet
Put me to sleep, Blank rest in peace
Put me to sleep, Blank rest in peace
Put me to sleep, Blank rest in peace
Put me to sleep, Blank rest in peace
After I die gonna be a lot of shit
Cause ain't no telling what my niggas fuck around to do this trick
They squeezed the trigger on me
Cause I squeezed the trigger on his little brother yesterday
I can still remember when I shot him
Voices screaming in my head: oh, my god
Damn, it was so simple
But the very next day I caught two to the temple
I wonder what my family gonna say
Maybe they was looking for me to die anyway
You know, my feelings was hurt
I just got out the penitentiary, now they put me in the dirt
To make a long story short I was terrible
Niggas firing up weed when they came to my burial
Bitches cried as they put me in the ground
But sometimes I think it was meant for me to lay it down
I appreciate if you kiss me
But I ain't gonna have mothafuckas standing, crying over my body
Just let a nigga sleep
Fucking with me and shit, how the hell I suppose to rest in peace?
My son don't know about the tragedy
He just crying cause they won't let him play on my casket
I can see my girl's face, I know she can't stand it
Looking like her mind's on another planet
I had a lot of niggas down with me
Uuuh, I just hope to God they don't forget me
Yeah, a lot of niggas hated me
And to see me in a grave is what they wanted to see
A rough brother from South Park
And I blame Illinois for making me hard
A rough brother from South Park
And I blame Illinois for making me hard
A rough brother from South Park
And I blame Illinois for making me hard
A rough brother from South Park
And I blame Illinois for making me hard
Point Blank is guilty
Of being mentally fucked up and that's what killed me
I'll like to send peace to the brother that squeezed the trigger
Uuuh, he's a bold ass nigga
And all I got to say
I was tired of this bitch ass Earth anyway
I'm out...
Put me to sleep, Blank rest in peace
Put me to sleep, Blank rest in peace
Put me to sleep, Put me to sleep
Put me to sleep, Blank rest in peace
Put me to sleep, Blank rest in peace
Put me to sleep, Blank rest in peace
Put me to sleep, Blank rest in peace
Yeah wassup, it's that Screw
In the studio late night with that meistro
Hollerin at my boys on the southside
Quail Meadows, what's up Broadway?
Man that circle that leans know what Im sayin?
The Village Kings, got that Dead End
Fox Wood, wassup Botany, them boys on Northdale?
[?]
That trey
[?]
That SA, Southwest Gardens
Paul & Clark, Amity Plaza, Southwest
We out here drankin' syrup stayin' high
Talkin bout leanin nigga
Kin, folk, poppin the trunk, TV, VCR
Whatever
It's goin down
Y'all niggas ain't high?
@JP-nn8tc
I listened to this album a million times. And as the years passed, this song is the one that hits the deepest in my heart.
@user-ny4sh5xk6i
but how it only has 500k views
@TomCorbett420
@𝗢𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆ツ𝗔𝗻𝗻𝗲 cuz real niggas got the copy
@kevinss7165
10 years later G here I am banging this shit
@TomCorbett420
@Kevin SS ✌🏾
@kendalebrooks4076
How the hell Im suppose to Rest In Peace
@Meongge12
this was my first Screw tape and when this came on I stopped everything I was doing and completely fell into the story. was the first time I really "got" C+S. still gives me chills now, R.I.P. Screw
@moseslozano1426
First time a got high was to this album 1993 summer time in Houston Texas screw tapes in the delta 88 swinging down beltway
@deadbol8090
@Moses Lozano i can see the vibes ✨
@naarvmaan
Screw was so ahead of his time, in fact his production is really timeless.