| Keep yo' eyes on yo' motherfuckin' Screw, know what I’m tal' 'bout?
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| We down here jammin', but uhh, I don’t give a fuck who it is…
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| It could be your homeboy, your bitch, your main-gal
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| Your sister, your grandma: Everybody stealin' Screw!
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| So when a nigga get into your motherfuckin' car tal' 'bout
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| «Uh, where the light at?»
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| You go and lookin' back and shit. |
| watch yo' Screw!
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| Know wha' I’m sayin'?
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| You could leave: two stick, a swisher, and a fo'
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| And a Screw tape on the counter
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| And ain’t nobody taking none of those drugs.
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| The fo' will still be ther', the sticks will be ther'
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| Know wha' I’m sayin'? |
| The swisher be ther'
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| But where’s the motherfuckin' Screw?
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| So when you get this Screw right her'
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| I want you to hold on to this motherfucke'
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| Cause we gon' come up in '94, you best believe that
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| This just ain’t no in-the-house-flowing-Screw-thang
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| Me and Screw trying to expand this shit, 'naw what I’m sayin'
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| We just left Jack the Rapper, 'naw what I’m tal' bout
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| We trying to let everyb- the world how we do it down South.
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| So keep your hands on your Screw
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| And keep your eyes on the motherfuckin' law, and the motherfuckin' jackas
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| And this for all the bitch-smackas and the pistol-packas
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| And we out.
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| Don’t say E.S.G didn’t warn ya… |