Dayton Family - Eyes Closed Lyrics
Shoestring:Shoestrings on the comeback, bust you *****es up off my threadsMother*****ing feds raid my shit I put that head to bedBeen running from the law, been rocking war from my hideaway***** them *****es, hittin them switches perfin as I ride awayBe quick for pulling your piece and slip like grease and theres a deadlyWarThe *****es they call me shoestring, the niggas they call me skeletorWalkin up to your doorstep, creepin up from the back *****, the killer ofYour dope dealThe killer that left that package and that body in the drivewayMurdered them on a fridayScooped up the yea, the pay and headed back for the highwayPut the coke on the floor, hand over the doughMy hat is cocaine white and the feds think its blowSo they pullin me over ? ? ? honkies checkin my suitcaseSomebody want to wet me upThe feds are tryin to set me upReachin for my pistol grip, Ill pop it til I drop these hoesTry to stop the click, well beat your shit and leave this ***** with yourEyes closedFroze, Im creepin up on you with that *****in missle30 oz six shotgun shells, all he heard was *****in whistles*****in up your tissue, pack your pistol and riot pumpsThis mother*****er thumps, so none of my enemies jumpSo mother***** your cookie crew the avenue be rollin throughIts all about the money *****, what the ***** you wanna doNiggas wanna grab they balls, show they teeth like they jawsYou niggas have more periods than the mother*****in ***** wallsSo what the ***** you talkin bout, rappin aint no thang to meYou buster ass *****es aint really what you claim to beWe can throw them thangs, play the same and Im gone bust your noseTry to stop the click, well beat your shit and leave this ***** with yourEyesClosed.Bootleg:Consolidated, suckers assassinated subliminal criminologyActually rippin for salary its no formalityTo be a tragedy, body rip for raggedy, dogmaticallyFinancially moneys the missionMotive the means, bodies for fishinIntuition got me trapped like quadafi erasin your posse for a hobbyDead bodies in lobbies dealin with the veteranIn your head like excederin, better than medicineCuring viruses hard as calusesHead wounds by 30 inch, givin paralysis, track record like dallasCompetition is missing, being stragled from anglesIn position by magicians like mathematiciansIm stackin digits and figures on petty niggasLemon squeezing mcs with platinum triggersIm deadly like storms in arizonaI make my living on corners, by turning niggas into organ doners, *****DiplomasHavent you ever heard of a killa, we can go eye to eyeCause with your eyes closed is how you dieSay goodbye to the bad guy, am I my brothers keeperReefa makes me creaper, hoe put him in a sleeperSo watch yourself, watch your step for these bullets ? ? ? ?But couldnt creep away from its deathOne of my niggas died, it was his time murder aint jokinFlashes and blashes reading him dead with his eyes openSince we aint no dummy, takin the aim and bust himNow the nigga was trusted, the friendship than rusted, but ***** itI rather be behind guns than in front of bulletsBullseye all in my face by a nigga who aint scared to pull itSo hes drinkin 40s pullin ? ? ? ? wishesOpen fire on snitches killin all the death wishesGet the picture, I never shot a man when he was runninPistol barrell in his face so he see all the bullets cominCash in chronic ? ? ? /Informer drug holder*****es in love, niggas catch slugs between they shouldersGreen shit that Im foldin make niggas think that will hold themBut they dont wanna jack trigger with mr. empty the clipI flip on the scripture like Im apostleBut stick to the script, cause this is real nigga gospelUntil my missions accomplished, Im gone be hostile with a bottleDidnt have no role model, so I live like ***** tomorrowThe path that I chose was to roll with my ogsKillers and creepers who never sleep or dose***** with us be leaving with your eyes closedIts mandatory Im wishin to catch a nigga like a transmissionStraight up slippin with his eyes closedAnd in my hood aint no sightseeing***** with us, who knows where you might be inOnly police will be lookin after the hearse rollAnd aint no catchin a crook, so youll be leaving with your eyes closedWatch your back, Im creepin from the blind sideAnother nigga dead, another *****in homicide211 187 better call for back-upIm a get to flyin heads, once I load my mac upCrackheads crack up, ***** niggas back downWe aint scared of shit on the north side of flip townDayton avenue is where Im from to be exactIts all about survival, tryin to get some more crack, right backBefore you catch a barrel to your dome gIf you with somebody else, than you and all your homiesCome one come all nigga aint no hoe up in my gangGot no time for lames and Im a stay the sameIm criminally insane, givin pain is what I doCatchin you in plain view, makin sure your ass throughMoney and the power, *****es in the doorGrippin on a nickle plated 44And youll be leaving with your eyes closed
