Slum Village - Eyes Up Lyrics
Fake niggas, talkin shit about me and my clickWhat to do, what to do, what to do?Keep ya eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes upWhere you at, where you at, where you atCmon, cmon, cmon, cmonKeep ya eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes upBaatin(jay dee)T3, keep yourself, respect allahJay dee, dont do no parties for free no lie (aight)Baatin levatatin up in the skySv, got they eyes on the prize well uh,Sv, got they eyes on the prize well uh,Sv, sv huh, uh(baatin)One on one, havin some fun, in my master suiteTwo is better than one, lets make it a master pieceYou love it when my crew say we from the dYou love it when my crew say we work for apathyI hate it when these mother*****ers player hate meMotor-bot, the executioner of wack emceesMotorbot makin sure niggas is casualtiesJuggernaut, you can say my crew will never be softSv, we the type of crew that never fall offEyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes upWhere you at, where you at, where you atCmon, cmon, cmon, cmonEyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes upBaatin(jaydee)Jay dee, dont do no parties for free no lie (aight)Jay dee, dont do no parties for free no lie (aight)Jay dee, dont do no parties for free no lie (I said aight)Where you at, where you at, where you atCon, conJay dee (eminems voice from a dj cut)Say, (h-, huh)My jam knocks, we knockin mother*****ers out they damn socksRemastered its the s of the pad lockBeen makin money, I been had a fat knotBeen loopin up the shit to make ya head nodYou say (wh-,what) my jam knocksYou can hear me coming off the damn blocksSince a kid I aint never played wit damn blocksAnd I was never ever known to ***** blockLike jealous niggas that must wanna get sockedThem niggas make me wanna cop a damn glockYou say, say, say (huh) my jam knocksThese ladies know, jay, can make the bed rockBe hittin like bam bam, in bed rockCompare the s to gators (navigators) we them big blocksWe stir fry muther*****ers like a damn wopRock and rule niggas like my man mopSo when my band rocks, watch the bands flopYou say (h-huh) my jam knocksYou can say the s is the soul shockThe soul shot known to make em shell shockedWhen devinous cats used to pop locksI steal, when I used to pop locksThe s twist shit up like a dred lockYou say (h-huh) my jam knocksYou say (w-what) my jam knocksSo keep yaEyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes upWhere you at, where you at, where you atCmon, cmon, cmon, cmonEyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes upBaatin(t3)T3, keep yourself, respect allah (aight)T3, keep yourself, respect allah (aight)T3, keep yourself, respect allah (aight)(t3)Its like again yallUh huh, uh huh, one, twoIts like again yallUh huh, uh huh, one, twoIts like makin moneys criticalRhyme written, lyricalSome emcees will never knowWhat we keep on giving andMakin music beautiful, and we keep deliveringYall niggas to the fallAnd I aint forgivin it, I should do some ill sh, like, likeBreak your ligaments, then you would be feelin shitKnown to be doing shit, and if you do some shitKnow who you *****in witNever ***** around with the clickDont ***** around wit the clickYou might get ya melon splitUh huh, again yall, uh huh, one, twoIts like uh huh, again yall, uh huh, one, two, its likeChorus
