Eyes Up Lyrics

by Slum Village Lyrics

album Fantastic, Vol. 2 Lyrics


Eyes Up
Fake niggas, talkin shit about me and my clic
What to do, what to do, what to do
Keep ya eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes u
Where you at, where you at, where you a
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mo
Keep ya eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes u
Baatin(Jay Dee
T3, keep yourself, respect Alla
Jay Dee, don't do no parties for free no lie (aight
Baatin levatatin up in the sk
SV, got they eyes on the prize well uh
SV, got they eyes on the prize well uh
SV, SV huh, u
(Baatin
One on one, havin some fun, in my master suit
Two is better than one, lets make it a master piec
You love it when my crew say we from the
You love it when my crew say we work for apath
I hate it when these motherfuckers player hate m
Motor-bot, the executioner of wack emcee
Motorbot makin sure niggas is casualtie
Juggernaut, you can say my crew will never be sof
SV, we the type of crew that never fall of
eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes u
Where you at, where you at, where you a
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mo
eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes u
Baatin(JayDee
Jay Dee, don't do no parties for free no lie (aight
Jay Dee, don't do no parties for free no lie (aight
Jay Dee, don't do no parties for free no lie (I said aight
Where you at, where you at, where you a
C'on, c'o
Jay Dee (eminem's voice from a Dj cut
Say, (h-, huh
My jam knocks, we knockin motherfuckers out they damn sock
Remastered it's the S of the Pad Loc
Been makin money, I been had a fat kno
Been loopin up the shit to make ya head no
You say (wh-,what) my jam knock
You can hear me coming off the damn block
Since a kid I aint never played wit damn block
And I was never ever known to cock bloc
Like jealous niggas that must wanna get socke
Them niggas make me wanna cop a damn gloc
You say, say, say (huh) my jam knock
These ladies know, Jay, can make the bed roc
Be hittin like Bam Bam, in Bed Roc
Compare the S to gators (navigators) we them big block
We stir fry mutherfuckers like a damn wo
Rock and rule niggas like my man Mo
So when my band rocks, watch the bands flo
You say (h-huh) my jam knocks
You can say the S is the soul shoc
The soul shot known to make 'em shell shocke
When devinous cats used to pop lock
I steal, when I used to pop lock
The S twist shit up like a dred loc
You say (h-huh) my jam knock
You say (w-what) my jam knock
So keep y
eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes u
Where you at, where you at, where you a
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mo
eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes u
Baatin(T3
T3, keep yourself, respect Allah (aight
T3, keep yourself, respect Allah (aight
T3, keep yourself, respect Allah (aight
(T3
It's like again y'al
uh huh, uh huh, one, tw
It's like again y'al
uh huh, uh huh, one, tw
It's like makin money's critica
Rhyme written, lyrica
Some emcees will never know
what we keep on giving an
Makin music beautiful, and we keep deliverin
Y'all niggas to the fal
And I aint forgivin it, I should do some ill sh, like, lik
Break your ligaments, then you would be feelin shi
Known to be doing shit, and if you do some shi
Know who you fuckin wi
Never fuck around with the click
Don't fuck around wit the click
You might get ya melon spli
Uh huh, again y'all, uh huh, one, tw
It's like uh huh, again y'all, uh huh, one, two, it's lik
Chorus
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