out your hands When your God's not listening The common ground of a modern day escape Is calling for the listening. We're living through your eyes But
Hold out your hands When your God's not listening The common ground of a modern day escape Is calling for the listening. We're living through your eyes
shots Man, they smile up in you, griller wanna give you a pen Stick it to your crew like glue like they been down Man listen, kill that bull with the
age, already know it's against him So in order for him to survive, one day he must Open up his eyes to the set backs and rise 'Cause, everybody wants
eyes Though she denies her pain and her dismay Know I said this to her anyway Don't have to stay with someone that makes you cry You'll end up killing
I'm curling with my love The last one out of the box The one who broke the seal Obligations Complications Routines and schedules A job that's killing you Killing
blush, Bottles, havin' thoughts and iring dreams Goin' down and roll fast Tryin' to get what my eyes have seen Fried of me, huh Nigga for a hand that got me through these eyes
with me? [Chorus] Look me in my eyes! Will you look in my eyes, and tell me do you see what I see?(My eyes!) Will you look in my eyes, and tell
in my head every time it rains The Devil speaking so you listening to the thoughts Of an evil spirit in demonic verses and every time I talk I'm confused by my psychological set
look in my eyes now slowly Your oldie that?s for takin' it P now what?s left to play soley That?s for fuckin' wit me listen in the streets it?s a respect
Crock' and spit ready rock They know my bar came venom in a bezzie rock Kicked from fight club, outfit from Eddie Brock I'm goin for the kill, focused
break We keep eyes open Heads up, no mistakes Self disciplined Listening to voices in my head One choice keep workin' it It's a promise not a threat Go and get what we set
's no joke iron coat rife him with the stroke One toke brains float, shot to the throat Before the smoke hit, witness the killing On the crime scene Body on the block Eyes
Come on This is hip hop, MC's get busy It's not pop, you'll front and you'll get dropped You're listening to slanged out goodies And Timberlands and
, wha, wha T.O.N.Y invade N.Y. Multiply, kill a cop Me and you You got beef, I got beef T.O.N.Y invade N.Y. Multiply, kill a cop Me and you You got
