Текст песни Eyes Closed

Shoestring's on the comeback,
Bust you bitches up off my threads
Motherfuck the FEDS,
You raid my shit I put that head to bed,
Been runnin' from the law,
Steady rockin' war from my hideaway,
Fuck them bitches,
Hittin them switches,
Pervin' as I ride away,
Be quick for pulling your piece,
Slip like grease and there's a deadly war,
The bitches; they call me Shoestring,
The niggas; they call me "Skeletor",
Walkin up to your doorstep,
Creepin up from the back bitch,
The killer of your dope deal,
The killer that left that package,
And that body in the driveway
Murdered them on a Friday,
Scooped up the yay,
The pay,
And headed back to the highway,
Put the coke on the floor,
Hand over the dough,
My hat is cocaine white,
And the FEDS think it's blow,
So they pullin' me over,
Who these honkies checkin' my suitcase,
Somebody want to wet me up,
The FEDS are tryin' to set me up,
Reachin for my pistol grip,
I'll pop it til I drop these hoes
Try to stop the click,
We'll beat your shit,
And leave you this bitch with your eyes closed,
Froze,
I'm creepin' up on you with that fuckin' missile,
30 oz six shotgun shells,
All he heard was fuckin' whistles,
Fuckin up your tissue,
Pack your pistols and riot pumps,
This motherfucker thumps,
So none of my enemies jump,
So motherfuck your cookie crew,
The avenue be rollin' through,
It's all about the money bitch,
What the fuck you wanna do?
Niggas wanna grab they balls,
Show they teeth like they jaws,
You niggaz have more periods than them motherfuckin' pussy walls,
So what the fuck you talkin bout,
Rappin' ain't no thang to me,
You busta ass bitches ain't really what you claim to be,
We can throw them thangs,
Plan the same and I'm gonna bust your nose,
Try to stop the click,
We'll beat your shit,
You'll leave this bitch with your eyes closed.

Consolidated,
Suckers assassinated,
Subliminal criminalogy,
Actually rippin for salary,
It's no formality,
To be a tragedy,
Body ripped for raggedy,
Dogmatically,
Financially money's the mission,
Motive the means,
Bodies for fishin',
Intuition got me strapped like Quadafi,
Erasin' your posse for a hobby,
Dead bodies in lobbies,
Dealin' with the veteran,
In your head like Excederin,
Better than medicine,
Curing viruses,
Hard as calluses,
Head wounds from 38's,
Givin paralysis,
Track record like Dallas',
Competition is missing,
Being strangled from angles,
In positions by magicians,
Like mathematicians,
I'm stackin' digits and figures on petty niggaz,
Lemon squeezing mc's with platinum triggas,
I'm deadly like storms in Arizona,
I make my living on corners,
By turning niggaz into organ donors,
Fuck diplomas.

Haven't you ever heard of a killa?
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Cause with your eyes closed is how you die,
Say goodbye to the bad guy,
Am I my brother's keeper,
Reefa makes me peep-a... hoe,
Put him in a sleeper,
So watch yourself,
Watch yo step for these bullets watch yo step,
You seen it comin',
But couldn't creep away from its death,
One of my niggaz died,
It was his time,
Murder ain't jokin',
Flashes and blasts,
Leavin' him dead,
With his eyes open,
Since then I'm duckin',
Take the aim and bust him,
Now the nigga was trusted,
Friendships then rusted,
But fuck it,
I rather be behind guns than in front of bullets,
Bullseye in my face by a nigga who ain't scared to pull it,
So he's drinkin 40's,
Purved and curved,
Smokin' swishers,
Open fire on snitches,
Killin' all the death wishes,
Get the picture?
I never shot a man when he was runnin',
Pistol barrel in his face so he see all the bullets comin'.

Cash and chronic off cola,
Informer drug bonus,
Bitches in love,
Niggas catch slugs between they shoulders,
Green shit that I'm foldin',
Make niggaz think that'll hold em,
But they don't wanna jack trigga with Mr. Empty-The-Clippa,
I flip the scripture like I'm apostle,
But stick to the script,
Cause this is real nigga gospel,
Until my mission's accomplished,
I'm gonna be hostile with a bottle,
Didn't have no role model,
So I live like fuck tomorrow,
The path that I chose was to roll,
With my OG's,
Killers and creepers who never sleep or dose,
Fuck with us,
Be leaving with your eyes closed,
Its mandatory,
I'm wishin' to catch a nigga like a transmission,
Straight up slippin',
With his eyes closed,
And in my hood ain't no sightseein',
Fuck with us,
Who knows where you might be and,
Only police will be lookin' after the hearse roll,
And ain't no catchin a crook,
So you'll be leaving with your eyes closed.

Watch your back,
I'm creepin' from the blind side
Another nigga dead,
Another fuckin' homicide,
211,
187,
Better call for back-up,
I'm a get to flyin' heads,
Once I load my mac up,
Crackheads crack up,
Bitch niggaz back down,
We ain't scared of shit,
On the north side of flint town,
Dayton Avenue is where I'm from to be exact,
It's all about survival,
Tryin to get some more crack,
Back back,
Before you catch a barrel to your dome G,
If you with somebody else,
Then you and all your homies,
Come one come all nigga,
Ain't no hoe up in my gang,
Got no time for lames,
And I'mma stay the same,
I'm criminally insane,
Givin' pain is what I do,
Catchin' you in plain view,
Makin' sure your ass through,
Money and the power,
Bitches and the dough,
Grippin' on a nickle plated 44,
And you'll be leaving with your eyes closed.