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m.c. mack - look into my eyes كلمات أغنية

[verse 1: suave]
every f_ckin’ day i had to deal with n_ggas actin’ hard
scopin’, hopin’, prayin’ that them b_tches try to pull my card
if they pulled my card, then the suave gon’ have to hate you, fool
7_4 is on that blow, i’m known for buckin’ rooty_poot
n_ggas just like you, b_tch_ass boy, hurt straight on my mind
is these n_ggas be traitin’ up in these streets, tryin’ to scheme on mine
if they cross their line then they know they gotta pay they price
wanna gamble with your life? go in ‘head, and roll the dice
see you try to test my p infront of me, i just can’t go
i won’t let that sh_t slide ’cause you did that sh_t just like a ho
is it ’cause i’m f_cked in the gamе that you think a n_gga soft?
h_rned toad, test my nuts, 7_4 gon’ break you off
bеtter yet you break me off some proper when i jack you, son
hoover branded on my arm, shoot more guns than desert storm
never know, ho, will you slide? i’m gon’ catch you when you slip
f_ck you, boy, how in the f_ck can you f_ck with a 7_4 hoover crip?
when i dip, look into my eyes, it’s the windows to my soul
f_cked up by sh_t you’ve been told that’s as real this sh_t here go

[verse 2: ow7law]
come and take a deep look into my eyes, n_gga, what you see?
six maniacs inside of me, showin’ no mercy, n_gga, no love
n_gga, no love for me enemy, see
me ragin’ with k!ller lunatic villains, ready to split yo’ wig
player haters f_ck with me pimpin’, you catchin’ six doses of devil sh_t
well, better spread your knees, speak a prayer out to your holy maker
just call me the murderer, gravedigger, call me the undertaker
thug n_gga from the down south with the f_ckin’ mind of a schizophrenic
i’m a doped_up demon [?], when we hittin’ that white, b_tch
n_gga, when we steppin’ to the dark side of funky town, caught in wizzo wonderland
where the n_gga [?] better plan on playin’ safe, or i blast that four_five glock, c_cked
masque mane, creepin’, steppin’ off into the south always in slizzow_motion, b_tch
you busters who’ll cross us; get ready for the glock c_cked pop_job
creep up at a sucker n_gga’s door for the win
hollow point devils they entering into they domes
stang a n_gga out for the bodycount, bodybag, ambulance, white chalk, casket, johnes
be a victim of outlaw, n_gga, no remorse ’bout it, ’bout it, ’cause i’m livin’ to die
f_ck a chrystal ball, n_gga, want a n_gga’s future? look in six split eyes
[interlude: mac yo]
yeah, yeah, y’all know what time it is
player yo finna kick this sh_t
so, i want you busters motherf_cker look into my eyes
you know what i’m sayin’

[verse 3: mac yo]
look into my eyes as i blast, aimin’ at your face
north memphis k!llers on the scene, b_tch, and we don’t play
bumpin’ syko soundz in my head, dwellin’ on that funk
shaun, boy, he got some anna’, lock that b_tch off in the trunk
body’s stangin’ on my mind, m_a_s_k on my face
quickly take your dope and cheese, then i leave without a trace
n_ggas smilin’ in my face, quick to stab me in my back
ain’t no friends, no such thing, i just rather tote my gat
i gotta touch ’em, i gotta touch ’em, he on the floor
lay you down on the ground, or else your ass would have to go
lookin’ wild, pretty boy smile, p_yo ’bout it, ’bout it, b_tch
any n_gga with some anna’; mac gon’ split your f_ckin’ wig
player haters watch your back, look out for that glizzock, trick
turn around, you too late, now you stankin’ from a ditch
bring it to the door, playa yo, you don’t hear me, though
outtie for the ‘9_6, lil’ yo and i’m blowin’, b_tch

[verse 5: lil’ man]
look into my eyes, now tell me what you see?
it’s little man up in this ho, with anna’ dwellin’ in me
i take a hit off the light_green sh_t, i’m movin’ that pump on my play
i’m ridin’ with mack, we bumpin’ them tracks that other tricks can’t relate
and for you b_tch i left and stitched, my game is on when i play
’cause dropped all cheese infront of my knees, and comin’ clean
i just might
[verse 5: lil blink]
b_l_i_n_k, it’s the indo smokin’ juvenille
when i hit the eight, dog, it’s time to get buckwild
kickin’ it with the inner circle, they got me smokin’ that chronic sh_t
rollin’ blunts, still get blunt, takin’ a hit from that sh_t
i’m fiendin’ a boomin contact comin’ from that fat mack junt
buck shots from the red hair shotgun, hit me with a proper blast
got my eyes lookin’ sagged, bloodshot red from hittin’ that weed, mane
acapulco gold, spanish leaves, sticky indo
got me sailin’ like a kite through the onion_breeze blowin’
i’m f_cked up, cloud nine bound, i’m so f_ckin’ high
fulla that weed, fulla that fry, b_tch, look into my eyes

[outro: m.c. mack & mac yo]
ah, yeah, y’all know what time it is, yeah
m.c. mack in this b_tch, devilsh_t in this ho
you what know i’m talkin’ ’bout
yeah, y’all tricks look into my eyes, and b_tch, all you see is anna’
you know i’m sayin’
m.c. mack in this ho, i got all my n_ggas in this b_tch (yeah, playa yo up in this b_tch, ho)
got my n_gga lil’ man up in this junt, you know i’m sayin’
got my n_gga outlaw in this b_tch (all we see is anna’)
lil’ blink, lil’ corb, suave
sh_t, the prophet posse, you know i’m sayin’
juicy j, dj paul, yeah, you know i’m sayin’ (b_tch)
all my n_ggas finna kick this sh_t like this (player hatin’_ass b_tch)
yeah, for you hoes, you know i’m sayin’
yeah, playa yo up in this motherf_cker, b_tch
you know what i’m sayin’
i wanna say, to that sissy_ass [?] boy
you got me f_cked up, ho, all you sissy_ass b_tches out there
you know i’m sayin’, b_tch (ahh, back up off me)
i’m tellin’ you, these b_tches got the game f_cked up (yes, sir)
yeah, lookin’ at my ho, you know i’m sayin’ (north memphis, b_tch)
yeah, yeah, yeah, y’all know what time it is (glenview bound on you funky_ass hoes)
big p_yo up out this motherf_cker, b_tch
i’m tellin’ you, yeah, yeah, you know i’m sayin’ (b_tch)
yeah, yeah, what up, big tony, lil’ larry, meech, know i’m sayin’
sh_t, what up my n_gga, my n_gga lil’ rico, all my n_ggas around
raleigh, frayser, you know i’m sayin’
yeah, all my n_ggas on that dope, you know i’m sayin’ (that funk got me crunk, b_tch)
yeah, yeah, you know i’m sayin’ (sissy_ass boy)
we in this junt, kickin’ all this sh_t for these motherf_ckers (my n_ggas ridin’ on eithers back, b_tch)
i’m tellin’ you, these funky hoes, these hoes got the game f_cked up
you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout?
yeah, these b_tches, mane (player hatin_ass n_ggas, mane)
yeah (player hatin_ass n_ggas, mane), you know i’m sayin’
mane, these b_tches got the game f_cked up (b_tch smilin’ in your face, stab a n_gga in the back, b_tch)
yeah, you know what i’m sayin’
these player hatin_ass n_ggas can’t get none
m.c. mack in this junt, yeah (pass that motherf_ckin’ blow, motherf_cker) you know i’m sayin’
i’m tellin’ you, you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout
(pass that blow, n_gga)
b_tch (yeah)
and we out this junt, ho (b_tch)
ninety_six to the ninety_seven, we gon’ run this sh_t, b_tch
(now we out)

- m c mack

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