Eyes up - Slum Village

Fake n_ggas, talkin sh_t about me and my click
What to do, what to do, what to do?
Keep ya eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes up
Where you at, where you at, where you at
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Keep ya eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes up

[Baatin (Jay Dee):]
T3, keep yourself, respect Allah
Jay Dee, don't do no parties for free no lie (aight)
Baatin levatatin up in the sky
SV, 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 suite
Two is better than one, lets make it a master piece
You love it when my crew say we from the D
You love it when my crew say we work for apathy
I hate it when these motherf_ckers player hate me
Motor-bot, the executioner of wack emcees
Motorbot makin sure n_ggas is casualties
Juggernaut, you can say my crew will never be soft
SV, we the type of crew that never fall off

eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes up
Where you at, where you at, where you at
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes up

[Baatin (Jay Dee):]
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 at
C'on, c'on

[Jay Dee - Eminem's voice from a DJ cut:]
Say, (h-, huh)
My jam knocks, we knockin motherf_ckers out they damn socks
Remastered it's the S of the Pad Lock
Been makin money, I been had a fat knot
Been loopin up the sh_t to make ya head nod
You say (wh-,what) my jam knocks
You can hear me coming off the damn blocks
Since a kid I ain't never played wit damn blocks
And I was never ever known to cock block
Like jealous n_ggas that must wanna get socked
Them n_ggas make me wanna cop a damn glock
You say, say, say (huh) my jam knocks
These ladies know, Jay, can make the bed rock
Be hittin like Bam Bam, in Bed Rock
Compare the S to gators (navigators) we them big blocks
We stir fry mutherf_ckers like a damn wop
Rock and rule n_ggas like my man Mop
So when my band rocks, watch the bands flop
You say (h-huh) my jam knocks
You can say the S is the soul shock
The soul shot known to make 'em shell shocked
When devinous cats used to pop locks
I steal, when I used to pop locks
The S twist sh_t up like a dred lock
You say (h-huh) my jam knocks
You say (w-what) my jam knocks
So keep ya

eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes up
Where you at, where you at, where you at
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes up

[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'all
uh huh, uh huh, one, two
It's like again y'all
uh huh, uh huh, one, two
It's like makin money's critical
Rhyme written, lyrical
Some emcees will never know
what we keep on giving and
Makin music beautiful, and we keep delivering
Y'all n_ggas to the fall
And I ain't forgivin it, I should do some ill sh, like, like
Break your ligaments, then you would be feelin sh_t
Known to be doing sh_t, and if you do some sh_t
Know who you f_ckin wit
Never f_ck around with the click
Don't f_ck around wit the click
You might get ya melon split
Uh huh, again y'all, uh huh, one, two
It's like uh huh, again y'all, uh huh, one, two, it's like

[Chorus]

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