Bizzy:

Yeah. Supervision.



If you look into my eyes. If you look into my eyes (tell me what you see.) Tell 

me what you see, you see ...



If you look into my eyes, tell me what you see, you see ...



Bizzy:

See, they don抰 understand me. I抳e been through him, and him, and him, and then 

come at 慹m again. I know niggas that抯 in the pen, and figgas for you and them. 

Evil creepinon my people. Chances are slim. Be married to the music. Boom! Hit 

the stage, ready to die for it, cry for it. Cut the games. Many tried for it, 

lied for it, get a catchy chorus and fly for it. Take orbit, let gravity be 

your fortress tonight. Elevate your brain, hold your heart and just sing, æ…¶ause 

gracefully we age through all the pain. Sentiments in rain. Evidence of it抯 

heavenly fangs distained for my explanation on æ…¶ane. The fame was the sum of 

our money, chained in a murder, murder shame, with a pistol and a pissed-off 

bang! Well, then let me finish with thug love. I抦 off to hit the club with the 

bud and the track, hit the mud. Keep the gun, it抯 my first love.



Tell me what you see, you see ... If you look into my eyes.



Supervision:

I抦 making love to my music, my music. My music makes me high.

(Bizzy: Tell me what you see, you see ... If you look into my eyes.)



Supervision:

I抦 making love to my music, like my music抯 my lady. Sippinon Brandi, 

intoxicated. Humminto __. And i抦 chillinwith Krayzie, and we high off that 

Thai. My reason抯 why, like R. Kelly, I believe I can fly. And plus, around me I 

can抰 see, my vision抯 clouded. Premeditate 慹m or bust, and please label me 慴out 

it, æ…´out it. As I collect my thoughts, take me a breath. God bless my homie 

[insert name], he took one in the chest. And yes, but he still here to rap a 

song, just another day. While ya bullshhhhh, crack the top on that Alize! 慍ause 

we don抰 play in this land of the loc抯, where brothers, they smoke trees up with 

dust, and see, they bleed. Then they plead. 慍uase i抦 on top, straight ballin 

Makinlove to my woman, but my music抯 steady callin and never stallin But it 

comes to me, you should please let me have prophecy, yes, I make love to my 

music. I抦 makinlove ...



Krayzie:

I love music. Any kind of music, as long as it抯 pumpinto keep me thuggin self 

in check. Maintain the mentality I got to keep my composure, and music抯 the 

perfect potion. When i抦 coastinroll a blunt up, roll 慹m up. Put some of them 

jams on. And, nigga, we zonein so put on some old school, homie, let抯 hit the 

dance floor. Music really makes me happy. When i抦 stressin mental hot, I put 

on some instrumentals. Stop, I think about what I done been through. I put it 

to paper, then put it to wax, and kick some facts, sit back and relax, now 

everything is all right. If it wasn抰 for this music, i抎 be dead, fuck a jail, 慶

ause a nigga ain抰 never goinback to that hell. Feel me. Kill me. And if it 

wasn抰 for the man upstairs blessing me with talent, like the average thug 

nigga, would I vanish? But this platinum got us niggas established. Got us 

living lavish. Apply yourself, survival tactics, nigga, and y抋ll can have it. 

Even though it抯 stress and strain in the game, one thing I can抰 do is ... Is 

stop the music.



Supervision:

I抦 making love to my music, my music. My music makes me high.

(Bizzy: Tell me what you see, you see ... If you look into my eyes.)



Layzie:

Nigga, it don't stop, and it won't stop æ…¶ause i just can't quit. This game be 

runninthrough my veins with nothinbut platinum hits. And nigga it don't stop, 

æ…¶ause it won't stop, æ…¶ause it just don't quit. This game be runninthrough my 

veins with nothinbut platinum shit. Nigga I gotsta have it. It抯 like automatic 

rounds when I put this down. Constantly fuckin up instrumentals, you remember 

that thuggish ruggish sound. You can feel the love goin through the speakers, 

creepin livinlife on the deep end. Better believe you won抰 catch me sleepin 

put up a beat and I heat, dismiss the flames. Nigga, cut the games, me and my 

music we sleep and eat together. We hop in the Benz, get off in the winds, and 

we run the streets together. And we on a mission to stick up the industry full 

throttle. Mo Thugs, mo money the motto, so, nigga, the slugs that I bring come 

hollow. Nigga we can do this in the song, or nigga we can do this in person. 

Whatever you do when you cross the gunline boss, little Lay'll be puttinhis 

work in. 慍ause me and my music, nigga, we don't take that shit. Nigga, put the 

pen to the pad, get mad and I break that bitch. Nigga, it's just the thug in 

me, mixed up with the indo and the OlE. When I drop this thugsta poetry, I 

make all y'all know who the fuck I be, niggas!



Supervision:

I抦 making love to my music, my music. My music makes me high.

(Bizzy: Tell me what you see, you see ... If you look into my eyes.)