the likes of my eyes. (2X)

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 1st Verse:
 Damn! Can't even get out the door good,
 she's on my line hittin' me on my hip at least
 about five to six times. Tryin' find a way to
 slide in to my busy schedule she say and what's
 up for the day but um, being the player that I
 am I keep my game face on, paper's not long
 it's mandle my hustle's strong, so it's off to
 scoopski got a G, got a homie that'll give us that
 love on the quota-P, but when the mission is
 complete the baby week and see if it's really
 all good like you say, don't play with me. Got me
 fucked with the wrong dick and the wrong clit,
 crossin' my path and no doubt will get that ass
 kicked, still on a mission therefore I gotta have it
 trick nothin' but yourself the sucka's at the store
 on the shell schemin' for the wealth that you know
 is on the way but back on up, I'm not the payer, I gets
 paid.

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 2nd Verse:
 Back in the days it was you that wouldn't speak,
 now you breakin' your neck to see what's up for
 the week, you should have been down, that's on
 the real right from the jump, but now I got to treat you
 like a toss-up who's caught up. You got some nerve
 to be actin' like it's all good, I see your phony side as
 I slide through the neighborhood. Miss Goody-Good
 I wish you would think would get some love from this way,
 you better keep away. Man, didn't they know that they
 eyes are the window to they soul, you dirty-low-down
 ice water cold, person that I used to see, eating my
 dust as I mash, it's all about the family makin' cash.
 Non-stop for us got that business deal to work, sign
 some autographs give away a grip of shirts.
 I know it hurts to see a nigga doin' his thang, you
 shoulda' maintained the road to fame, now you get
 a X by your name.

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 3rd Verse:
 Now, what makes you think that you can play some
 real playa's play, nights on the phone with your girl
 truth or dare? (Truth). You was gobblin' up a gang
 of shit on the down low, mister phisticated top rated
 gettin' headphones. Now it's on and I lay back
 watch'em jock, go up and down the block,
 (where the homies?) on the spot servin' berry, cuz
 Mary ever get you like high, why try when I, brutalize
 our spys. Now lately I been hangin', just thinkin' bout'
 my knot, should my hammer just go pop on them
 suckas that don't stop. Yakkin' at the mouth
 buckmouth jaw jackin', I'm seein' through the makeup
 undercover hood flatten. I'm after, the dollas and
 the cents you gon need to realize the drama that the
 twinz bring indeed. Proceed to make you jump,
 got a whole of spunk, mama didn't raise no punk gettin'
 all up in funk. (what?)

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