(I got my eyes on you!) You got your eyes on me

Get, hit with the thing, try to ride on me

(Said I got my eyes on you!) You got your eyes on me

Get hit with the thing, try to ride on me

(I got my eyes on you!) You got your eyes on me

Get, hit with the thing, tryin to ride on me

(Said I got my eyes on you!) You got your eyes on me

Get, hit with the thing and try to ride on me





I can't be humble - e'rybody bougie and industry

But me, I'm in the concrete jungle

Where rap about your cash'll get your mouth bloodied up

Run in your house, real late, you and your wife buddied up

I can't afford to rap about no cars with no 24's

Shorties on my block is real, hard with they 44's

I know some teenagers, that'll strip you like a female

Take your jewels off, when you get your car detailed

Sell it half price, like they got it on retail

Put you on the ocean floor, right by the seashells

They all got the look, like they'd ride on you

Take it easy young boys I got my eyes on you





I got my eyes on you!

And I'm posted on the corner with that thing on my side

Said I got my eyes on you!

It's a message to them stick-up kids, don't even try

Used to be a bad lil' shady nigga just like you

And I pop that ass one by one, plus two

Got my eyes on you!

Along with my whole squad ready to ride, yeah





Where I come from, you don't get caught slippin

You don't get caught trippin

Cause if you fall down then it's "Off with him"

Another one off in the wood box

Man'll get revenge cause that's how the hood rock

Mighta been different if, he had a good pops

The war go, on every day but it should stop (should stop)

And them killers gettin younger and younger

I guess it's the hunger, so they cockin back and takin you under

And shorty got his eyes on me, I got my eyes on him

I know the look so I'm a ride on him

I'm a catch his ass slippin then slide on in

It's a pool full of sharks, boy dive on in









You know I keep the thing on the corner

Them shorties on the block is real wild, you make a move you a goner

Moms gon' be a mourner, family gon' be pissed

You should know how it is, you raised on the G strip

Grams to the bricks, O's to the pound

And the strap and the clip is for, holdin it down

Get a hole in your shirt, or your hat knocked off

Cause them shorties got gats and they thirsty to pop off

The nights is short, the days is long

I blame the crack-head parents that raised them wrong

My dutchie is long, my haze is strong

I keep my eyes on you, it's the Ghost and 'Kon









(I got my eyes on you!) You got your eyes on me

Get, hit with the thing, try to ride on me

(Said I got my eyes on you!) You got your eyes on me

Get hit with the thing, try to ride on me

You got your eyes on me

Get, hit with the thing, tryin to ride on me

(Got my eyes on you!) You got your eyes on me

Get, hit with the thing and try to ride on me





I got my eyes on you