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[Intro: Eyes Low] Yeah, Eyes Low, my man Pazz up in here Mad Man Rem, I'mma lay it down, you know how we is Arch Nemy, heh, I'm holdin' this for the night, feel me Huh, let 'em know, hit 'em [Eyes Low] I'm ain't livin' in the past, I'm livin' the present Like a ribbon on a present, when deliverin' this smash Count figures on my stash, weapon on my waist Cool expression on my face, brown liquor in my glass Stop scheemin' like you want it, 'for I give you what ask Cuz no one sweep us down, to put a nephew in his place I'mma red you in the space, stick him in the trash Just a victim of a crash, when I left him in a race Now let's get back to the cash, ruinin' careers And as long as you don't know me, I've been doin' this for years So bump homo herbs, with lo-lo words, we strapped Minolo birds on dodo birds, we packed That fo-fo bird, that don't throw curves, relaxin' Coco herbs, my row go swerve, reaction Now I'm back and I'm ready for war Ride out, time to settle the score [Interlude: Eyes Low] Bring it on, ya'll, hah Yeah, it's where ya'll count me, yeah, feel me Eyes Low, I'm in the bing now Back then, get down, lay down, whatever We clappin' niggas off, we backin' niggas off Feel me, man, my man Mathematics, he in there with me We all here together, type Southside, 32nd, for life, man Feel me, dog, I'm doing it, Queens, Jamaica, baby You know what I'm reppin' [Eyes Low] Aiyo, ya'll rap muthafuckas better label me a problem Cuz once I get stable on a label it's a problem The name's Eyes Low, I'm a lyrical God Drop knowledge, like I'm ghostwritin' lyrics for God The time's up, prepare for a pain in the ass LB Fam, Killa Queens, got this game in a smash That smoke queen, sold crack, never made it to class Stole whips, faded and crashed, got paper in stash Everybody wanna know if me and Vegas'll last You say what you clash, haters hate, stay in the grass Faggot niggas takin' raw dick, straight in the ass While I'm stackin', sippin' on Jack's, straight in the glass My mom's raised me, like fuck guns, you better without it Til I got my first pistol, now I'm never without it Made the hood seem I'm real, so I've never been doubted All ya'll trash rappin' homo niggas, never been bout it The chain's surrounded, lookin' for a vet til he found it I'm the reason why your chain going, and let you sip fountain I've never ammounted to shit, ounces and flips Reloadin' the clip, cuz on the strip, get cheddar and countin' I'm an addict, used to live, and live to use With a milli that ya'll play, I never lived to use it Been a winner since my gone day, ya'll live to lose it Against the odd, my mob play against the rules, nigga [Outro: Eyes Low] Tryin' to let ya'll know how we do, man Feel me baby, feel my world, I'm bringin' my world to you, man Alcoholics, buddha heads, real niggas Hoes, prostitute, we all in it together for one rule We tryin' to get this paper, baby, feel my energy, God Zone off my energy, zone off me Eyes Low, you know how it be The God Mathematics, man, layin' this down 2002, 2003, we takin' it there, one