(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
