Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Look into My Eyes, artist - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony. Album song The Art of War: World War 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.07.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Ruthless
Song language: English
Look into My Eyes |
We thuggish ruggish niggas always, always |
And ready to bring the war up your way, if you hate |
We thuggish ruggish niggas always, always |
And ready to bring the war up your way, if you hate |
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me |
Would you look into my eyes? |
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me |
Could you tell me what you see? |
Comin' through the door with my militia, why do they bring big niggas? |
Fuck y’all, with a gang of bodyguards |
My niggas is stone cold killas, peelas |
Steppin' out the limos the bitch soldiers maintain |
Givin' my babies all of my money, but my diamonds steady be shinin' |
My gang, you know me. |
Homies got mo' love |
And I’m blessed, when I’m outta my sentence |
Pump my fist to Mo Thug, gotta keep the Lord up over my shoulders |
Jesus sent me his roll or loco, sober, load a revolver, hold up |
Now, buck 'em all to Hell, cause I’m showin' 'em |
And I seen that the bulletholes was too much, no luck |
Ya get blowed up, all of you niggas goes out |
The surgeons say that your body can not be sewed up |
Hold up, and wait a minute |
It’s time for Bone Thugs, 'cause y’all think that you can really hate, nigga |
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me |
Would you look into my eyes? |
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me |
Could you tell me what you see? |
What makes a nigga think he can bite my shit and call his shit original? |
What’s worse, tellin' people you made the style we put down three fuckin' |
Years ago |
And that’s just like a nigga wanna take all the credit |
I bet it didn’t even occur that we would eventually meet with ya, kid |
Don’t crash, collide, lock up with the enemy |
And I don’t wanna say a nigga’s name and all that |
But a y’all fin to get stomped, let 'em loose |
And they heard the news, ya run up, ya could get dead, oh |
Uh-huh, hey, we murder muthafuckas in a deadly way — |
Fully automatic when we let 'em lay |
«Aw shit! |
Get down, Leatherface.» |
Fuck 'em all, if I can’t get my respect |
Come on, now, put them to rest |
What a bloody, bloody mess, but nevertheless, we won’t stress |
I figured this platinum got you actin' like you got to be me |
It’s all in your mind, but in time, you’ll find we as real as we speak |
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me |
Would you look into my eyes? |
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me |
Could you tell me what you see? |
All I see is this soldier, pistol in holster, givin' you the most |
I toast to them thugs |
Nigga, nothin' but the love of bud that we brought to the table |
And a nigga wanna test, catch slugs, put 'em in the mud |
Harmony smooth with the thug shit, mo murda to the fools that clone |
Five niggas loc’d out with the roughness, nigga |
And it’s war when you craft these Bones we can get it on |
And I’m referrin' to all of y’all bitches |
Y’all know who y’all are when y’all tried that |
Rollin' with the E since '93, shuttin' |
Shit down in the industry, nigga, can you bite that? |
I know y’all niggas wanna roll with pros, and make friend of foes |
But we chosen — God done blessed us with His potion |
Pure devotion, freely spoken, baby |
Niggas can’t see us never, stay together, my clique too clever |
Ridin' through the days of the stormy weather |
Remember: eternal, it means for everlastin' |
#1 Assassin blastin', bashin' on all you niggas’s what I’m doin' |
All of the heavens gonna be rulin' trues, when He come |
We won’t be losin', provin' 'em wrong |
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me |
Would you look into my eyes? |
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me |
Could you tell me what you see? |
I see five killer realer niggas ready to roll wherever I go |
True to pull the trigger, smother a nigga, put 'em in a river |
We the killers, and that’s for sure |
Niggas out there clownin' mine, you can’t rhyme, the style you got is all mine |
And when I see you, bitch, I’m goin' in your pockets double-time |
And it’s like that, you don’t want that |
Come and get some pap, pap. |
Wanna sound like? |
Wanna be like? |
Nigga, we can’t have that |
Why a nigga wanna bite the Bone shit? |
Platinum raps |
Nigga bet that bitin' shit ain’t doin' nothin', tryin' to make somethin' |
Outta nothin' |
Fuck it, let’s peel caps, buck 'em all down |
Put 'em in check, fuck 'em up with the 44 mag, I’m glad |
Cause when you’re fuckin' with Bone, we sendin' 'em home in a body bag |
Now, look into my eyes, bet you see a realer killer thug puttin' it down with |
Harmony, harmony |
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me |
Would you look into my eyes? |
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me |
Could you tell me what you see? |
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me |
Would you look into my eyes? |
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me |
Could you tell me what you see? |
Bone Thugs, Bone Thugs, Bone Thugs… |