| Everyone is looking at you
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| Everyday I’m looking at you
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| You can’t see me but I’m looking at you
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| Everyday I’m looking at you
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| (Tell me what’cha see)
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| I see you when ya hating and ya scheming okay
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| I see what’chu be thinking when ya dreaming all day
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| Wishing you can penetrate my matrix hell no
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| I tie em up and let em watch me count my mail slow
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| Whoo! |
| Ya never see me no money no deal
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| Murdering rappers in the streets like road kill
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| Had a dream I was killing you it was so real
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| I heat em up in two minutes like oatmeal
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| Half-robot half-alien mammal
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| Snakin up the hustle the huts soft a camel
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| Talkin to animals on my CD panel
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| Slap your 2 dought from a 3D channel
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| Get em up with two lines and need the whole place shook
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| How the hell you goin bang on Facebook?
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| Check the message it’ll promise it will send shots
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| I left 25 shocks in ya inbox
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| Running in for my money the cellular sun hit me
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| Even tho it couldn’t be back in one jiffy
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| Sell em with his homies with regular come and get me
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| But didn’t know I carry the Louie a bomb with me
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| Plus if I can read you’ll probably never get it out of me
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| I don’t need Twitter don’t make it the world follow me
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| Gotta see a dollar cause I’m allergy to poverty
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| When I see a nigga I try to hit it like the lottery
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| Slow down I need a breather (whoo)
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| I’m a G he’s the diva
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| You say that K ain’t moving platinum eulogie you ain’t either
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| Everytime I hear you rhyme I feel like I’m in Toyland
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| You not hard you need to give up rap and join a boy band
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| You need all sorts of meds
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| Challenge in lost his bread
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| Stay commercial I stay underground like an ostrich’s head
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| Everyone is looking at you
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| Everyday I’m looking at you
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| You can’t see me but I’m looking at you
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| Everyday I’m looking at you
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| (Tell me what’cha see)
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| I see you when ya hating and ya scheming okay
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| I see what’chu be thinking when ya dreaming all day
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| Wishing you can penetrate my matrix hell no
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| I tie em up and let em watch me count my mail slow
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| Let me show you how the whole thing happened
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| Thirteen songs back you removed the plastic wrap from the album prepared to
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| hear me rapping
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| You let the songs play all the way checked out each one you loved em
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| Even rewind the certain lines to check the devious of em
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| You brought your copy from the store I hope you like it G
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| And I remember you you brought yours off the streets from me
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| It was a new yeah you been down for years support constituent
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| You order yours for me online that’s real man thanks for listening
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| But something’s wrong I feel some tingling in my spidey senses
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| Some of y’all done listen to these under false pretentious
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| I don’t see my album cover, I don’t understand
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| I see a burned CD with my name written off by hand
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| Now what’s the deal man you ain’t pay for that you shouldn’t had it
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| Don’t act surprised or try to lie fool I’m looking right at it
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| You stole my music then the kind of moves I can’t condome
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| And you right there don’t burn this for your partna tell him buy his own
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| Everyone is looking at you
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| Everyday I’m looking at you
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| You can’t see me but I’m looking at you
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| Everyday I’m looking at you
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| (Tell me what’cha see)
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| I see you when ya hating and ya scheming okay
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| I see what’chu be thinking when ya dreaming all day
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| Wishing you can penetrate my matrix hell no
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| I tie em up and let em watch me count my mail slow
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| Ain’t nobody live as me (live as me)
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| I run up and invade you like privacy (privacy)
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| Mess with me at two fifty nine and see (wassup)
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| I guarantee that you won’t be alive at three
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| I’m in your phone line stopping your connection
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| I’ll be in the mirror right behind your reflection (that's me)
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| When you start to panic I’ll evaporate and vanish
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| But not before the permanent psychological damage
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| My third eye pictures the infinite forecast
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| I see right through your body as if it was made of glass
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| I see you when I’m sleeping in the dark in a blindfold
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| And you don’t see this invisible weapon that I hold
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| Come on |