Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Eyes Up, artist - Slum Village. Album song Fantastic 2020, Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.12.2019
Record label: Ne'Astra
Song language: English
Eyes Up |
Fake niggas, talkin shit about me and my click |
What to do, what to do, what to do? |
Keep ya eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes up |
Where you at, where you at, where you at |
C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon |
Keep ya eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes up |
Baatin (Jay Dee) |
T3, keep yourself, respect Allah |
Jay Dee, don’t do no parties for free no lie (aight) |
Baatin levatatin up in the sky |
SV, got they eyes on the prize well uh |
SV, got they eyes on the prize well uh |
SV, SV huh, uh |
(Baatin) |
One on one, havin some fun, in my master suite |
Two is better than one, lets make it a master piece |
You love it when my crew say we from the D |
You love it when my crew say we work for apathy |
I hate it when these motherfuckers player hate me |
Motor-bot, the executioner of wack emcees |
Motorbot makin sure niggas is casualties |
Juggernaut, you can say my crew will never be soft |
SV, we the type of crew that never fall off |
Eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes up |
Where you at, where you at, where you at |
C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon |
Eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes up |
Baatin (JayDee) |
Jay Dee, don’t do no parties for free no lie (aight) |
Jay Dee, don’t do no parties for free no lie (aight) |
Jay Dee, don’t do no parties for free no lie (I said aight) |
Where you at, where you at, where you at |
C’on, c’on |
Jay Dee (eminem's voice from a Dj cut) |
Say, (h-, huh) |
My jam knocks, we knockin motherfuckers out they damn socks |
Remastered it’s the S of the Pad Lock |
Been makin money, I been had a fat knot |
Been loopin up the shit to make ya head nod |
You say (wh-, what) my jam knocks |
You can hear me coming off the damn blocks |
Since a kid I ain’t never played wit damn blocks |
And I was never ever known to cock block |
Like jealous niggas that must wanna get socked |
Them niggas make me wanna cop a damn Glock |
You say, say, say (huh) my jam knocks |
These ladies know, Jay, can make the bed rock |
Be hittin like Bam Bam, in Bed Rock |
Compare the S to gators (navigators) we them big blocks |
We stir fry mutherfuckers like a damn wop |
Rock and rule niggas like my man Mop |
So when my band rocks, watch the bands flop |
You say (h-huh) my jam knocks |
You can say the S is the soul shock |
The soul shot known to make 'em shell shocked |
When devinous cats used to pop locks |
I steal, when I used to pop locks |
The S twist shit up like a dred lock |
You say (h-huh) my jam knocks |
You say (w-what) my jam knocks |
So keep ya |
Eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes up |
Where you at, where you at, where you at |
C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon |
Eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes up |
Baatin (T3) |
T3, keep yourself, respect Allah (aight) |
T3, keep yourself, respect Allah (aight) |
T3, keep yourself, respect Allah (aight) |
It’s like again y’all |
Uh huh, uh huh, one, two |
It’s like again y’all |
Uh huh, uh huh, one, two |
It’s like makin money’s critical |
Rhyme written, lyrical |
Some emcees will never know |
What we keep on giving and |
Makin music beautiful, and we keep delivering |
Y’all niggas to the fall |
And I ain’t forgivin it, I should do some ill sh, like, like |
Break your ligaments, then you would be feelin shit |
Known to be doing shit, and if you do some shit |
Know who you fuckin wit |
Never fuck around with the click |
Don’t fuck around wit the click |
You might get ya melon split |
Uh huh, again y’all, uh huh, one, two |
It’s like uh huh, again y’all, uh huh, one, two, it’s like |