Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Look In Your Eyes, artist - Young Gunz. Album song Tough Luv, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.02.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: A Def Jam Recordings Release;
Song language: English
Look In Your Eyes |
And let you know I got potential |
Don’t know me from the can of paint, know what I meant to Know when you see Gunna, you see hunger |
I’ve been signed for the last three summers, and still broke, bitch |
But I stay with two chicks, I can nail |
Either fifth, stay with two clips like Pharrell |
Capture money, though, ever since a kid, I can sell |
When the house was Run’s house, I was a kid rockin’shells |
To let you know I’m on what I say I am Ask them niggaz dog, I don’t play with them |
Tax them niggaz dog, they be payin’me or I be layin’them |
Cause in the game, dog, fuck a flagrant foul |
And motherfucker say that I run wild |
I give a fuck, in this whatever, I ain’t blaze in a while |
So bring it on niggaz, on niggaz, tell me what it’s gonna be They said it was something, they ain’t know what I was gonna be It’s just the look in ya eyes 4X |
He act like a ho, I’m airin’him, give hoes cicerrians |
Uh-oh, they daring him, lo-lows, I’m starin’him |
Po-po's, in fear of him, those o’s preparin''em |
My jewelry look like a straight up frozen aquarium |
Frozen aquarius, Outkast Aquemini |
Leave with a gemini, Kelina’s the only friend of mine |
Well I’m lyin’the steamer’s a good friend of mine |
He knew in every arena, nina’s are genuine |
Bitches like Ginuwine, I had intent to grind |
Feds whose watching, switch it up from ten to nine |
Switch, I ain’t pickin’locks, I got a bigger poc |
Ock, number hoes sold right inside the chicken spot |
Stolen cables, still got the chip in box |
Still got the clip in glocks, feel like we chicken pox |
When I pop up on you, leave your chicken rocked |
Five extra clips, you really picked your box |
It’s just the look in ya eyes 5X |
To let you know I’m cuttin’off friends in order |
To fuck mine, you gotta suck me off first |
And I’m suppose to kill 'em, when y’all got y’all dirt dirt |
Somebody better get 'em, 'fore somebody come and kill 'em |
For that skrilla fool, til somebody die and come and feel them jewels |
Up with hollows, send them to the spittle tubes |
Up they nostrils, put 'em up in critical |
That’s if we ain’t finish you, better not remember who |
Did this to, witness in two |
Gotta go, shotty blow, business is due |
Got a plan on, gettin this money, moving my crew |
All real niggaz is snakes, I see through |
All throughbreds to fake, I read through |
They lines, between they eyes and they belt |
It’s the spray that they fell |
Them niggaz foul, what you think this is? |
Big conciousness on your nonsense, since nine nine |
It’s just the look in ya eyes 5X |