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letra de look into my eyes - m.c. mack

[verse 1: suave]
every f-ckin’ day i had to deal with n-ggas actin’ hard
scopin’, hopin’, prayin’ that them b-tches try to pull my card
if they pulled my card, then the suave gon’ have to hate you, fool
7-4 is on that blow, i’m known for buckin’ rooty-poot
n-ggas just like you, b-tch-ass boy, hurt straight on my mind
is these n-ggas be traitin’ up in these streets, tryin’ to scheme on mine
if they cross their line then they know they gotta pay they price
wanna gamble with your life? go in ‘head, and roll the dice
see you try to test my p infront of me, i just can’t go
i won’t let that sh-t slide ’cause you did that sh-t just like a ho
is it ’cause i’m f-cked in the gamе that you think a n-gga soft?
h-rned toad, test my nuts, 7-4 gon’ break you off
bеtter yet you break me off some proper when i jack you, son
hoover branded on my arm, shoot more guns than desert storm
never know, ho, will you slide? i’m gon’ catch you when you slip
f-ck you, boy, how in the f-ck can you f-ck with a 7-4 hoover crip?
when i dip, look into my eyes, it’s the windows to my soul
f-cked up by sh-t you’ve been told that’s as real this sh-t here go

[verse 2: ow7law]
come and take a deep look into my eyes, n-gga, what you see?
six maniacs inside of me, showin’ no mercy, n-gga, no love
n-gga, no love for me enemy, see
me ragin’ with k!ller lunatic villains, ready to split yo’ wig
player haters f-ck with me pimpin’, you catchin’ six doses of devil sh-t
well, better spread your knees, speak a prayer out to your holy maker
just call me the murderer, gravedigger, call me the undertaker
thug n-gga from the down south with the f-ckin’ mind of a schizophrenic
i’m a doped-up demon [?], when we hittin’ that white, b-tch
n-gga, when we steppin’ to the dark side of funky town, caught in wizzo wonderland
where the n-gga [?] better plan on playin’ safe, or i blast that four-five glock, c-cked
masque mane, creepin’, steppin’ off into the south always in slizzow-motion, b-tch
you busters who’ll cross us; get ready for the glock c-cked pop-job
creep up at a sucker n-gga’s door for the win
hollow point devils they entering into they domes
stang a n-gga out for the bodycount, bodybag, ambulance, white chalk, casket, johnes
be a victim of outlaw, n-gga, no remorse ’bout it, ’bout it, ’cause i’m livin’ to die
f-ck a chrystal ball, n-gga, want a n-gga’s future? look in six split eyes
[interlude: mac yo]
yeah, yeah, y’all know what time it is
player yo finna kick this sh-t
so, i want you busters motherf-cker look into my eyes
you know what i’m sayin’

[verse 3: mac yo]
look into my eyes as i blast, aimin’ at your face
north memphis k!llers on the scene, b-tch, and we don’t play
bumpin’ syko soundz in my head, dwellin’ on that funk
shaun, boy, he got some anna’, lock that b-tch off in the trunk
body’s stangin’ on my mind, m-a-s-k on my face
quickly take your dope and cheese, then i leave without a trace
n-ggas smilin’ in my face, quick to stab me in my back
ain’t no friends, no such thing, i just rather tote my gat
i gotta touch ’em, i gotta touch ’em, he on the floor
lay you down on the ground, or else your ass would have to go
lookin’ wild, pretty boy smile, p-yo ’bout it, ’bout it, b-tch
any n-gga with some anna’; mac gon’ split your f-ckin’ wig
player haters watch your back, look out for that glizzock, trick
turn around, you too late, now you stankin’ from a ditch
bring it to the door, playa yo, you don’t hear me, though
outtie for the ‘9-6, lil’ yo and i’m blowin’, b-tch

[verse 5: lil’ man]
look into my eyes, now tell me what you see?
it’s little man up in this ho, with anna’ dwellin’ in me
i take a hit off the light-green sh-t, i’m movin’ that pump on my play
i’m ridin’ with mack, we bumpin’ them tracks that other tricks can’t relate
and for you b-tch i left and stitched, my game is on when i play
’cause dropped all cheese infront of my knees, and comin’ clean
i just might
[verse 5: lil blink]
b-l-i-n-k, it’s the indo smokin’ juvenille
when i hit the eight, dog, it’s time to get buckwild
kickin’ it with the inner circle, they got me smokin’ that chronic sh-t
rollin’ blunts, still get blunt, takin’ a hit from that sh-t
i’m fiendin’ a boomin contact comin’ from that fat mack junt
buck shots from the red hair shotgun, hit me with a proper blast
got my eyes lookin’ sagged, bloodshot red from hittin’ that weed, mane
acapulco gold, spanish leaves, sticky indo
got me sailin’ like a kite through the onion-breeze blowin’
i’m f-cked up, cloud nine bound, i’m so f-ckin’ high
fulla that weed, fulla that fry, b-tch, look into my eyes

[outro: m.c. mack & mac yo]
ah, yeah, y’all know what time it is, yeah
m.c. mack in this b-tch, devilsh-t in this ho
you what know i’m talkin’ ’bout
yeah, y’all tricks look into my eyes, and b-tch, all you see is anna’
you know i’m sayin’
m.c. mack in this ho, i got all my n-ggas in this b-tch (yeah, playa yo up in this b-tch, ho)
got my n-gga lil’ man up in this junt, you know i’m sayin’
got my n-gga outlaw in this b-tch (all we see is anna’)
lil’ blink, lil’ corb, suave
sh-t, the prophet posse, you know i’m sayin’
juicy j, dj paul, yeah, you know i’m sayin’ (b-tch)
all my n-ggas finna kick this sh-t like this (player hatin’-ass b-tch)
yeah, for you hoes, you know i’m sayin’
yeah, playa yo up in this motherf-cker, b-tch
you know what i’m sayin’
i wanna say, to that sissy-ass [?] boy
you got me f-cked up, ho, all you sissy-ass b-tches out there
you know i’m sayin’, b-tch (ahh, back up off me)
i’m tellin’ you, these b-tches got the game f-cked up (yes, sir)
yeah, lookin’ at my ho, you know i’m sayin’ (north memphis, b-tch)
yeah, yeah, yeah, y’all know what time it is (glenview bound on you funky-ass hoes)
big p-yo up out this motherf-cker, b-tch
i’m tellin’ you, yeah, yeah, you know i’m sayin’ (b-tch)
yeah, yeah, what up, big tony, lil’ larry, meech, know i’m sayin’
sh-t, what up my n-gga, my n-gga lil’ rico, all my n-ggas around
raleigh, frayser, you know i’m sayin’
yeah, all my n-ggas on that dope, you know i’m sayin’ (that funk got me crunk, b-tch)
yeah, yeah, you know i’m sayin’ (sissy-ass boy)
we in this junt, kickin’ all this sh-t for these motherf-ckers (my n-ggas ridin’ on eithers back, b-tch)
i’m tellin’ you, these funky hoes, these hoes got the game f-cked up
you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout?
yeah, these b-tches, mane (player hatin-ass n-ggas, mane)
yeah (player hatin-ass n-ggas, mane), you know i’m sayin’
mane, these b-tches got the game f-cked up (b-tch smilin’ in your face, stab a n-gga in the back, b-tch)
yeah, you know what i’m sayin’
these player hatin-ass n-ggas can’t get none
m.c. mack in this junt, yeah (pass that motherf-ckin’ blow, motherf-cker) you know i’m sayin’
i’m tellin’ you, you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout
(pass that blow, n-gga)
b-tch (yeah)
and we out this junt, ho (b-tch)
ninety-six to the ninety-seven, we gon’ run this sh-t, b-tch
(now we out)

- m c mack

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