Eyes Closed Lyrics

Eyes Closed lyrics

Shoestring:
Shoestring's on the comeback bust you bitches up off my
threads
Motherfucking feds raid my shit I put that head to bed
Been
running from the law been rocking war from my hideaway
Fuck them bitches
hittin them switches perfin as I ride away
Be quick for pulling your piece
and slip like grease and there's a
deadly
war
The bitches they call me
Shoestring the niggas they call me Skeletor
Walkin up to your doorstep,
creepin up from the back bitch, the killer
of
your dope deal
The
killer that left that package and that body in the driveway
Murdered them on
a Friday
Scooped up the yea, the pay and headed back for the highway
Put
the coke on the floor, hand over the dough
My hat is cocaine white and the
feds think its blow
So they pullin me over ??? honkies checkin my
suitcase
Somebody want to wet me up
The feds are tryin to set me
up
Reachin for my pistol grip, I'll pop it til I drop these hoes
Try to
stop the click, we'll beat your shit and leave this bitch with
your
eyes
closed
Froze, I'm creepin up on you with that fuckin missle
30 oz six
shotgun shells, all he heard was fuckin whistles
Fuckin up your tissue, pack
your pistol and riot pumps
This motherfucker thumps, so none of my enemies
jump
So motherfuck your cookie crew the Avenue be rollin through
Its all
about the money bitch, what the fuck you wanna do
Niggas wanna grab they
balls, show they teeth like they jaws
You niggas have more periods than the
motherfuckin pussy walls
So what the fuck you talkin bout, rappin ain't no
thang to me
You buster ass bitches ain't really what you claim to be
We
can throw them thangs, play the same and i'm gone bust your nose
Try to stop
the click, we'll beat your shit and leave this bitch
with
your
eyes
closed.
Bootleg:
Consolidated, suckers
assassinated subliminal criminology
Actually rippin for salary its no
formality
To be a tragedy, body rip for raggedy, dogmatically
Financially
money's the mission
Motive the means, bodies for fishin
Intuition got me
trapped like Quadafi erasin your posse for a hobby
Dead bodies in lobbies
dealin with the veteran
In your head like Excederin, better than
medicine
Curing viruses hard as caluses
Head wounds by 30 inch, givin
paralysis, track record like Dallas
Competition is missing, being stragled
from angles
In position by magicians like mathematicians
I'm stackin
digits and figures on petty niggas
Lemon squeezing mc's with platinum
triggers
I'm deadly like storms in Arizona
I make my living on corners,
by turning niggas into organ doners, fuck
diplomas
Haven't you ever heard
of a killa, we can go eye to eye
Cause with your eyes closed is how you
die
Say goodbye to the bad guy, am i my brother's keeper
Reefa makes me
creaper, hoe put him in a sleeper
So watch yourself, watch your step for
these bullets ????
But couldn't creep away from its death
One of my
niggas died, it was his time murder ain't jokin
Flashes and blashes reading
him dead with his eyes open
Since we ain't no dummy, takin the aim and bust
him
Now the nigga was trusted, the friendship than rusted, but fuck it
I
rather be behind guns than in front of bullets
Bullseye all in my face by a
nigga who ain't scared to pull it
So he's drinkin 40's pullin ????
wishes
Open fire on snitches killin all the death wishes
Get the picture,
I never shot a man when he was runnin
Pistol barrell in his face so he see
all the bullets comin
Cash in chronic ???/
Informer drug
holder
Bitches in love, niggas catch slugs between they shoulders
Green
shit that I'm foldin make niggas think that will hold them
But they don't
wanna jack trigger with mr. empty the clip
I flip on the scripture like I'm
Apostle
But stick to the script, cause this is real nigga gospel
Until my
mission's accomplished, I'm gone be hostile with a bottle
Didn't have no role
model, so i live like fuck tomorrow
The path that I chose was to roll with my
OG's
Killers and creepers who never sleep or dose
Fuck with us be leaving
with your eyes closed
Its mandatory I'm wishin to catch a nigga like a
transmission
Straight up slippin with his eyes closed
And in my hood
ain't no sightseeing
Fuck with us, who knows where you might be in
Only
police will be lookin after the hearse roll
And ain't no catchin a crook, so
you'll be leaving with your eyes
closed
Watch your back, I'm creepin from
the blind side
Another nigga dead, another fuckin homicide
211 187 better
call for back-up
I'm a get to flyin heads, once i load my Mac
up
Crackheads crack up, bitch niggas back down
We ain't scared of shit on
the north side of flip town
Dayton Avenue is where I'm from to be
exact
It's all about survival, tryin to get some more crack, right
back
Before you catch a barrel to your dome G
If you with somebody else,
than you and all your homies
Come one come all nigga ain't no hoe up in my
gang
Got no time for lames and I'm a stay the same
I'm criminally insane,
givin pain is what I do
Catchin you in plain view, makin sure your ass
through
Money and the power, bitches in the door
Grippin on a nickle
plated 44
And you'll be leaving with your eyes closed