Look Into My Eyes

[Verse 1: Suave]
Every fuckin' day I had to deal with niggas actin' hard
Scopin', hopin', prayin' that them bitches 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
Niggas just like you, bitch-ass boy, hurt straight on my mind
Is these niggas 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 shit slide 'cause you did that shit just like a ho
Is it 'cause I'm fucked in the game that you think a nigga soft?
Horned toad, test my nuts, 7-4 gon' break you off
Better 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
Fuck you, boy, how in the fuck can you fuck with a 7-4 Hoover Crip?
When I dip, look into my eyes, it's the windows to my soul
Fucked up by shit you've been told that's as real this shit here goes

[Verse 2: OW7LAW]
Come and take a deep look into my eyes, nigga, what you see?
Six maniacs inside of me, showin' no mercy, nigga, no love
Nigga, no love for me enemy, see
Me ragin' with killer lunatic villains, ready to split yo' wig
Player haters fuck with me pimpin', you catchin' six doses of devil shit
Well, better spread your knees, speak a prayer out to your holy maker
Just call me the murderer, gravedigger, call me the undertaker
Thug nigga from the down South with the fuckin' mind of a schizophrenic
I'm a doped-up demon [?], when we hittin' that white, bitch
Nigga, when we steppin' to the dark side of Funky Town, caught in wizzo wonderland
Where the nigga [?] better plan on playin' safe, or I blast that four-five Glock, cocked
Masque Mane, creepin', steppin' off into the South always in slizzow-motion, bitch
You busters who'll cross us get ready for the Glock cocked pop-job
Creep up at a sucker nigga's door for the win
Hollow point devils they entering into they domes
Stang a nigga out for the bodycount, bodybag, ambulance, white chalk, casket, johnes
Be a victim of Outlaw, nigga, no remorse 'bout it, 'bout it, 'cause I'm livin' to die
Fuck a chrystal ball, nigga, want a nigga's future?
Look in six split eyes

[Interlude: M.C. Mack]
Yeah, yeah, y'all know what time it is
Player Yo finna kick this shit
So, I want you busters motherfucker 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 killers on the scene, bitch, and we don't play
Bumpin' Syko Soundz in my head, dwellin' on that funk
Shaun, boy, he got some anna', lock that bitch 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
Niggas 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, bitch
Any nigga with some anna', Mac gon' split your fuckin' 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', bitch

[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 shit, 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 bitch 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 shit
Rollin' blunts, still get blunt, takin' a hit from that shit
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 mask
Acapulco Gold, spanish leaves, sticky indo
Got me sailin' like a kite through the onion-breeze blowin'
I'm fucked up, cloud nine bound, I'm so fuckin' high
Fulla that weed, fulla that fry, bitch, 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 bitch, Devilshit in this ho
You what know I'm talkin' 'bout
Yeah, y'all tricks look into my eyes, and bitch, all you see is anna'
You know I'm sayin'
M.C. Mack in this ho, I got all my niggas in this bitch (Yeah, Playa Yo up in this bitch, ho)
Got my nigga Lil' Man up in this junt, you know I'm sayin'
Got my nigga Outlaw in this bitch (All we see is anna')
Lil' Blink, Lil' Corb, Suave
Shit, the Prophet Posse, you know I'm sayin'
Juicy J, DJ Paul, yeah, you know I'm sayin' (Bitch)
All my niggas finna kick this shit like this (Player hatin'-ass bitch)
Yeah, for you hoes, you know I'm sayin'
Yeah, Playa Yo up in this motherfucker, bitch
You know what I'm sayin'
I wanna say, to that sissy-ass [?] boy
You got me fucked up, ho, all you sissy-ass bitches out there
You know I'm sayin', bitch (Ahh, back up off me)
I'm tellin' you, these bitches got the game fucked up (Yes, sir)
Yeah, lookin' at my ho, you know I'm sayin' (North Memphis, bitch)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, y'all know what time it is (Glenview Bound on you funky-ass hoes)
Big P-Yo up out this motherfucker, bitch
I'm tellin' you, yeah, yeah, you know I'm sayin' (Bitch)
Yeah, yeah, what up, Big Tony, Lil' Larry, Meech, know I'm sayin'
Shit, what up my nigga, my nigga Lil' Rico, all my niggas around
Raleigh, Frayser, you know I'm sayin'
Yeah, all my niggas on that dope, you know I'm sayin' (That funk got me crunk, bitch)
Yeah, yeah, you know I'm sayin' (Sissy-ass boy)
We in this junt, kickin' all this shit for these motherfuckers (My niggas ridin' on eithers back, bitch)
I'm tellin' you, these funky hoes, these hoes got the game fucked up
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Yeah, these bitches, mane (Player hatin-ass niggas, mane)
Yeah (Player hatin-ass niggas, mane), you know I'm sayin'
Mane, these bitches got the game fucked up (Bitch smilin' in your face, stab a nigga in the back, bitch)
Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'
These player hatin-ass niggas can't get none
M.C. Mack in this junt, yeah (Pass that motherfuckin' blow, motherfucker) you know I'm sayin'
I'm tellin' you, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout
(Pass that blow, nigga)
Bitch (Yeah)
And we out this junt, ho (Bitch)
Ninety-six to the ninety-seven, we gon' run this shit, bitch
(Now we out)