Текст песни Dayton Family - Eyes Closed
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Shoestring:Shoestring`s on the comeback, bust you bitches up off my threadsMotherfucking feds raid my shit I put that head to bedBeen running from the law, been rocking war from my hideawayFuck them bitches, hittin them switches perfin as I ride awayBe quick for pulling your piece and slip like grease and there`s a deadlywarThe bitches they call me Shoestring, the niggas they call me SkeletorWalkin up to your doorstep, creepin up from the back bitch, the killer ofyour dope dealThe killer that left that package and that body in the drivewayMurdered them on a FridayScooped up the yea, the pay and headed back for the highwayPut the coke on the floor, hand over the doughMy hat is cocaine white and the feds think its blowSo they pullin me over ??? honkies checkin my suitcaseSomebody want to wet me upThe feds are tryin to set me upReachin for my pistol grip, I`ll pop it til I drop these hoesTry to stop the click, we`ll beat your shit and leave this bitch with youreyes closedFroze, I`m creepin up on you with that fuckin missle30 oz six shotgun shells, all he heard was fuckin whistlesFuckin up your tissue, pack your pistol and riot pumpsThis motherfucker thumps, so none of my enemies jumpSo motherfuck your cookie crew the Avenue be rollin throughIts all about the money bitch, what the fuck you wanna doNiggas wanna grab they balls, show they teeth like they jawsYou niggas have more periods than the motherfuckin pussy wallsSo what the fuck you talkin bout, rappin ain`t no thang to meYou buster ass bitches ain`t really what you claim to beWe can throw them thangs, play the same and i`m gone bust your noseTry to stop the click, we`ll beat your shit and leave this bitch with youreyesclosed.Bootleg:Consolidated, suckers assassinated subliminal criminologyActually rippin for salary its no formalityTo be a tragedy, body rip for raggedy, dogmaticallyFinancially money`s the missionMotive the means, bodies for fishinIntuition got me trapped like Quadafi erasin your posse for a hobbyDead bodies in lobbies dealin with the veteranIn your head like Excederin, better than medicineCuring viruses hard as calusesHead wounds by 30 inch, givin paralysis, track record like DallasCompetition is missing, being stragled from anglesIn position by magicians like mathematiciansI`m stackin digits and figures on petty niggasLemon squeezing mc`s with platinum triggersI`m deadly like storms in ArizonaI make my living on corners, by turning niggas into organ doners, fuckdiplomasHaven`t you ever heard of a killa, we can go eye to eyeCause with your eyes closed is how you dieSay goodbye to the bad guy, am i my brother`s keeperReefa makes me creaper, hoe put him in a sleeperSo watch yourself, watch your step for these bullets ????But couldn`t creep away from its deathOne of my niggas died, it was his time murder ain`t jokinFlashes and blashes reading him dead with his eyes openSince we ain`t no dummy, takin the aim and bust himNow the nigga was trusted, the friendship than rusted, but fuck itI rather be behind guns than in front of bulletsBullseye all in my face by a nigga who ain`t scared to pull itSo he`s drinkin 40`s pullin ???? wishesOpen fire on snitches killin all the death wishesGet the picture, I never shot a man when he was runninPistol barrell in his face so he see all the bullets cominCash in chronic ???/Informer drug holderBitches in love, niggas catch slugs between they shouldersGreen shit that I`m foldin make niggas think that will hold themBut they don`t wanna jack trigger with mr. empty the clipI flip on the scripture like I`m ApostleBut stick to the script, cause this is real nigga gospelUntil my mission`s accomplished, I`m gone be hostile with a bottleDidn`t have no role model, so i live like fuck tomorrowThe path that I chose was to roll with my OG`sKillers and creepers who never sleep or doseFuck with us be leaving with your eyes closedIts mandatory I`m wishin to catch a nigga like a transmissionStraight up slippin with his eyes closedAnd in my hood ain`t no sightseeingFuck with us, who knows where you might be inOnly police will be lookin after the hearse rollAnd ain`t no catchin a crook, so you`ll be leaving with your eyes closedWatch your back, I`m creepin from the blind sideAnother nigga dead, another fuckin homicide211 187 better call for back-upI`m a get to flyin heads, once i load my Mac upCrackheads crack up, bitch niggas back downWe ain`t scared of shit on the north side of flip townDayton Avenue is where I`m from to be exactIt`s all about survival, tryin to get some more crack, right backBefore you catch a barrel to your dome GIf you with somebody else, than you and all your homiesCome one come all nigga ain`t no hoe up in my gangGot no time for lames and I`m a stay the sameI`m criminally insane, givin pain is what I doCatchin you in plain view, makin sure your ass throughMoney and the power, bitches in the doorGrippin on a nickle plated 44 And you`ll be leaving with your eyes closed