my eyes

Bizzy:
Yeah. Supervision.

If you look into my eyes. 

If you look into my eyes 

Tell me what you see

If you look into my eyes,

 tell me what you see:

See, they don understand me.

 Ive been through him, and him, and him, and then
come at m again. 

I know niggas that in the pen, 

and figgas for you and them.
Evil creepin on my people.

 Chances are slim. 

Be married to the music. 

Boom! Hit the stage,

 ready to die for it, 

cry for it. Cut the games.

 Many tried for it,
lied for it,

 get a catchy chorus and fly for it.

 Take orbit, 

let gravity be your fortress tonight. 

Elevate your brain, 

hold your heart and just sing, 

cause
gracefully we age through all the pain.

 Sentiments in rain. 

Evidence of it
heavenly fangs distained for my explanation I'm Cain. 

The fame was the sum of our money, changed

 and a murder, murder shame, 

with a pistol 

and a pissed-off

bang! 

Well, then let me finish 

with thug love. 

Im out to hit tha club

 with the bud and the track,

 in the mud. 

Keep the gun, it my first love.

Tell me what you see, 

you see ... 

If you look into my eyes.......

Supervision:
I making love to my music, my music. My music makes me high.
(Bizzy: Tell me what you see, you see ... If you look into my eyes.)

I making love to my music,

 like my music my lady. 

Sippin on Brandi,
intoxicated. 

Humm into __. 

And i chillin with Krayzie, 

and we high off that Thai. 

My reason why, like R. Kelly, I believe I can fly. 

And plus, around me I
can see, my vision clouded.

 Premeditate m or bust, and please label me 'out
it, 'out it. 

As I collect my thoughts, 

take me a breath. 

God bless my homie
[______], 

he took one in the chest. 

And yes, but he still here to rap a
song, 

just another day. 

While ya bullshhhhh,

 crack the top on that Alize! 

Cause
we don play in this land of the loc, 

where brothers,

 they smoke trees up with dust, and see, they bleed. 

Then they plead. 

Cuase i on top, 

straight ballin
Makin love to my woman,

 but my music steady callin

 and never stallin 

But it comes to me, you should please let me have prophecy, yes, I make love to my

music.

 I makinlove ...

Krayzie:
I love music.

 Any kind of music, as long as it pumpin

to keep me thuggin 

self in check. 

Maintain the mentality

 I got 

to keep my composure, 

and music the perfect potion. 

When i coastin 

roll a blunt up, roll m up. 

Put some of them jams on. 

And, nigga, we zonein so put on some old school, 

homie, let hit the dance floor. 

Music really makes me happy. 

When i stressin mental hot, I put on some instrumentals. 

Stop, I think about what I done been through.

 I put it to paper, then put it to wax, and kick some facts, sit back and relax, 

now everything is all right.

 If it wasn for this music, 

i'd be dead, 

fuck a jail,
cause a nigga aint never goin back to that hell. 

Feel me. 

Kill me. 

And if it wasnt for the man upstairs blessing me with talent,

 like the average thug nigga, 

would I vanish? 

But this platinum got us niggas established. 

Got us living lavish. 

Apply yourself, 

survival tactics, nigga, 

and yall can have it.

Even though it stress and strain in the game, one thing I cant do is ...

Is
stop the music.

Supervision:
I making love to my music, my music. My music makes me high.
(Bizzy: Tell me what you see, you see ... If you look into my eyes.)

Layzie:
Nigga, it don't stop, and it won't stop ause i just can't quit. This game be
runninthrough my veins with nothinbut platinum hits. And nigga it don't stop,
ause it won't stop, ause it just don't quit. This game be runninthrough my
veins with nothinbut platinum shit. Nigga I gotsta have it. It like automatic
rounds when I put this down. Constantly fuckin up instrumentals, you remember
that thuggish ruggish sound. You can feel the love goin through the speakers,

creepin livinlife on the deep end. Better believe you won catch me sleepin
put up a beat and I heat, dismiss the flames. Nigga, cut the games, me and my
music we sleep and eat together. We hop in the Benz, get off in the winds, and
we run the streets together. And we on a mission to stick up the industry full
throttle. Mo Thugs, mo money the motto, so, nigga, the slugs that I bring come
hollow. Nigga we can do this in the song, or nigga we can do this in person.
Whatever you do when you cross the gunline boss, little Lay'll be puttinhis
work in. ause me and my music, nigga, we don't take that shit. Nigga, put the
pen to the pad, get mad and I break that bitch. Nigga, it's just the thug in
me, mixed up with the indo and the OlE. When I drop this thugsta poetry, I
make all y'all know who the fuck I be, niggas!

Supervision:

I making love to my music, my music. My music makes me high.
(Bizzy: Tell me what you see, you see ... If you look into my eyes.)