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Mathematics f Eyes Low - Juscantluv

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[Intro: Eyes Low]
Yeah, Eyes Low, my man Pazz up in here
Mad Man Rem, I`mma lay it down, you know how we is
Arch Nemy, heh, I`m holdin` this for the night, feel me
Huh, let `em know, hit `em

[Eyes Low]
I`m ain`t livin` in the past, I`m livin` the present
Like a ribbon on a present, when deliverin` this smash
Count figures on my stash, weapon on my waist
Cool expression on my face, brown liquor in my glass
Stop scheemin` like you want it, `for I give you what ask
Cuz no one sweep us down, to put a nephew in his place
I`mma red you in the space, stick him in the trash
Just a victim of a crash, when I left him in a race
Now let`s get back to the cash, ruinin` careers
And as long as you don`t know me, I`ve been doin` this for years
So bump homo herbs, with lo-lo words, we strapped
Minolo birds on dodo birds, we packed
That fo-fo bird, that don`t throw curves, relaxin`
Coco herbs, my row go swerve, reaction
Now I`m back and I`m ready for war
Ride out, time to settle the score

[Interlude: Eyes Low]
Bring it on, ya`ll, hah
Yeah, it`s where ya`ll count me, yeah, feel me
Eyes Low, I`m in the bing now
Back then, get down, lay down, whatever
We clappin` niggaz off, we backin` niggaz off
Feel me, man, my man Mathematics, he in there with me
We all here together, type Southside, 32nd, for life, man
Feel me, dog, I`m doing it, Queens, Jamaica, baby
You know what I`m reppin`

[Eyes Low]
Aiyo, ya`ll rap muthafuckas better label me a problem
Cuz once I get stable on a label it`s a problem
The name`s Eyes Low, I`m a lyrical God
Drop knowledge, like I`m ghostwritin` lyrics for God
The time`s up, prepare for a pain in the ass
LB Fam, Killa Queens, got this game in a smash
That smoke queen, sold crack, never made it to class
Stole whips, faded and crashed, got paper in stash
Everybody wanna know if me and Vegas`ll last
You say what you clash, haters hate, stay in the grass
Faggot niggaz takin` raw dick, straight in the ass
While I`m stackin`, sippin` on Jack`s, straight in the glass
My mom`s raised me, like fuck guns, you better without it
Til I got my first pistol, now I`m never without it
Made the hood seem I`m real, so I`ve never been doubted
All ya`ll trash rappin` homo niggaz, never been bout it
The chain`s surrounded, lookin` for a vet til he found it
I`m the reason why your chain going, and let you sip fountain
I`ve never ammounted to shit, ounces and flips
Reloadin` the clip, cuz on the strip, get cheddar and countin`
I`m an addict, used to live, and live to use
With a milli that ya`ll play, I never lived to use it
Been a winner since my gone day, ya`ll live to lose it
Against the odd, my mob play against the rules, nigga

[Outro: Eyes Low]
Tryin` to let ya`ll know how we do, man
Feel me baby, feel my world, I`m bringin` my world to you, man
Alcoholics, buddha heads, real niggaz
Hoes, prostitute, we all in it together for one rule
We tryin` to get this paper, baby, feel my energy, God
Zone off my energy, zone off me
Eyes Low, you know how it be
The God Mathematics, man, layin` this down
2002, 2003, we takin` it there, one

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