Eyes Low - C What I C lyrics

[Intro: Eyeslow] Tell 'em what you see, Slugz [T-Slugz] I see fellas shootin' cracks, near the stoupe Old man sellin' fruit, out the trunk of his hoop Old lady singin' the blues, young mother stop Watch as a baby boy tie his shoes White cops on the corner, with fire in they eyes Can't wait to see a black man die, family cries Girls jumpin' double dutch, shorty's playin' hopskotch Grown folks get drunk, O.G.'s sellin' pot Mr. Softy's outside on days when it get hot Crowd circle around victims, every time they get shot Young g's, playin' skelly, waxin' they tops Teenage dudes run around with cracks in they socks Twin building born and raised, fat a** with good grades Sleep in the back of the staircase blazed Drinkin' Olde E. in the fifth grade, cuts until you know me On the rooftop, where I bust my first pistoly Skelly for money was the sh**, packin' bags in the back store Trynna get rich off tips Used to play baseball cards, 7/11, American eagle Wresting, for them cardboard belts Through the end, god rest the dead Tell the jokes in the lobby, slapboxing was the young g's hobby Hear guns pop, everybody run and pick a spot to watch Come back when the body drop, and see who got shot D's blitz, we vacate the block The last man's, usually the first man to get got Eleven o'clock curfew, out to late, answer to moms Not pops, pops live with his moms Word is bond was the new slang, then they came up with 'da bomb' Who would of known it would define this charm That are totin' right now, to reminisce this song To put your feet in the boots, of a new born don, it's on [Interlude: Eyeslow] Uh -- yo, let me tell you what I see [Eyeslow] I see the brain dead 'caine heads Dope addicts with 'matics that'll body something Just to get a dame fed, dealers trynna raise bread For new rides, could end up in jail stuck With no bail money, inside, for real money, it's live I live where they snatch cables, and turn Corner bodegas, until crack tables Ex-gangstas, rich money, through rap labels I'm watchin' as the world collapse fatal I'm seeing, for dependants on the tax return For one single long stress, though the cash concern Billy stable from the cash he earned But her baby daddy, see his four kids as his last concern Dog -- I see the scam, behind the scam, pause in Iraq for terrorism What's the plan behind the plan, f** the President It's time to ask the man behind the man My n***as pay dues in advance, I remember my first day of school As I sit back still, think about my Pre-K days with Miss MacNeel Linin' up in size order, acid wash jeans Arcade Mario, before the Macintosh screens That was back in our scene, dope cotoroids Yellow Pat Ewing kicks, match the old coloroids Bills have me so annoyed, first love dumped in sixth grade She had a thing for the older boys, I remember my first high Puffin' the L, using three different colognes to cover the smell Conversatin' with my mom dukes, blunted as hell She seen through my red eyes, I was under the spell Ain't nothing like the good ol' days, like the first gun I clutch First nut I bust, caught her at the double dutch Pre-school, summer lunch, milk was stale Yo, my first sale landed me my first time in jail As a youth, sh** was real [T-Slugz] Feel what I feel, see what I see Put yourselves in my shoes, take a walk with me Where the thugs clack pistols, off police Side arms, scorch n***as to the fourth degree O.G.'s doing sh**, they get a '85 Back then where hustlin' was like a cup of tea How you want the Glock pumped in that 43 Workin' your mail box, no building key No scat to the thing, get your enemies This the new millennium, get on your j.o.b If you see what I see, be where I be Degrees, that it's living like refugees And the hood's get boring, only thing to do is smoke trees And walk through the revolving door Every day the same thing, only thing different is that You might take another route to the stores See a thug on the floor, holding his jaw For fights, the cat, who bustin' gats southpaw Top of his dome looking like coleslaw They left him in the park, under the sliding board DT's walking around and they asking questions Never get no answers, we know our lessons Baby moms stressin', cause I come home late She don't understand that I got moves to make Trynna get us out this hood, ma, I change your fate Cause I don't wanna fall victim to my own mistakes Been to too many funerals, too many wakes I cried, my last cry, trynna clean my slate Still watchin' all the snakes, and the playas who hate Violate and get ate, like a piece of cake Take a walk where the hustlas lay, on the grind all day Hooded DT's, a block away Cause the kid's gotta eat, and it's bills to pay Grown men beggin' family for a place to say Now these teenage girls livin' life as a pie Cry inside, cause outside they livin' alive Take a walk where the gangstas die, now the candles act sh** lit up like the fourth of july Every week it's a new obituary in the lobby And the memory of somebody who got bodied n***as rollin' dice in front of the building And serving the fiends dreams, in front of the children Hood life is the only life we know Unless this rap sh** pop where we all could blow, whoa