Littles - All Eyes on Me lyrics

[Intro] Now if you gonna' be in this game and from the looks of things It looks like you been made your mind up about that You got to realize that this is a loosing game Drugdealers don't have pentions they don't end up with retyring funds And they don't end up with big house on the hill They end up dead or wishing that they were [Littles] Yo my pops packed up and left I turned out to be a thug n***a Momma's telling me boy you just like him You're a gangsta I'm a gangsta too the sh** we friends Coming in the crip eyes low f**ing with that hydro Grandma telling me I'm smoking on dope My attitude is changing motherf**ers I'm living dangerous A straight A student cutting school I'm getting money now Junior high I pulled up in that AC-Coop Back then was like a six hundred drop I got weed, c**aine in the form of rocks and the Glock, I'm balling f** with my money man shots burst of n***a you falling Everybody rap talk what they never did Ninetyfive raw sixtyone seventy I'm afraid of Bryan run and check the rap sheets Raides, carjaggings atempt for police The boy don't clap heat I used to ask now I demand respect Without a deal 30.000 sold moved out the projects Ask around in New York who's f**ing with me (All eyes on me) [Chrorus] I'm next in line motherf**er (Until the day I rest) Queensbridge is mine n***a (I gotta sleep with a vest) I go show theese motherf**ers how to do this (I'm rich I do not stress) I don't stress n***a, stress (All eyes on me) That hammer burst man (Until the day I rest) I got my own I'm try to pull out (I gotta sleep with a vest) I got my own I'm try to pull out (I'm rich I do not stress) Ask around (All eyes on me) [Littles] Yo money, guns and women introduced me to the fast life I could have been a doctor, lawyer or judge Instead I hugged the streets like searching for love Momma's friends don't like me so they label me a thug Now I'm getting money all the neighbours wanna show me love I'm hated by many and hugged by more I'm here to crack the gates and bring the streets to the doors A thug n***a who represents criminals and drug dealers [Chorus] I'm next in line motherf**er (Until the day I rest) Queensbridge is mine n***a (I gotta sleep with a vest) I go show theese motherf**ers how to do this (I'm rich I do not stress) I don't stress n***a, stress (All eyes on me) That hammer burst man (Until the day I rest) I got my own I'm try to pull out (I gotta sleep with a vest) I got my own I'm try to pull out (I'm rich I do not stress) Ask around (All eyes on me) [Littles] Yo You getting money I'm getting money we can merge in force I'm hungry old money shots are rain through doors When I was young grib the gun sick of waiting on santa claus Shots popped and we be co*ked every hammer toss Ain'y nothing funny about the grins on my side Every day a hurse pa**es somebody else dies Another momma crys jelousy is blind Retaliation is a muscle of the sunlights Ain't no stopping at them stopsigns In another G's hood for real you can jack and k** Yap for your shine n***a smack with guns Left for dead before the cops come hours at the shots run No traces when them picks come Put my first gun from tripping ty maxx Fiend and the pop something Home after five years shot three times whats next I sleep sh** f**ed with a gun in a vest [Kovon] I'm the realest motherf**er that you'll ever see A real motherf**er is all I can be Any street any coast I'm still a G (All eyes on me) I'm the realest motherf**er that you'll ever see A real motherf**er is all I can be Any street any coast I'm still a G (All eyes on me)