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Intro: (*interpolation from "Pulp Fiction") The path of the righteous man is besect on all sides by the inequities of The selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed, who in the name of the Charity and goodwill, shepherds the weak thru the Valley of Darkness, for He is truly His brother's keeper. And I will strike down upon thee with Great vengeance and FURIOUS anger, those who attempt to poison and destroy My brother. And you will know my name is the lord when I strike my Vengeance upon thee [Makaveli] Let us pray my n***a, for we definitely have sinned Chorus: Keep your eyes on your money and the cops, n***a If you ever, figure, to be a bigger n***a Gots ta keep your eyes on your money and the cops, n***a If you ever, figure, to keep livin, n***a Verse 1: It's time for you to feel the real born ridahs Lowdown, Bustop and Flipside shotters Down for Johnny Clown cos they a** out-of-bounds Hit em up and lay em down Cos the sh** y'all be doin, we done already done The war y'all tryin ta win, we done already won We ain't on the same place or the same foot ]From jackin to rappin, it's Steve Mack and the crooks ]From the eastside of Wotts, West Coast of the border Where the real g**ners do them drive-by slaughters Off the lick and weed, c**aine mixed with speed Quick to pull a trigger, break ya down to your knees Motherf**ers k** for anything where I come from Sayin "f** tha police!" on them one-on-one's For me, I'm not a follower, I'm a leader I got this tailor-made, Paul bait Peter Chorus: (x2) Gots ta keep your eyes on your money and the cops, n***a If you ever, figure, to be a bigger n***a Gots ta keep your eyes on your money and the cops, n***a If you ever, figure, to keep livin, n***a Verse 2: This ain't the life I chose, to be a hoss Stressed out, and stranded on d**h Row But sooner or later, I knew it fall in our face And we don't give a f** about you n***as cos y'all hate us You're haters, like the Gators, we ain't bustin our heads Puttin it down on this gra**, yellin "f** the Feds!" Cos they don't wanna see us, they were nada (What you doin Flip?) Flipside checkin the hood, and our black girl's are hotter My grammar, is slender, rehearsed it, like Santa's Smokin Havana's, like Tony Montana In 1998, the world is ours As ghetto stars, *?every matches and raches is cars?* An eye for an eye, f** with me and you will die It's '97, say hi to my one eye Brace AK when you see the D-K-K Or the T-T-P, we're off the way ???? Chorus (x2) Verse 3: Under this black trenchcoat, I keep a fully for you bullies I'm comin for you first before you n***as try to do me Too many n***as died, loaded not, focussed high Reachin for a piece of that pie in the sky ]From the best to the worst, don't get caught up in drama The Grim Reaper revives and leave a message with your momma Revenge is set, I'm double back into the k**ers You know who they was, when hesitate to pull the trigger Your whole part is fraud, they tied you up with your kids Flashbacks on life and all the sh** that'cha did Take nothin for granted, you're on this planet to win What goes around, comes around again and again Cos nowadays, you gots ta keep ya eyes open I bet this thang show you motherf**ers I ain't jokin Are n***as down for beef? For when it's time for war I'll be kickin down your motherf**in front door Chorus (x4)

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