Keep Your Eyes Open

O.F.T.B.

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    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 nigga, for we definitely have sinned

    Chorus:

    Keep your eyes on your money and the cops, nigga
    If you ever, figure, to be a bigger nigga
    Gots ta keep your eyes on your money and the cops, nigga
    If you ever, figure, to keep livin, nigga

    Verse 1:

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    It's time for you to feel the real born ridahs
    Lowdown, Bustop and Flipside shotters
    Down for Johnny Clown cos they ass out-of-bounds
    Hit em up and lay em down
    Cos the shit 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 gangbangers do them drive-by slaughters
    Off the lick and weed, cocaine mixed with speed
    Quick to pull a trigger, break ya down to your knees
    Motherfuckers kill for anything where I come from
    Sayin "Fuck 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, nigga
    If you ever, figure, to be a bigger nigga
    Gots ta keep your eyes on your money and the cops, nigga
    If you ever, figure, to keep livin, nigga

    Verse 2:

    This ain't the life I chose, to be a hoss
    Stressed out, and stranded on Death Row
    But sooner or later, I knew it fall in our face
    and we don't give a fuck about you niggas cos y'all hate us
    You're haters, like the Gators, we ain't bustin our heads
    Puttin it down on this grass, yellin "Fuck 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, fuck 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 niggas try to do me
    Too many niggas 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 killers
    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 shit 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 motherfuckers I ain't jokin
    Are niggas down for beef? For when it's time for war
    I'll be kickin down your motherfuckin front door

    Chorus (x4)

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