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Look Thru My Eyes
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DMX
DMX
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Damon Blackmon
Damon Blackmon
Songwriter
Anthony Fields
Anthony Fields
Songwriter
Earl Simmons
Earl Simmons
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
P.K.
P.K.
Producer
Dame Grease
Dame Grease
Co-Producer
Prince Charles
Prince Charles
Mixing Engineer
Rich Keller
Rich Keller
Mixing Engineer
Darrin Dean
Darrin Dean
Executive Producer
Irv Gotti
Irv Gotti
Executive Producer
Joaquin Dean
Joaquin Dean
Executive Producer

Lyrics

Ain't right, I seen your eyes all fucked up Judge not, less you be judged first My nigga, my nigga Look through my eyes, see what I see Do as I do, be what I be Walk with my shoes and hurt your feet Then know why I do dirt in the street Burnin' in hell, but don't deserve to be Got niggas I don't even know that wanna murder me Just because they've heard of me, and they know that the Dark is for real The bark is for real, when you see that spark, it'll kill Peep how I park it and chill, take it over there, walk wit' it From Y.O. to Cali to Baltimore back to New York wit' it Come through flyin', up 1-2-9 Up the School Street 'cause I come through mine Bark at my dogs, "Get at me, nigga!" Get at me, nigga What the deal is? Never forget what real is Them cats that used to say, "X is the best," know he still is Can't help but feel this, puttin' goosebumps on your arms Take you there if you want but I lose chunks with the bomb It's the calm before the storm Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde and it's gettin' warm, feel me, yo Look through my eyes, see what I see Do as I do, be what I be Walk in my shoes and hurt your feet Then know why I do dirt in the street (yes!) Look through my eyes, see what I see Do as I do, be what I be Walk in my shoes and hurt your feet Then know why I do dirt in the street I can understand why y'all niggas is scared of me And why the big dogs never wanted to play fair with me 'Cause I leave blood wherever I go, wherever I flow Wherever I blow, niggas who know I can go, feel me, yo What is it about the Dark that gets niggas where they about to spark, about to bark? Take it to the heart 'cause it's real like that Give him chills, but do I make him feel like that? Shit is real, what you don't know is gon' get ya With the steel, what you don't know is gon' split ya I can blaze tracks, make niggas play racks and raise stacks "Payback's a bitch," didn't you used to say that? Play around in dirt, you'll get mud 'Cause you know, I can either spread love or shed blood And bloodshed turns the mud red and real sticky Or I can hit you from roof, make it a quickie, for real Look through my eyes, see what I see Do as I do, be what I be Walk in my shoes and hurt your feet Then know why I do dirt in the street (yes!) Look through my eyes, see what I see Do as I do, be what I be Walk in my shoes and hurt your feet Then know why I do dirt in the street I bear my soul, niggas wouldn't dare, my role Gives a nigga a heart of gold, but with a hole Lost all control, my shoulders hold a lot of weight Just like first time sold an eighth, then told it's not an eighth But then it's out of state, and it's too late for changes to be made That's what I get for fuckin' with strangers in the shade This is it, y'all niggas got to give me a plate For the same reason that fate chose to give me the weight Take away hate, now I'm supposed to love the one that cursed me The one that wouldn't give me a cup of water when I was thirsty It was always him versus me, but now I gotta teach him Personal feelin's put aside, 'cause now I gotta reach him What I'd like to do is turn my head, like I don't know him But it seems like I've been called on to show him, so I'ma show him And if you never met me, then you've no right to judge me I've got a good heart but this heart can get ugly, yes Look through my eyes, see what I see Do as I do, be what I be Walk in my shoes and hurt your feet Then know why I do dirt in the street (yes!) Look through my eyes, see what I see Do as I do, be what I be Walk in my shoes and hurt your feet Then know why I do dirt in the street Feel the pain, feel the joy, of a man who was never a boy For real
Writer(s): Earl Simmons, Damon J. Blackman, Anthony Fields Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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