Eyes of Suicide

Going through a thang But I gotta snapback Give it all to God It's the pistol, put the crack back Stayin' on my job dealin' with haters with a jab step Dealin' with this mob, police watchin', studio phone tapped You best believe that I could see you from a mile away Thought that my girl was down sleepin' with the enemy The streets are dangerous I could be dead any day That's why I'm ridin' with my dawg smokin' plenty hay Loced out, pistol grip in the trunk, stunt blunt Got me doing some stupid shit Monkey bitches make me click Loced out, pistol grip in the trunk, stunt blunt Got me doing some stupid shit Monkey bitches make me click I want you to think about what could happen Think about what happen And think about what can still happen Boy, I got the uzi uzi Boy, I got the uzi tool Boy, I got the uzi tool Boy, I got the Boy, I got the Boy, I got the uzi uzi Boy, I got the uzi tool Boy, I got the uzi tool Boy, I got the Boy, I got the