Eyes Closed Lyrics - F.b.i. - Dayton Family

Shoestring: 

Shoestring's on the comeback, bust you bitches up off my threads 

Motherfucking feds raid my shit I put that head to bed 

Been running from the law, been rocking war from my hideaway 

Fuck them bitches, hittin them switches perfin as I ride away 

Be quick for pulling your piece and slip like grease and there's a deadly 

War 

The bitches they call me shoestring, the niggas they call me skeletor 

Walkin up to your doorstep, creepin up from the back bitch, the killer of 

Your dope deal 

The killer that left that package and that body in the driveway 

Murdered them on a friday 

Scooped up the yea, the pay and headed back for the highway 

Put the coke on the floor, hand over the dough 

My hat is cocaine white and the feds think it's blow 

So they pullin me over ? ? ? honkies checkin my suitcase 

Somebody want to wet me up 

The feds are tryin to set me up 

Reachin for my pistol grip, I'll pop it til I drop these hoes 

Try to stop the click, we'll beat your shit and leave this bitch with your 

Eyes closed 

Froze, I'm creepin up on you with that fuckin missle 

30 oz six shotgun shells, all he heard was fuckin whistles 

Fuckin up your tissue, pack your pistol and riot pumps 

This motherfucker thumps, so none of my enemies jump 

So motherfuck your cookie crew the avenue be rollin through 

Its all about the money bitch, what the fuck you wanna do 

Niggas wanna grab they balls, show they teeth like they jaws 

You niggas have more periods than the motherfuckin pussy walls 

So what the fuck you talkin bout, rappin ain't no thang to me 

You buster ass bitches ain't really what you claim to be 

We can throw them thangs, play the same and I'm gone bust your nose 

Try to stop the click, we'll beat your shit and leave this bitch with your 

Eyes 

Closed. 

Bootleg: 

Consolidated, suckers assassinated subliminal criminology 

Actually rippin for salary it's no formality 

To be a tragedy, body rip for raggedy, dogmatically 

Financially money's the mission 

Motive the means, bodies for fishin 

Intuition got me trapped like quadafi erasin your posse for a hobby 

Dead bodies in lobbies dealin with the veteran 

In your head like excederin, better than medicine 

Curing viruses hard as caluses 

Head wounds by 30 inch, givin paralysis, track record like dallas 

Competition is missing, being stragled from angles 

In position by magicians like mathematicians 

I'm stackin digits and figures on petty niggas 

Lemon squeezing mc's with platinum triggers 

I'm deadly like storms in arizona 

I make my living on corners, by turning niggas into organ doners, fuck 

Diplomas 

Haven't you ever heard of a killa, we can go eye to eye 

Cause with your eyes closed is how you die 

Say goodbye to the bad guy, am I my brother's keeper 

Reefa makes me creaper, hoe put him in a sleeper 

So watch yourself, watch your step for these bullets ? ? ? ? 

But couldn't creep away from it's death 

One of my niggas died, it was his time murder ain't jokin 

Flashes and blashes reading him dead with his eyes open 

Since we ain't no dummy, takin the aim and bust him 

Now the nigga was trusted, the friendship than rusted, but fuck it 

I rather be behind guns than in front of bullets 

Bullseye all in my face by a nigga who ain't scared to pull it 

So he's drinkin 40's pullin ? ? ? ? wishes 

Open fire on snitches killin all the death wishes 

Get the picture, I never shot a man when he was runnin 

Pistol barrell in his face so he see all the bullets comin 

Cash in chronic ? ? ? / 

Informer drug holder 

Bitches in love, niggas catch slugs between they shoulders 

Green shit that I'm foldin make niggas think that will hold them 

But they don't wanna jack trigger with mr. empty the clip 

I flip on the scripture like I'm apostle 

But stick to the script, cause this is real nigga gospel 

Until my mission's accomplished, I'm gone be hostile with a bottle 

Didn't have no role model, so I live like fuck tomorrow 

The path that I chose was to roll with my og's 

Killers and creepers who never sleep or dose 

Fuck with us be leaving with your eyes closed 

Its mandatory I'm wishin to catch a nigga like a transmission 

Straight up slippin with his eyes closed 

And in my hood ain't no sightseeing 

Fuck with us, who knows where you might be in 

Only police will be lookin after the hearse roll 

And ain't no catchin a crook, so you'll be leaving with your eyes closed 

Watch your back, I'm creepin from the blind side 

Another nigga dead, another fuckin homicide 

211 187 better call for back-up 

I'm a get to flyin heads, once I load my mac up 

Crackheads crack up, bitch niggas back down 

We ain't scared of shit on the north side of flip town 

Dayton avenue is where I'm from to be exact 

It's all about survival, tryin to get some more crack, right back 

Before you catch a barrel to your dome g 

If you with somebody else, than you and all your homies 

Come one come all nigga ain't no hoe up in my gang 

Got no time for lames and I'm a stay the same 

I'm criminally insane, givin pain is what I do 

Catchin you in plain view, makin sure your ass through 

Money and the power, bitches in the door 

Grippin on a nickle plated 44 

And you'll be leaving with your eyes closed