Eyes Up Lyrics - Fantastic, Vol. 2 - Slum Village

Fake niggas, talkin' shit about me and my click 

What to do, what to do, what to do? 

Keep ya eyes up 

Where you at, where you at, where you at 

Come on, come on, come on, come on 

Keep ya eyes up 

T3, keep yourself, respect Allah 

Jay Dee, don't do no parties for free no lie (aight) 

Baatin levatatin up in the sky 

SV, got they eyes on the prize well uh 

SV, got they eyes on the prize well uh 

SV, SV huh, uh 

One on one, havin' some fun, in my master suite 

Two is better than one, lets make it a master piece 

You love it when my crew say we from the D 

You love it when my crew say we work for apathy 

I hate it when these motherfuckers player hate me 

Motor-bot, the executioner of wack emcees 

Motorbot makin sure niggas is casualties 

Juggernaut, you can say my crew will never be soft 

SV, we the type of crew that never fall off 

Eyes up 

Where you at, where you at, where you at 

Come on, come on, come on, come on 

Eyes up 

Jay Dee, don't do no parties for free no lie (aight) 

Jay Dee, don't do no parties for free no lie (aight) 

Jay Dee, don't do no parties for free no lie (I said aight) 

Where you at, where you at, where you at 

Come on, come on 

Say, (huh) 

My jam knocks, we knockin motherfuckers out they damn socks 

Remastered it's the S of the Pad Lock 

Been makin money, I been had a fat knot 

Been loopin up the shit to make ya head nod 

You say (what) my jam knocks 

You can hear me coming off the damn blocks 

Since a kid I ain't never played wit damn blocks 

And I was never ever known to cock block 

Like jealous niggas that must wanna get socked 

Them niggas make me wanna cop a damn Glock 

You say, say, say (huh) my jam knocks 

These ladies know, Jay, can make the bed rock 

Be hittin like Bam Bam, in Bed Rock 

Compare the S to gators we them big blocks 

We stir fry mutherfuckers like a damn wop 

Rock and rule niggas like my man Mop 

So when my band rocks, watch the bands flop 

You say (h-huh) my jam knocks 

You can say the S is the soul shock 

The soul shot known to make 'em shell shocked 

When devinous cats used to pop locks 

I steal, when I used to pop locks 

The S twist shit up like a dred lock 

You say (h-huh) my jam knocks 

You say (w-what) my jam knocks 

So keep ya 

Eyes up 

Where you at, where you at, where you at 

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon 

Eyes up 

T3, keep yourself, respect Allah (aight) 

It's like again y'all 

Uh huh, uh huh, one, two 

It's like again y'all 

Uh huh, uh huh, one, two 

It's like makin money's critical 

Rhyme written, lyrical 

Some emcees will never know 

What we keep on giving and 

Makin music beautiful, and we keep delivering 

Y'all niggas to the fall 

And I ain't forgivin it, I should do some ill sh, like, like 

Break your ligaments, then you would be feelin shit 

Known to be doing shit, and if you do some shit 

Know who you fuckin wit 

Never fuck around with the click 

Don't fuck around wit the click 

You might get ya melon split 

Uh huh, again y'all, uh huh, one, two 

It's like uh huh, again y'all, uh huh, one, two, it's like 

Eyes up 

Where you at, where you at, where you at 

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon 

Eyes up