Dayton Family - Eyes Closed lyrics

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

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 digit's 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