Swish Da God, 2Pac - Till my eyes roll lyrics
[Swish Da God, 2Pac - Till my eyes roll lyrics]
All these niggas do is hang on corners
Eyes hang low, giving out Quarters
On corners, be selling the grass
Ass is grass, life up for grabs
All these bitches do is talk
And put down another
So dumb, he convinced you put down the rubber
Police chase your baby dad, "we got a runner"
He gon’ dread that shit there, like a Rasta
How you selling cocaine
But sniffing the yayo
Don’t play with that shit
Or you have to lay low
Be having you move like teo and Ayo
Fun to play with not to eat, No play doh
Still running these streets
Fuck is the pay roll?
Niggas move like Perez, move the Pedro
The money man?, not mafia peso
They clear it fast, clean the place tho
Till’ I past
Till’ my death
Till’ my eyes roll back
Till’ im dead
I want this to stick on you
They got children, they strip on you
That’s why parents are strict on you
Toast to living, I’ll sip on too
All these rappers lying and shit
Never was a trappers, lying and shit
Should become actors, lying and shit
They look up to you, buying your shit
Half a mill’, sabotage, Camouflage props
Proof, no biggie, who Got pac?
You was X, now you Stretch, Who got la Rocked
Bad News, Big L, Charizma got shot
And just to name, their gone fast
Somebody killed fresh, but didn’t confess
People who are great, got stabbed in the back
Off my chest, best of the best, never last
Till’ I past
Till’ my death
Till’ my eyes roll back
Till’ im dead
Eyes hang low, giving out Quarters
On corners, be selling the grass
Ass is grass, life up for grabs
All these bitches do is talk
And put down another
So dumb, he convinced you put down the rubber
Police chase your baby dad, "we got a runner"
He gon’ dread that shit there, like a Rasta
How you selling cocaine
But sniffing the yayo
Don’t play with that shit
Or you have to lay low
Be having you move like teo and Ayo
Fun to play with not to eat, No play doh
Still running these streets
Fuck is the pay roll?
Niggas move like Perez, move the Pedro
The money man?, not mafia peso
They clear it fast, clean the place tho
Till’ I past
Till’ my death
Till’ my eyes roll back
Till’ im dead
I want this to stick on you
They got children, they strip on you
That’s why parents are strict on you
Toast to living, I’ll sip on too
All these rappers lying and shit
Never was a trappers, lying and shit
Should become actors, lying and shit
They look up to you, buying your shit
Half a mill’, sabotage, Camouflage props
Proof, no biggie, who Got pac?
You was X, now you Stretch, Who got la Rocked
Bad News, Big L, Charizma got shot
And just to name, their gone fast
Somebody killed fresh, but didn’t confess
People who are great, got stabbed in the back
Off my chest, best of the best, never last
Till’ I past
Till’ my death
Till’ my eyes roll back
Till’ im dead