The Diplomats - Open Your Eyez lyrics
[The Diplomats - Open Your Eyez lyrics]
Open your eyes, there are only
Murderers in this room, this the life
We chose the life we lead
And theres only one garantee
Non of us will see heaven 40 cal verse one
They call me 40 cal see
Niggas try to conceal me
In the court of law
If you touch me your guilty
Now your finger prints filthy
Your guilty your charged
This is grown man shit
For the realest of squads
See my hood is a jungle, the block is a zoo
Im down da block from 40 wolves
And da tigers and drew
Cops bring gorilla warefare wit snipers
On roofs, rifles to shoot
Knifes in dey boot oh yeah it's real homie
And ill show you how dirty yo boy work
Ill make his blood splatter
Now you gotta dirty boy shirt, Churp
Get more dirty wit em, if i heard he snitchin
Ill give his face a double-chopp
Like a dirty kitchen
Na dats keepin it hood, yeah i be ina hood
Wit other street thug, be misunderstood
See im from home of da sceam team
Alimo, Kareem Reid, Jam god, Scam Sarge
Livin out his street dreams
Same blocks killa cam, gruff, and L
Now it 40, form 40th, ain't much ta tell
You know da story niggas sellin dope
Tryna copp beddeth coke
Before Jackie Brown approach you
Wit da yellow envelope
I tell her wow, slow down baby
See my hood hot, find me up in yo town lately
Could remember as a youngin
Used to hold down escape key
Now i gotta hold down a 4 pound safety
Cuz in my hood shit go down crazy
Like i ain't da one dat da whole time hazy
Remember dro man, dro man
Started from 4 grams
'member tellin my man, get wit da program
He said in 5 years we all ah blow up
I told em more like 5 dayz nigga grow up
And get yo dough up, blow up, and get focused
He said you know wat, a yo
It's time ta make the donuts
Was my first song, it was a verse long
I couldn't stop it, it's like i had a thirst
(chill) it's crazy my nigga
\"open your eyes\"
But let me get it back, it's part 2 within 40
Na im a diplomat, i got immunity fa my story
Dey wanna kno how i slice dimes
Night time, tight grind
Its too many fiendz i ain't
Got time ta write rhymes
So i don't and dats word to my momz, i quote
Shit, i ain't write a rhyme since '99 (1999)
See all these lines just some thoughts i made
I only pull my pen out when i toss a grenaide
My warriors play, da 40th way
When i spray, you stay, i make da corinna say
Open your eyes
There are only murderers in this room
Its no video, ill shoot you like bing boom
Im quite sure da cemetary got plenty
Room, scheme team to Jimmy's goons
Commin fa ya really soon
But niggas snitchin on ya, dats
Word ta Richard Porter
Porter gutta muthafckas a switch up on ya
OPEN YOUR EYES don't be suprised
You should of listen to da song nigga
Open yo eyes
This is the life we chose, the life
We lead, and theres only one garantee
None of us will see heaven
Murderers in this room, this the life
We chose the life we lead
And theres only one garantee
Non of us will see heaven 40 cal verse one
They call me 40 cal see
Niggas try to conceal me
In the court of law
If you touch me your guilty
Now your finger prints filthy
Your guilty your charged
This is grown man shit
For the realest of squads
See my hood is a jungle, the block is a zoo
Im down da block from 40 wolves
And da tigers and drew
Cops bring gorilla warefare wit snipers
On roofs, rifles to shoot
Knifes in dey boot oh yeah it's real homie
And ill show you how dirty yo boy work
Ill make his blood splatter
Now you gotta dirty boy shirt, Churp
Get more dirty wit em, if i heard he snitchin
Ill give his face a double-chopp
Like a dirty kitchen
Na dats keepin it hood, yeah i be ina hood
Wit other street thug, be misunderstood
See im from home of da sceam team
Alimo, Kareem Reid, Jam god, Scam Sarge
Livin out his street dreams
Same blocks killa cam, gruff, and L
Now it 40, form 40th, ain't much ta tell
You know da story niggas sellin dope
Tryna copp beddeth coke
Before Jackie Brown approach you
Wit da yellow envelope
I tell her wow, slow down baby
See my hood hot, find me up in yo town lately
Could remember as a youngin
Used to hold down escape key
Now i gotta hold down a 4 pound safety
Cuz in my hood shit go down crazy
Like i ain't da one dat da whole time hazy
Remember dro man, dro man
Started from 4 grams
'member tellin my man, get wit da program
He said in 5 years we all ah blow up
I told em more like 5 dayz nigga grow up
And get yo dough up, blow up, and get focused
He said you know wat, a yo
It's time ta make the donuts
Was my first song, it was a verse long
I couldn't stop it, it's like i had a thirst
(chill) it's crazy my nigga
\"open your eyes\"
But let me get it back, it's part 2 within 40
Na im a diplomat, i got immunity fa my story
Dey wanna kno how i slice dimes
Night time, tight grind
Its too many fiendz i ain't
Got time ta write rhymes
So i don't and dats word to my momz, i quote
Shit, i ain't write a rhyme since '99 (1999)
See all these lines just some thoughts i made
I only pull my pen out when i toss a grenaide
My warriors play, da 40th way
When i spray, you stay, i make da corinna say
Open your eyes
There are only murderers in this room
Its no video, ill shoot you like bing boom
Im quite sure da cemetary got plenty
Room, scheme team to Jimmy's goons
Commin fa ya really soon
But niggas snitchin on ya, dats
Word ta Richard Porter
Porter gutta muthafckas a switch up on ya
OPEN YOUR EYES don't be suprised
You should of listen to da song nigga
Open yo eyes
This is the life we chose, the life
We lead, and theres only one garantee
None of us will see heaven