Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me.
Would you look into my eyes?
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me.
Could you tell me what you see?
What makes a nigga think he can bite my shit and call his shit original? What's worse, tellin' people you made the style we put down three fuckin' years ago. And that's just like a nigga wanna take all the credit. I bet it didn't even occur that we would eventually meet with ya, and don't crash, collide, lock up with the enemy. And I don't wanna say a nigga's name and all that, but a y'all fin to get stomped. Let 'em loose. And they heard the news, ya run up, ya could get dead, oh. Uh-huh, hey, we murder muthafuckas in a deadly way--fully automatic when we let 'em lay. "Aw shit! Get down, Leatherface." Fuck 'em all, if I can't get my respect. Come on, now, put them to rest. What a bloody, bloody mess, but nevertheless, we won't stress. I figured this platinum got you actin' like you got to be me. It's all in your mind, but in time, you'll find we as real as we speak