Mathematics Lyrics - Juscantluv lyrics

Juscantluv lyrics (Lyrics)

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[Intro: Eyes Low]
Yeah, Eyes Low, my man Pazz up in here
Mad Man Rem, Imma lay it down, you know how we is
Arch Nemy, heh, Im holdin this for the night, feel me
Huh, let em know, hit em

[Eyes Low]
Im aint livin in the past, Im livin the present
Like a ribbon on a present, when deliverin this smash
Count figures on my stash, weapon on my waist
Cool expression on my face, brown liquor in my glass
Stop scheemin like you want it, for I give you what ask
Cuz no one sweep us down, to put a nephew in his place
Imma red you in the space, stick him in the trash
Just a victim of a crash, when I left him in a race
Now lets get back to the cash, ruinin careers
And as long as you dont know me, Ive been doin this for years
So bump homo herbs, with lo-lo words, we strapped
Minolo birds on dodo birds, we packed
That fo-fo bird, that dont throw curves, relaxin
Coco herbs, my row go swerve, reaction
Now Im back and Im ready for w ar
Ride out, time to settle the score

[Interlude: Eyes Low]
Bring it on, yall, hah
Yeah, its where yall count me, yeah, feel me
Eyes Low, Im in the bing now
Back then, get down, lay down, whatever
We clappin niggaz off, we backin niggaz off
Feel me, man, my man Mathematics, he in there with me
We all here together, type Southside, 32nd, for life, man
Feel me, dog, Im doing it, Queens, Jamaica, baby
You know what Im reppin

[Eyes Low]
Aiyo, yall rap muthafuckas better label me a problem
Cuz once I get stable on a label its a problem
The names Eyes Low, Im a lyrical God
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Drop knowledge, like Im ghostwritin lyrics for God
The times up, prepare for a pain in the ass
LB Fam, Killa Queens, got this game in a smash
That smoke queen, sold crack, never made it to class
Stole whips, faded and crashed, got paper in stash
Everybody wanna know if me and Vegasll last
You say what you clash, haters hate, stay in the grass
Faggot niggaz takin raw dick, straight in the ass
While Im stackin, sippin on Jacks, straight in the glass
My moms raised me, like fuck guns, you better without it
Til I got my first pistol, now Im never without it
Made the hood seem Im real, so Ive never been doubted
All yall trash rappin homo niggaz, never been bout it
The chains surrounded, lookin for a vet til he found it
Im the reason why your chain going, and let you sip fountain
Ive never ammounted to shit, ounces and flips
Reloadin the clip, cuz on the strip, get cheddar and countin
Im an addict, used to live, and live to use
With a milli that yall play, I never lived to use it
Been a winner since my gone day, yall live to lose it
Against the odd, my mob play against the rules, nigga

[Outro: Eyes Low]
Tryin to let yall know how we do, man
Feel me baby, feel my world, Im bringin my world to you, man
Alcoholics, buddha h eads, real niggaz
Hoes, prostitute, we all in it together for one rule
We tryin to get this paper, baby, feel my energy, God
Zone off my energy, zone off me
Eyes Low, you know how it be
The God Mathematics, man, layin this down
2002, 2003, we takin it there, one