[Intro: Bizzy Bone & (Supervision)]
Yeah... Supervision, (Bone Thugs-N-Harmony)
If you look into my eyes...
If you look into my eyes tell me what you see
You see, you see, you see
(It's Supervision y'all, Supervision y'all, Bone Thugs y'all)
If you look into my eyes, tell me what you see
You see, you see, you see
(It's Supervision y'all, Supervision y'all, Bone Thugs y'all)
If you look into my eyes, tell me what you see

[Verse 1: Bizzy Bone]
See, they don’t understand me
I’ve been through him, and him, and him
And then come at ‘em again
I know n***as that’s in the pen and figgas for you and them
Evil creepin’ on my people - chances are slim
Be married to the music - boom! Hit the stage
Ready to die for it, cry for it - cut the games
Many tried for it, lied for it, get a catchy chorus and fly for it
Take orbit, let gravity be your fortress tonight
Elevate your brain, hold your heart and just sing
Cause gracefully we age through all the pain
Sentiments in rain, evidence of it’s heavenly thangs
Disdained for my explanation on ‘cane, the fame
Was the sum of our money chained in a murder, murder shame
With a pistol and a pissed off bang
Well, then let me finish with thug love
I’m off to hit the club with the bud and the track
Hit the mud, keep the gun, it’s my first love

Tell me what you see, you see ... (It's Supervision yall, Bone Thugs yall/ It's Supervision yall, Bizzy Bone yall)/If you look into my eyes

Tell me what you see, you see ... (It's Supervision yall, Bone Thugs yall/ It's Supervision yall, Bizzy Bone yall)/If you look into my eyes

I’m making love to my music, my music/My music makes me high (Tell me what you see, you see ... If you look into my eyes)

[Verse 2: Supervision]
I'm making love to my music, like my music’s my lady
Sippin’ on Brandi, intoxicated, hummin’ twist 80
And I’m chillin’ with Krayzie, and we high off that Thai
My reason’s why, like R. Kelly, I believe I can fly
And plus, around me I can’t see, my vision’s clouded
Premeditate em or bust, and please label me ‘bout it, ‘bout it
As I collect my thoughts, take me a breath
God bless my homie Niggo, he took one in the chest
And yes, but he still here to rap a song, just another day
While ya bullshhh, crack the top on that Alize (Alize)
Cause we don’t play in this land of the loc’s, where brothers, they smoke trees up with dust, and see, they bleed
Then they plead/ Cause I’m on top, straight ballin
Makin’ love to my woman, but my music’s steady callin’, and never stallin
But it comes to me, you should please let me have prophecy, yes, I make love to my music
I’m makin’ love ...

[Verse 3: Krayzie Bone]
I love music, any kind of music
As long as it’s pumpin’ to keep me thuggin self in check
Maintain the mentality, I got to keep my composure
And music’s the perfect potion when I’m coastin’
Roll a blunt up, roll ‘em up, put some of them jams on
(and jam on)
And n***a we zonin’, so put on some old school, homie
Let’s hit the dance floor!
Music really makes me happy when I’m stressin’, mental hot
I put on some instrumentals - stop
I think about what I done been through
I put it to paper, then put it to wax, and kick some facts
Sit back and relax, now everything is all right
If it wasn’t for this music, I’d be dead, fuck a jail
‘cause a n***a ain’t never goin’ back to that hell feel me, kill me
And if it wasn’t for the man upstairs blessing me with talent
Like the average thug n***a, would I vanish?
But this platinum got us n***as established, got us living lavish
Apply yourself survival tactics, n***a, and yall can have it
Even though it’s stress and strain in the game one thing I can’t do is... is stop the music
[Verse 4: Layzie Bone]
N***a, it don't stop, and it won't stop ‘cause i just can't quit
This game be runnin' through my veins with nothin’ but platinum hits
And n***a it don't stop, ‘cause it won't stop, ‘cause it just don't quit
This game be runnin’ through my veins with nothin’ but platinum shit
N***a I gotsta have it, it’s like automatic rounds when I put this down
Constantly fuckin' up instrumentals, you remember that thuggish ruggish sound
You can feel the love goin' through the speakers, creepin, livin’ life on the deep end
Better believe you won’t catch me sleepin', put up a beat and I heat, dismiss the flames
N***a, cut the games, me and my music we sleep and eat together
We hop in the Benz, get off in the winds, and we run the streets together
And we on a mission to stick up the industry full throttle
Mo Thugs, mo money the motto, so, n***a, the slugs that I bring come hollow
N***a we can do this in the song, or n***a we can do this in person
Whatever you do when you cross the gunline boss, little Lay'll be puttin’ his work in
Cause me and my music, n***a, we don't take that shit
N***a, put the pen to the pad, get mad and I break that bitch N***a, it's just the thug in me, mixed up with the indo and the Ol’ E
When I drop this thugsta poetry, I make all y'all know who the fuck I be, n***as!