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Juelz Santana

"Open Your Eyez"

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 n*ggas 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 sh*t, 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 its 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 n*ggas 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 sh*t 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 n*gga grow up
And get yo dough up, blow up, and get focused
He said you know wat, a yo, its time ta make the donuts
..was my first song, it was a verse long
I couldn't stop it, its like i had a thirst. (chill) ....its crazy my n*gga...
\"OPEN YOUR EYES\"
But let me get it back, its 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 dont and dats word to my momz, i quote
sh*t, 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 n*ggas snitchin on ya, dats word ta Richard Porter, Porter gutta muthaf*ckas a switch up on ya
OPEN YOUR EYES
Dont be suprised, you should of listen to da song n*gga
Open yo eyes
THIS IS THE LIFE WE CHOSE, THE LIFE WE LEAD, AND THERES ONLY ONE GARANTEE, NONE OF US WILL SEE HEAVEN 2X

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