chorus) Always look a man in the eyes before you kill him Even if he's a coward or a motherfucking drug dealer (my pops say) Verse 1 (master p) I sell
Перевод: Master P. Всегда обращайте внимание Man In The Eyes.
Chorus) Always look a man in the eyes before you kill him Even if he's a coward or a motherfucking drug dealer (My pops say) Verse 1 (Master P) I sell
'm a slacker, I'm a slacker, yeah I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker, yeah I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker, yeah I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker
Peace Camp to women only is a sensible political ploy, But if it is a demonstration of sexual exclusivity it is a sham. Aren't we seeking to destroy
in the projects All in a niggaz car, all on planes and boats Just like deez niggaz and deez hoes Tired of motherfuckers followin me man take another route Nigga somebody else, keep ya eyes
weather We were always togerther (always together) We grew up as time went on We became seperated (seperated) (chorus 2x) It was a sad day (it was a
life You gotta stay tru to yourself, as well as the ones you love) Hholm bra (but keep your eyes open man) Keep yo eyes on yo enemies (keep yo' eyes
i pray screamin from the top of my voice 'Lord Save Me' (chorus) (Mac) Look in my eyes, and tell me you see a bright future Since its a angle of a
a jerk. The purist turns a deaf ear. He's such an intellect, Does he think his censorship is gaining our respect? The raising of a fist, like a trigger of a
unnnnngggggghhh) Keep your eyes on the beast though (keep your eyes on the beast) Ain't no man could stop us (ain't no man could stop us) Ain't no man
's a trigger happy bitch So don't be talking that fucking japanese Understand it's a jack give up the cash or you'll be swish cheese Master p: Touch
My home boy hate, man lifes a bitch [the gambino family--verse 2] Hold yo' breath young niggas cause these streets a trip Protect yah own and live long, man lifes a
the world works But I always understood why The girls twirk for a baller not a 9 to 5 Barely makin' it with disgust behind your eyes So I just grip my
of a fascist dictator. It was a callous and savage piece of electioneering Designed to cover up horrific domestic problems. At a time when a peaceful
be the man you was, I'd probably drink your blood [Chorus - 2x] [Master P] Kevin Miller you gone, but you always missed C and Mac locked up, but we still a
Out [Tone Def] We got a million DMX's, a thousand Jay-Z's A hundred Eminem's and two million Master P's But I think for drastically, 'cause Tone Def always
