Eyes May Shine (Remix) Songtext / Lyric

[Xzibit] (*Havoc in the background: "No doubt" - repeat 8x*)
Yea like this, rest in times, +Infamous+ Crew
yea +Infamous+ Mobb Deep, bring it down
once again bring it live, yea just like this...

...I'm on a path not thinkin' about average man
Black Sedan my way through pit falls of scams
Let the whole world know about this liquid can
4-grand to ignite on site, so now I'm standin'
In a whole new light (Whole New Light)
In a area where niggaz ain't tryin' to fight (Tryin' To Fight)
I feel my jaw get tight (Get Tight) its like, these niggaz get pumped up
And +Lick Shots+, +X+, you, and yours plus the mothafuckin' cops
We got, blocks and blocks of non-stop hustle
21 backdrop, its my turn to shuffle
Stay alert little pussy on a side can't hurt
Where protection from the heats, so I don't get burn
I got no time to be a star (*echoes star, star, star*)
I go straight from the car to the bar, and then get busy
Whenever provocked, I react like Bill Bissby
Incredible heat, X-to the-Z, and +The Infamous+ Mobb Deep
Take it to the streets, don't waste my time (Waste My Time)
Tryin' to disrepect me and yo Half-Ass Rhyme (Half-Ass Rhyme)
That ass is mine, been goin' down like this since the beginnin' of time
+Eyes May Shine+

[Hook 2x*Xzibit and Havoc*]

[X] Eyes May Shine, teeths may grit,
[X and Havoc] And all of that shit
[X] and you still won't step so whats next (Whats Next?)
All of a sudden, you ain't sayin' anythin'
[Havoc] You better all fuckin' yourself, you need to stop frontin'

[Havoc]
Aiyo, I love my niggaz for that, it strike bcak, handle buisness
Test the realest, stay focus and keep the, enemy nearest
Niggaz iz killaz, slippin' up, switchin' up
Teams crossin' over and gettin' stuck for they +C.R.E.A.M+
Frontin' like the skillz, is suburba got the nerves, to get knocked the fuck out
And kicked to the curve, thats for you and your whole click
You rollin' dick more the better,
so I think bitch, you gettin' ripped, shitted on
Stuffed off a Mobb Deep song, take that thock off
We had, a only been too long, tuck you chainin', you gettin' yapped
For your 40-karats, slump, gold cubic-siqordean-your ass havin'
Talk about it, be about it, you ain't been doin' this
So don't start, matter fact, keep it movin'
When its on, occumilate like Kansas cell, wit' advanced sells
We does, dead son he can't tell
[Hook 2x*Xzibit and Havoc*]

[X] Eyes May Shine, teeths may grit,
[X and Havoc] And all of that shit
[X] and you still won't step so whats next (Whats Next?)
All of a sudden, you ain't sayin' anythin'
[Havoc] You better all, FUCK YOURSELF

[Prodigy]
(ye, ye, yo)
Yo, I send shots to any man that come too close
Niggaz get fold like a letter to ship across coast-Who Go?
To go against my Militant Crime-Militia,
Like these street niggaz sendin' mis-sals to hit 'cha
Up from the ground up son, you get the picture
If not, write it down, take a picture
Pretend a poor exotic shit, keep me lifted
Son I'm retarded, you fuckin' up my hob-beefin'
Don't get me started, too late
I'm already on your ass, beat the fuck out of anybody wit' 'cha
And anybody that grab me, move back, we attack
Like pist rocks basements, hungry for blood
Derainge this, crayziest type of shit you ever seen in your life
Nigga bled to death, standin' up, holdin' his life
Applyin' pressure to his wounds tryin' to stop the blood lost
Found in, layin' in the pool and shit, his own fault
It's P'd up, exalted from NYC, you get extremely
Cut the fuck up by Scar Thieves (*Hissin' Noises*)
Who can't recognize, do I have to prove all the time
Then get +Up Close and Personnel+ in front of your eyes
See me dipped and down-low, ready for ac-tion, creep-slow
Move on your enterprise, crash and stop, put a hole on your assets
And dug up your pop, we National-Geographic Niggas
Is known for flippin', cause animal wildlife, surrond me-I'm livin'
And float through the jungle at night on expedition
I got a jonez for that live shit, survivals and block woods
And crime niggaz know what I talk
In a black Tahoe, throwin' a foat-load, where noticin', dancin'
Doing 'bout a hundred on the way to Queens...

[Hook 2x*Xzibit and Prodigy*]

[X] Eyes May Shine, teeths may grit,
[X and Prodigy] And all of that shit
[X] and you still won't step so whats next (Whats Next?)
All of a sudden, you ain't sayin' anythin'
[Prodigy] You better all fuckin' yourself, you need to stop frontin' nigga

[Prodigy]
Straight Up-n-Down-Nigga
Frontin'-ass-niggaz
Frontin'-ass-niggaz

[Xzibit]
Mr.X-to the-Z
yea, wit the +Infamous Mobb+
+Infamous+ Crew
From alive to direct, to you and yours
In the 9-6, 9-7