MATHEMATICS - Juscantluv lyrics

(feat. Eyes Low)

[Intro: Eyes Low]

Yeah, Eyes Low, my man Pazz up in here

Mad Man Rem, I'mma lay it down, you know how we is

Arch Nemy, heh, I'm holdin' this for the night, feel me

Huh, let 'em know, hit 'em

[Eyes Low]

I'm ain't livin' in the past, I'm 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

I'mma red you in the space, stick him in the trash

Just a victim of a crash, when I left him in a race

Now let's get back to the cash, ruinin' careers

And as long as you don't know me, I've 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 don't throw curves, relaxin'

Coco herbs, my row go swerve, reaction

Now I'm back and I'm ready for war

Ride out, time to settle the score

[Interlude: Eyes Low]

Bring it on, ya'll, hah

Yeah, it's where ya'll count me, yeah, feel me

Eyes Low, I'm 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, I'm doing it, Queens, Jamaica, baby

You know what I'm reppin'

[Eyes Low]

Aiyo, ya'll rap muthafuckas better label me a problem

Cuz once I get stable on a label it's a problem

The name's Eyes Low, I'm a lyrical God

Drop knowledge, like I'm ghostwritin' lyrics for God

The time's 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 Vegas'll last

You say what you clash, haters hate, stay in the grass

Faggot niggaz takin' raw dick, straight in the ass

While I'm stackin', sippin' on Jack's, straight in the glass

My mom's raised me, like fuck guns, you better without it

Til I got my first pistol, now I'm never without it

Made the hood seem I'm real, so I've never been doubted

All ya'll trash rappin' homo niggaz, never been bout it

The chain's surrounded, lookin' for a vet til he found it

I'm the reason why your chain going, and let you sip fountain

I've never ammounted to shit, ounces and flips

Reloadin' the clip, cuz on the strip, get cheddar and countin'

I'm an addict, used to live, and live to use

With a milli that ya'll play, I never lived to use it

Been a winner since my gone day, ya'll live to lose it

Against the odd, my mob play against the rules, nigga

[Outro: Eyes Low]

Tryin' to let ya'll know how we do, man

Feel me baby, feel my world, I'm bringin' my world to you, man

Alcoholics, buddha heads, 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