Made You Look (Remix)
[00:02.97] I need it from the top
[00:04.29] Ahh!
[00:05.88] This is history, baby
[00:08.01] Commissioner Steve Stoute
[00:09.86] Lenny, ha!
[00:12.26] God's Son, what up?
[00:13.85] D-Block, what up?
[00:16.79] Bravehearts, what up?
[00:19.44] Yeah
[00:20.52] Yeah, yo
[00:21.57] Yo, ain't nothing but trouble, God
[00:23.16] When I kick in the door, with D-Block
[00:25.29] Bravehearts and the double R
[00:26.88] Don't make me let the machine off
[00:29.01] This is methadone music that you can lean off
[00:30.87] "Made You Look" – the remix, with me up on it
[00:34.05] I copped your shit – now, I break weed up on it
[00:36.45] And everything is real, I see
[00:38.30] Like my niggas that been home, but they only got a jail ID
[00:41.49] I helped the game, it ain't help me
[00:43.35] I'm top 5, dead or alive, and that's just off one LP
[00:46.01] And, I still buzz, they feel cuz
[00:48.92] 'Cause they know the flow's Ill, just like Will was
[00:51.32] I'm just tryna make sure that my sons wealthy
[00:53.71] Out of shape, but I make sure that my guns healthy
[00:56.38] I'm a ape – you can't stand 'Kiss
[00:58.25] Coming through the hood, in a Aston Vanquish
[01:01.43] The color of dandruff
[01:02.23] They said we jumped him
[01:03.84] I just let the gun snuff him
[01:05.43] Cop P the Turbo soon as they uncuff him
[01:06.75] This goes out to all of your mans
[01:08.35] Why put you in a verse when I can put you in a coroner van?
[01:11.54] D-Block!
[01:12.60] They shooting! Ah, made you look
[01:14.46] You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
[01:16.58] Getting big money, playboy, your time's up
[01:19.51] Where them gangsters? Where them dimes at?
[01:21.91] They shooting! Ah, made you look
[01:24.83] You a slave to a page in my rhyme book (Yeah, woo!)
[01:26.96] Getting big money, playboy your time's up (We just getting started! Oh!)
[01:29.88] Where them gangsters? Where them dimes at? (Luda! Let's go!)
[01:32.00] I'm from the school of hard knocks, sneak peeks, and low blows
[01:34.66] Where X's mark spots and kitchens mark O's (Woo)
[01:36.97] Where "Love's Gonna Get'cha" and hate is gon' snitch ya
[01:39.37] And fingers squeeze triggers like boa constrictors
[01:42.02] It's the–Mr. Luda, Jada, and Nas
[01:44.41] And our bullets give you a deep-tissue massage (Ah)
[01:47.07] So hear a song and dance, while I make these ends
[01:49.45] You never stood half a chance, like Siamese twins (Ah)
[01:51.85] "They shooting!" "Look in the barrel!" (Woo)
[01:54.76] Then he made the front page of the Miami Herald
[01:56.89] Or Chi. Tribune, nozzles with silent doom
[01:59.28] We in that A-Town Journal as violent goons
[02:02.22] You should print my information (Yeah), quote my rhymes
[02:04.62] And keep me in between these New York and L.A. Times
[02:07.27] I'm just the victim of society, it's 'Cris the Menace
[02:09.66] With more shit out on the streets than evicted tenants – whoa!
[02:12.32] They shooting! Ah, made you look
[02:14.97] You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
[02:17.36] Gettin big money, playboy your time's up
[02:19.75] Where them gangsters? Where them dimes at?
[02:22.94] They shooting! Ah, made you look
[02:25.07] You a slave to a page in my rhyme book (Ugh)
[02:27.18] Gettin big money, playboy your time's up (Ugh)
[02:29.85] Where them gangsters? Where them dimes at?
[02:37.02] Jungle! Wiz! Nashawn!
[02:38.61] We got 'em scared, look!
[02:40.74] We got 'em scared, they running!
[02:42.60] Yo, I grasp the ratchet, the blicky, the biscuit, the burner
[02:44.99] The heat, the toaster, they twist you, you meeting your owner
[02:47.38] The banger, the hammer, the flamers, I aim at the cannons
[02:50.30] And can you, manhandling you, you'll be famous, I'll cancel you
[02:52.69] And cut – that's the end of your movie
[02:54.81] Pretending. you actin' like you and your mens'll come shoot me
[02:57.20] My tennis shoes Gucci, Old School, pea-soup green
[02:59.86] Jean Lee suit on, Veuve Clicquot champagne
[03:02.25] Friday the 13th, my CD drop
[03:04.11] I rhyme to more Base than EZ Rock
[03:06.50] I'm Jason, call up PD watch
[03:07.83] Them Bravehearts – Jungle and Wiz and Nashawn
[03:09.69] Ill Will, Rasta, Lake, never revealing his face on—
[03:12.34] TV or pictures, and we be them niggas
[03:15.00] Sorry, that I made you wait long, glad them fakes gone
[03:17.39] We shooting! Squeezing them triggers, with Luda beside me
[03:20.32] Me and 'Kiss get loonies of weed sent to Styles P
[03:22.97] Tell him hold his head, God's Son got him
[03:25.62] We made y'all look, from San Quentin to Rikers Island to Green, Sing Sing...
