paroles de chanson Open Your Eyez - The Diplomats feat. 40 Cal.
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
niggas
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
shit,
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,
aint
much
ta
tell,
You
know
da
story
niggas
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
shit
go
down
crazy,
like
i
aint
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
nigga
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
couldnt
stop
it,
its
like
i
had
a
thirst.
(chill)
...its
crazy
my
nigga...
\"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
aint
got
time
ta
write
rhymes,
So
i
dont
and
dats
word
to
my
momz,
i
quote,
Shit,
i
aint
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
niggas
snitchin
on
ya,
dats
word
ta
Richard
Porter,
Porter
gutta
muthafuckas
a
switch
up
on
ya.
OPEN
YOUR
EYES
Dont
be
suprised,
you
should
of
listen
to
da
song
nigga,
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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