"All Eyes On State P" lyrics
(feat. Mook Jones)
'Til Jigga return, it's all eyes on Sig'
To shut it down, when I die, strictly rely on State P
Until my nigga Jigga return, it's all eyes on Sig'
To shut it down, when I die, strictly rely on State P
Why would you pull it if you ain't gonna ride?
Motherfucker eat a bullet and die, the Mack spoke
The last man standin' when that black smoke
Clear up, ready to tear it up, State Prop, get up
Nigga all out war, automatic .44, dead nigga to draw
So I can show you what this MAC can do
Motherfucker let's clash the cruise, you know me nigga
Keep my gats and tools, you wouldn't talk if I was after you
Your heart'll drop when I pass through
My clip shake, like my trigger, nigga, half moon
Tear you up, like a Columbine class room
You're full of shit like a bathroom
I know a nigga fully focused, I ain't had it since this last June
5-0 tryna slander my name
Tryin' to charge me for attempt, disrespectin' my aim
Like my 5th don't blaze right
Motherfucker get my name right (Mack!)
It send shots when in plain sight
I heard a nigga up in county said he took something from me
If it wasn't a bullet, nigga it's bullshit
But I'ma tell you what you can get from me
When I run up, on you motherfucker, give you the full clip
Picture a nigga lift his hand on my neck
Bet six bullets lift you 'fore they jam in the TEC
C'mon Scrap, I ain't new to this fam
Real niggas do what they want, and motherfuckers do what you can, uh
I got gats, hold houses by the hundred
Nigga I pack heat like a California summer
You niggas easy to spot like a high yellow hummer
You get to duckin' get to hidin' when I'm coming
I smoke a nigga like it's nicotine
Ready to ride on my enemies, c'mon nigga please
'Til Jigga return, it's all eyes on Sig' (Prince)
To shut it down, when I die, strictly rely on State P (Prince! State P! Prince!)
Until my nigga Jigga return, it's all eyes on Sig' (State P! Prince! State P! First in line!)
To shut it down, when I die, strictly rely on State P (Yeah, yo, ayo!)
I told my daddy I cannot fail, my money not like a oxtail
Shoulda signed an MSN, I'm a hot nail
I can give two fucks if he can box well
Hot shells make sure he fit inside a box well
Got a full clip for all of you niggas
Guns like a hot water, I'll boil you niggas
It's nothing to go to wars with you niggas
And plant your face on the wall like memorial pictures, nigga
Don Corleone, sick like polio
When I come to Houston they know, I'm the rodeo
Your man ain't real boy, he Pinocchio
Keep snoopin' around, give him a broken nose
Give him a floatin' soul, treat him like sandals
Give him some air holes, turn him to a open toe
I'm supposed to blow, if not I get on some dirty shit
Throw bullets at your dome like a Super Bowl .36
Now that Beans put me on, it's all eyes on me
Since I'ma ride 'til I die for my side, and I throw the State P (Yeah yeah)
Now that Beans put me on, it's all eyes on me
Since I'ma ride 'til I die for my side, and I throw the State P (Yeah)
'Til Jigga return, it's all eyes on Sig'
To shut it down, when I die, strictly rely on State P
Until my nigga Jigga return, nigga it's all eyes on Sig'
To shut it down, when I die, strictly rely on State P
To shut it down, when I die, strictly rely on State P
Until my nigga Jigga return, it's all eyes on Sig'
To shut it down, when I die, strictly rely on State P
Why would you pull it if you ain't gonna ride?
Motherfucker eat a bullet and die, the Mack spoke
The last man standin' when that black smoke
Clear up, ready to tear it up, State Prop, get up
Nigga all out war, automatic .44, dead nigga to draw
So I can show you what this MAC can do
Motherfucker let's clash the cruise, you know me nigga
Keep my gats and tools, you wouldn't talk if I was after you
Your heart'll drop when I pass through
My clip shake, like my trigger, nigga, half moon
Tear you up, like a Columbine class room
You're full of shit like a bathroom
I know a nigga fully focused, I ain't had it since this last June
5-0 tryna slander my name
Tryin' to charge me for attempt, disrespectin' my aim
Like my 5th don't blaze right
Motherfucker get my name right (Mack!)
It send shots when in plain sight
I heard a nigga up in county said he took something from me
If it wasn't a bullet, nigga it's bullshit
But I'ma tell you what you can get from me
When I run up, on you motherfucker, give you the full clip
Picture a nigga lift his hand on my neck
Bet six bullets lift you 'fore they jam in the TEC
C'mon Scrap, I ain't new to this fam
Real niggas do what they want, and motherfuckers do what you can, uh
I got gats, hold houses by the hundred
Nigga I pack heat like a California summer
You niggas easy to spot like a high yellow hummer
You get to duckin' get to hidin' when I'm coming
I smoke a nigga like it's nicotine
Ready to ride on my enemies, c'mon nigga please
'Til Jigga return, it's all eyes on Sig' (Prince)
To shut it down, when I die, strictly rely on State P (Prince! State P! Prince!)
Until my nigga Jigga return, it's all eyes on Sig' (State P! Prince! State P! First in line!)
To shut it down, when I die, strictly rely on State P (Yeah, yo, ayo!)
I told my daddy I cannot fail, my money not like a oxtail
Shoulda signed an MSN, I'm a hot nail
I can give two fucks if he can box well
Hot shells make sure he fit inside a box well
Got a full clip for all of you niggas
Guns like a hot water, I'll boil you niggas
It's nothing to go to wars with you niggas
And plant your face on the wall like memorial pictures, nigga
Don Corleone, sick like polio
When I come to Houston they know, I'm the rodeo
Your man ain't real boy, he Pinocchio
Keep snoopin' around, give him a broken nose
Give him a floatin' soul, treat him like sandals
Give him some air holes, turn him to a open toe
I'm supposed to blow, if not I get on some dirty shit
Throw bullets at your dome like a Super Bowl .36
Now that Beans put me on, it's all eyes on me
Since I'ma ride 'til I die for my side, and I throw the State P (Yeah yeah)
Now that Beans put me on, it's all eyes on me
Since I'ma ride 'til I die for my side, and I throw the State P (Yeah)
'Til Jigga return, it's all eyes on Sig'
To shut it down, when I die, strictly rely on State P
Until my nigga Jigga return, nigga it's all eyes on Sig'
To shut it down, when I die, strictly rely on State P
