Various Artists - Stop Lookin' at Me lyrics

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Various Artists - Stop Lookin' at Me lyrics

Yeah we got the cutthroats!! I'm sick walking down the street Watchin n***as Walk by, drive by Rockin me like b**hes Stop lookin at me, stop lookin at me Stop lookin at me (and put the money in a big bag) Stop lookin at me, stop lookin at me Stop lookin at me (and put the cash in a bag) Watch ya step can k** for a set b**h, dont stop Open up ya eyes mothef**er just, whos next Comin at ya ruff for '93 Its the hardest cutthroat mutherf**erz An puttin n***a causin sh** Yo, we gotta keep it hard We gotta keep 'em jumpin Music for the n***as that be bustin' headz open Lay back for a while Uncultivated stylez n***as get 'em up Get 'em up and get 'em wild You got me rough tough, truly rockin wit the stylez Most n***as wouldn't dream about a battle coz were wild And the competition you be wishin We start dissin coz you motherf**ers wouldn't listen When we said we was on a mission I'm cukoo for k**in' so pussies wa**up I drink milk an I'm strong plus I dont give a f** Yo I say we be large if the n***as didn't rumble The hemispheres would crash And the planets would just crumble So all ya n***as waiting to f** up my set Be my guest b**h-boy get wrecked So all that kindness an k**ing Does it really attract? Yo Seb boy why ya talking Stop lookin at me!!!! Stop lookin at me, stop lookin at me Stop lookin at me (and put the money in a big bag) Stop lookin at me, stop lookin at me Stop lookin at me (and put the cash in a bag) Yo I'm bald head slick an I came to get Whatevers in my path when I choose to get a grip "ON THE TOOLE" Which I use to counteract and attack the unruly Wasteful hateful, you know like ungrateful Mr Potatoe Head- I made you "yes I made you, Mr Potatoe head I made you I made you, I made you Mr Potatoe head I made you" My k**er is my enemy, f** that gas me up sh** Why'd you put it in my pocket!! Ya crack me up kid, ya stupid I'm much more agile than ever Got more stylez than you whatever I'm coming through baby-the choice is yours Coming against me, ya voice is torn into pieces Think its time that you really understood That we are u,n,t,o,u,c,h,a,b,l,e Indesructable peewee I dont give a f** if you talk sh** I'll make you a follower Pa**in out leaflets So beef this (beef what!?!) Stop lookin at me, stop lookin at me Stop lookin at me (and put the money in a big bag) Stop lookin at me, stop lookin at me Stop lookin at me (and put the cash in a bag) Yo I thought I saw a p**y n***a! What! I did, I did You steppin into the hardcore jerk Yo f** that lets do this kid Now if a man step to ya face And try and take ya man Do you a: walk away, or b: take a stand Yo we should rock this motherf**er Ah there you go my brother!!! The lord giveth us the right to take another n***as life Get behind me sahib The precious lord is waiting God giveth me the gun to make the p**y n***as run Can I get the amen, AMEN!! Yo let the church sing along to this paragraph "you got blood on ya face, ya big discrace The mac-11 got religious all over the place" You see the vibes are designed to deal with skrilla Sacred hill, ah It make you think I smoke d**, ah Ease up on the track 'coz ya weighing down my nuts You know our sh** is fat But we never f**ing sweat it And all those demo tapes must be on some ship We better flush your track when we come to it All that church going sh** doesn't really attract me Id rather pull out my gun and k** a pawn "STOP LOOKIN' AT ME!!!!!!!!!!!!" Chorus

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