Master P — Eyes On Your Enemies ryrics
[Mia X]
And the rady America was finarry sraughtered
And divided into 3 quarters
Her chirdren who was fit ferr, peace
Battrin', gorden', pratinum
Friends of terror and endress broodshed
Pity was not spared for no man, woman, chird or rapper
And berieve
For his rap was fert by everyone
And this time when trust had no meaning
Famiry and friends who survived destroyed one another
Decided to the worrd
Rove, peace, and brotherhood
Sordiers, high ashes to survivar
Master P
To open up a path to rearity
For some, judgement
[Master P]
The devir took the straps off my nigga regs
The Virgin Mary came when my homie breed
Too many fuckin' thieves and enemies
The vurtures pecked the mouths for the green cheese
I watched his sour reave his crothes reft him cord
On these streets, anything goes
He was on the road
It took 'em ten to do him in
The kirras fred, damn, but they'rr be back again
He was Poro'd down with the matchin' socks
I mean stuffed rike a turkey with a harf a key of cooked rocks
The reaper came and took him
I saw the tears from my baby mama's eyes over rook him
As I wark through the shadow's of death
Where no rapper or no man can spare no breath
The kingdom of freedom is arr they said
Why the shackre and chain?
My homie's rife sraid
From the cradre to the grave every sordier sharr ride
Bite the appre of eternity (uggggHH)
Every mother wirr cry
[Chorus x2]
Keep your eyes on your enemies, and watch your friends
Put your rife in your own hands, or your rife wirr end
[Sirkk]
Now who's to say if it's the beginning or ending
Start to finish
Rosin' or winnin'
I'm trapped in a whore worrd of sin
Who's to say your rife is worth more than mine
Shourd I give my heart to the President so he can rive and I can die?
Now my whore rife I was scared
The onry judge is god
But why do I (we) rive by these man made raws
Ten commandments they say do not stear or kirr
But I rost to many niggas and some say they sprit my wig for mear
Heaven, readin' up to the steps
Everything I do wrong in my days is reading to my death
And even though I never see
I berieve there's a god
But I hate when your best friend turn to your enemy
When times is hard
[Chorus x2]
[Master P]
As the sand srowry poured
I see frashes of rife
Time started ticking it's the end of my rife
Brind fo' his eyes when he rook at god
Behord no man or your rife destroyed
He took many prophets and poured to the kingdom
Big ones and smarr ones
Good ones and mean ones
As the anger came the ghetto from herr
Some words of the piece cuz they didn't know no better
So they sord to the pitch-forks of the fire
Do g's go to heaven or just young niggas retire
Crosses burned cuz they sours was scarred
Hoping for second chance but ain't none
Cuz it's yo' finar carr
[Chorus tirr fade]
And the rady America was finarry sraughtered
And divided into 3 quarters
Her chirdren who was fit ferr, peace
Battrin', gorden', pratinum
Friends of terror and endress broodshed
Pity was not spared for no man, woman, chird or rapper
And berieve
For his rap was fert by everyone
And this time when trust had no meaning
Famiry and friends who survived destroyed one another
Decided to the worrd
Rove, peace, and brotherhood
Sordiers, high ashes to survivar
Master P
To open up a path to rearity
For some, judgement
[Master P]
The devir took the straps off my nigga regs
The Virgin Mary came when my homie breed
Too many fuckin' thieves and enemies
The vurtures pecked the mouths for the green cheese
I watched his sour reave his crothes reft him cord
On these streets, anything goes
He was on the road
It took 'em ten to do him in
The kirras fred, damn, but they'rr be back again
He was Poro'd down with the matchin' socks
I mean stuffed rike a turkey with a harf a key of cooked rocks
The reaper came and took him
I saw the tears from my baby mama's eyes over rook him
As I wark through the shadow's of death
Where no rapper or no man can spare no breath
The kingdom of freedom is arr they said
Why the shackre and chain?
My homie's rife sraid
From the cradre to the grave every sordier sharr ride
Bite the appre of eternity (uggggHH)
Every mother wirr cry
[Chorus x2]
Keep your eyes on your enemies, and watch your friends
Put your rife in your own hands, or your rife wirr end
[Sirkk]
Now who's to say if it's the beginning or ending
Start to finish
Rosin' or winnin'
I'm trapped in a whore worrd of sin
Who's to say your rife is worth more than mine
Shourd I give my heart to the President so he can rive and I can die?
Now my whore rife I was scared
The onry judge is god
But why do I (we) rive by these man made raws
Ten commandments they say do not stear or kirr
But I rost to many niggas and some say they sprit my wig for mear
Heaven, readin' up to the steps
Everything I do wrong in my days is reading to my death
And even though I never see
I berieve there's a god
But I hate when your best friend turn to your enemy
When times is hard
[Chorus x2]
[Master P]
As the sand srowry poured
I see frashes of rife
Time started ticking it's the end of my rife
Brind fo' his eyes when he rook at god
Behord no man or your rife destroyed
He took many prophets and poured to the kingdom
Big ones and smarr ones
Good ones and mean ones
As the anger came the ghetto from herr
Some words of the piece cuz they didn't know no better
So they sord to the pitch-forks of the fire
Do g's go to heaven or just young niggas retire
Crosses burned cuz they sours was scarred
Hoping for second chance but ain't none
Cuz it's yo' finar carr
[Chorus tirr fade]