Eyes Low - Tommy lyrics

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Eyes Low - Tommy lyrics

[Intro: movie sample] Set it here, set it here What is this, boy, what's the deal here What's the deal here? Come on with it, come on with it, speak up Speak up, you better be cool, s**as You better be cool You don't know who I am, do you, chump? I'm the d**h to you, boy To you, and you, and you, better remember now What goes around, comes around I'm coming here, don't f** me with now You'll be dead [Intro: Eyeslow (Allah Real) Yo, Tommy what you doing out here, man? (Our little Tommy is thugging) You only 13, man, you should be in the crib, man You know if your brother was here, man (Selling d** and he's buggin') You know what they do to you, man Word, I'll let him know, Jamaica, Queens (Our little Tommy is thugging) When we get smoked out, we just be buggin' Knowhatimsayin', check it (Our little Tommy is thugging) Yo, yo, yo [Eyeslow] Aiyo, I'm looking for that Dolly Parton So I skeet right on the salad garden Key up her ignition, after, whippin' it, I'm valet parking Fine gray buddha, now we sparking Fingers cob webbin', cop weave through four Jamaican's bobsledding I'm top ranked with the bank, it's no more stolen cars Fightin' over tuna cans and living off granola bars I put my work in like the Older Gods And gotta mob with status, Martin Lawrence Made it word, to rob and har'a** And my hood is villain blocks, n***as k**in' cops Cops k**in' n***as, dirty chicks and penicillen shots I'm sick of seeing b**hes lyin' with a straight face Friendly orgy turning into Kobe Bryant's rape case My block is where the drama take place Fightin' moca**en, dippin' from Johnny Depp and Ali Robinson 21 Jump Street jake, NYPD license plates I ripe with grapes, pipe the eighth, but only if my life's at stake Yo, I'm trynna get my cash established Three-two, Eyes ---- [Angie Neil] Tommy [Bald Head] Little Tommy got his hands on a gun, he only 13 Smoking weed, running from thugs that's like 33 He try'nna grow through fads, it ain't cool Cuttin' school, at a hooky party, feelin' on a** Til some hatin' cats came in, Tommy started grippin' Dude looked him up and down, and Tommy got offended Shots rang up, everybody run and rappin' Little do they know, Tommy love gun clappin' The kid bounce before he even got hit Messed up when shorty got caught, between that sh** Now, who gonna tell honey moms how she cut school At a hooky school with girlfriends and wild dudes Who gonna talk to the cop, who gettin' locked for it? Tommy fled the scene, before somebody else saw him He ran fast, down Fulton Ave., tossin' his gun Thinkin' to himself; 'What the f** I've done' [Chorus 2X: Angie Neil] Tommy, Tommy Tommy, Tommy Tommy, Tommy, Tommy Tommy, Tommy, Tommy [Bald Head] His pops left when he was young, brother got locked up In the car chase, cause somebody got shot up A prime example of a man in your life A little dude like to fight for what's wrong, and not right Livin' life, it ain't life no more, homicide outside Lookin' in, about to knock on his door And little Tommy in a jam now, he going out Deja vu, but he seen what his brother would do So he flew out the back, on the run for the rest of his life Somebody told, he did it that same night A news flash, girl shot dead, her family sad And little Tommy couldn't live with that, he'd rather die Commited suicide, blew his brains out, his moms cried Only son left, took his last breath, closed his eyes now He on the other side, feeling good, talk to the God Understanding why he had it so hard [Interlude: Angie Neil (Allah Real) {Bald Head}] Tommy is buggin', oh yeah Tommy is thuggin' Tommy hisself, Tommy hisself (Said he thugged and he bugged) Tommy is buggin', Tommy is buggin' (Drugs... did that) Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy Tom, Tom, Tom, Tom, Tommy {Brooklyn, n***a, yo Mathematics They ain't understanding, man This is real serious, word haha It's a lot of little Tommy's all over the US ghetto You know what I mean? I mean these young dudes Really don't know, man, I think the TV Manipulate they minds man, they raising our kids Man, too many of them, we gotta control it, word And this what happens when you can't control it} (Tommy....)