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sly desilva - green eyes lyrics

[hook]
as a kid, all i wanted was a hundred grand
i made that then i all i wanted was a million
i made that then i all i wanted was a billion
i got that, now got my eyes on a trillion
eyes green like the colour of them chronic leaves
eyes green like the devil’s when he’s watching me
eyes green when i’m tying up that contract
eyes green from the chasing of that greenback

[verse1]
if you look into my eyes you could see the dollar signs
got my mind on my money and my money on my mind
never gave a f-ck ’bout nothing but the bottom line
and i’m trying to take it all and to make it all mine
whose world is it?
the world is mine
and it’s a rich man’s world, abba ain’t never lie
money, money, money, money, is the means and the motive
the message is the way i been loaded
it’s lonely at the top, but i like it that way
former friends fall down when the ak spray
malcolm x with the money, by any means necessary
get the paper, then buy whatever seems necessary
new house, new whip, new clothes, a new b-tch
a new business and a new president
big power, big money, but don’t mistake me
it’s the root of all evil, so what’s that make me?

[verse 2]
life’s a b-tch, but she’ll let you f-ck as long as you’re rich
’cause b-tches ain’t sh-t but some f-cking hoes and some tricks
she’s bouncing on this d-ck for dollars
and when i bust my sh-t, life’s a b-tch that always swallows
i do what i wanna, i take what i wanna
i smoke when i wanna, that marijuana
green is my colour from my eyes to my smoke
i’m sly, i’m the bad guy, the great white hope
yo, f-ck with me, get your wig split quick
three g’s for a hit
and three g’s ain’t sh-t to me, b-tch
so watch what the f-ck you say
i’m the reason it ain’t easy to get decent pay
i operate the f-cking sleazy way
i made a nine hundred motherf-cking g’s today
selling crack to the kids, i gotta get paid
and hey, hey, hey
that’s the way it is

[verse 3]
they say money can’t buy happiness – they lied
i’m living proof, like if proof from d12 ain’t died
i crack a smile every time i see my name on a cheque
sly desilva, eyes greener than annuit coeptis
yes, i’m getting green, getting guap, getting gravy
motto to this day is still “f-ck you, pay me”
and f-ck you, i got mine
you want some? get in line
you still ain’t getting a dime
cash rules everything around me
and i’m looking at my bank statements so proudly
that’s one billion, two billion, three billion, four
in eighteen months, that’s eighty billion more
and i’m never stopping, i take it to another level
never seen but pulling all the strings like geppetto
when you dealing with the devil, that sh-t takes a toll
but when you this d-mn rich, who the f-ck needs a soul?

[verse 4]
as a kid all i wanted was a hundred grand
build a clubhouse, chill in it with all my friends
keep ’em off the corner so they would not meet their ends
but gang ties in their families so they represent
some would bang blood, some would bang crip
but both took away my friends so i ain’t give a sh-t
my man nate fit in with that local crip set
stomping out a blood, then he and his clique dipset
stole the keys to the stash house
exiting, holding six keys of that white bolivian
now he banging on my door telling me to let him in
or he gon’ be done as that algebra i’m finishing
i’m fifteen years, and i always been around it
now today was the day i was gon’ be ’bout it, ’bout it
nate handed me an ak
told me sit and wait
if i see some bloods then i need to aim and spray
i’m looking out the window, feeling like i’m malcolm x
nate’s getting on the phone ’bout to call up his set
cocaine on all up on the table right next to his piece
and then the voice in my head starts to speak
“stop what you’re doing right now
like what the f-ck?
you ain’t a blood or a crip, but you’re gang banging, huh?
your little friend needs help, but, if i may
as of late, what’s nate really done for you, eh?
don’t throw your life away, ’cause by eighteen
nate’ll be dead or in prison anyway
come on sylvester, i could make your life better
if you just do what i tell you, then you’ll have all of the cheddar
look at all these keys, what’s that, 30 g’s a piece?
think what you could do if you had that cheese
all the p-ssy, money, weed that a motherf-cker need
get you out the f-cking ‘hood and live your dreams”
i’m looking at that ak in my hand
“i think you know what you gotta do with that, man
the crips will blame the bloods and the bloods will blame the crips
he’s a block boy, so you know police won’t give a sh-t
his piece is on the table, this right here is your chance
make life into your b-tch and get this cash advance”
i never thought that i could do that to my homie, man
but as a kid, all i wanted was a hundred grand

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