PACEWON & MR. GREEN - The Eye Of A Needle lyrics

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[ VERSE 1: Pacewon ]Cold days, Long John, snorkelEyes scopin all new heads that walk throughStick-up kids, narcs and them auto squad Newark dudesCustomers and new chicks to talk toMoney in my pocket, the hustler's loveYou can't knock it, first the re-up, then the profitNext is me shoppin for a cute new droptop to hop inCandy apple, let's get it poppinOr maybe it's midnight blue, let's get it crackinBathing Ape fashion, mall-to-mall dashinChick to chick skippin, trippinEight thousand dollars on champagne, sickeninEyes pop right out the sockets, locked on what I'm dipped inLike I'm the Highlander and this is the quickeninSporty like the Thievz, I got PigeonsLike Milk and Giz I'm Top-BillinWon[ CHORUS ]It's been a long time comin, I seen a lotta evilFelt a lotta pain and I lost a lotta peopleDid a couple things that I really didn't need toHurt a couple people that I really didn't mean toIf I could turn time back I would treat 'em regalMatter of fact, I'd treat everybody equalThen my world might just be so peacefulAnd I wouldn't view it through the eye of a needle[ VERSE 2: Pacewon ]Chancellor and Union like Crenshaw and SlausonThere's more Bloods here than Red Sox in BostonOne came through with a semi-auto flossinMy boys didn't hesitate to let one run across himNow ( ? ) but look what it almost cost himHis moms, grandma and his friends almost lost himWe had him runnin more fast than Steve AustinHe didn't wanna do it, somebody prolly forced himI hope he told that somebody that I'm awesomeThe .380 stay in the whip as a precautionA nine-m stay in my grip for any horsinAround, in a showdown, clown, I'm takin yours, sonA little quote from Kane, Big DaddyI walk up and down the block with six baggiesLookin for the customers headed to meI hope I won't have to leave a brother dead in the streetYou know[ CHORUS ][ VERSE 3: Pacewon ]My life is like a sitcom with Mac-10s and Uzis gettin gripped onLittle teenage bitches gettin they strip onBy the day, by night gettin they trick onLittle teenage niggas gettin they flip onLong tee hidin which gat the hip onWhich hip the gat on, each beat I rap onJust another platform for me to yap onPeepee and crap on, ( ? ) and slap onFreak-leak and mack on, sneak, peek and snack onSee me get back on beef, speak and snap onMr. Green made 'em just for me to crack onTo explain how I used to get my jack onAnd how I've changed to where you hear it in my rap songExtend my hand and get my dap onDo like Martin Luther King and get my black on[ CHORUS ]