Eyes
Dayton Lyrics

Shoestring's on the comeback, bust you bitches up off my threads
Shoestring is making a comeback and doesn't want anyone messing with his reputation.

Motherfucking feds raid my shit I put that head to bed
The authorities are trying to catch Shoestring, but he's ahead of them and not afraid to take them out.

Been running from the law, been rocking war from my hideaway
Shoestring has been evading the police and fighting his own battles from a secret location.

Fuck them bitches, hittin them switches perfin as I ride away
Shoestring doesn't care about the police chasing him and enjoys speeding away from them.

Be quick for pulling your piece and slip like grease and there's a deadly war
If someone tries to pull a weapon on Shoestring, they better be fast and sneaky, or there will be a war.

The bitches they call me Shoestring, the niggas they call me Skeletor
Shoestring has two nicknames, one from women and one from men.

Walkin up to your doorstep, creepin up from the back bitch, the killer of your dope deal
Shoestring will come to your door or sneak up from behind to kill you if you're involved in his drug business.

The killer that left that package and that body in the driveway, murdered them on a Friday
Shoestring is responsible for delivering drugs and killing people, and he did it on a Friday.

Scooped up the yea, the pay and headed back for the highway
Shoestring took the drugs and money and quickly left the scene to avoid getting caught.

Put the coke on the floor, hand over the dough, My hat is cocaine white and the feds think its blow
Shoestring puts the drugs on the floor and takes the money, and the authorities mistake his white hat for cocaine.

So they pullin me over ??? honkies checkin my suitcase, Somebody want to wet me up, The feds are tryin to set me up
The police are pulling Shoestring over and searching his belongings, and he suspects they want to kill him or set him up for a crime.

Reachin for my pistol grip, I'll pop it til I drop these hoes, Try to stop the click, we'll beat your shit and leave this bitch with your eyes closed
Shoestring is willing to shoot anyone who tries to stop him, and he and his crew will beat them up and leave them unconscious.

Froze, I'm creepin up on you with that fuckin missle, 30 oz six shotgun shells, all he heard was fuckin whistles
Shoestring is approaching someone with a missile launcher and shotgun, and when he fires, all they hear is the sound of whistling bullets.

Consolidated, suckers assassinated subliminal criminology, Actually rippin for salary its no formality
Bootleg is killing people and committing crimes for money, and he does it in a strategic and subtle way.

To be a tragedy, body rip for raggedy, dogmatically financially money's the mission
Bootleg sees killing and violence as a tragedy, but does it anyway to make money.

Motive the means, bodies for fishin, Intuition got me trapped like Quadafi erasin your posse for a hobby
Bootleg is willing to kill and dispose of bodies to accomplish his goals, and he's trapped in this lifestyle like Muammar Gaddafi was trapped in his dictatorship.

Dead bodies in lobbies dealin with the veteran, In your head like Excederin, better than medicine
Bootleg is experienced in killing and disposing of dead bodies, and he's better than any medicine at giving people a headache from fear.

Curing viruses hard as calusses, Head wounds by 30 inch, givin paralysis, track record like Dallas
Bootleg is skilled at causing harm to others, and his record of violence is similar to the TV show Dallas.

Competition is missing, being stragled from angles, In position by magicians like mathematicians
Bootleg has eliminated all his competition and is able to trap his enemies from multiple angles, like a magician with mathematical precision.

I'm stackin digits and figures on petty niggas, Lemon squeezing mc's with platinum triggers
Bootleg is making a lot of money and hurting lesser criminals, he's also taking out successful rappers with ease.

I'm deadly like storms in Arizona, I make my living on corners, by turning niggas into organ doners, fuck diplomas
Bootleg is a skilled killer and prefers to make money through crime than to get an education.

Haven't you ever heard of a killa, we can go eye to eye, Cause with your eyes closed is how you die
Bootleg is warning others that he's a killer and if they challenge him, they'll end up dead with their eyes closed.

Say goodbye to the bad guy, am i my brother's keeper, Reefer makes me creaper, hoe put him in a sleeper
Bootleg is saying farewell as the villain, he does not feel responsible for looking after his fellow criminals, loves weed, and easily puts his enemies to sleep.

So watch yourself, watch your step for these bullets ????, But couldn't creep away from its death
Bootleg is warning others to be careful where they go, as they may get shot. Even if they try to escape, death will catch up to them eventually.

One of my niggas died, it was his time murder ain't jokin, Flashes and blashes reading him dead with his eyes open
One of Bootleg's associates died, and it was his destiny. Bootleg killed him, and he witnessed the man's lifeless body staring back at him.

Since we ain't no dummy, takin the aim and bust him, Now the nigga was trusted, the friendship than rusted, but fuck it
Bootleg's crew knows what they're doing when it comes to killing and shooting their enemies. They killed a trusted friend, which caused the relationship to deteriorate, but it doesn't matter to Bootleg.

I rather be behind guns than in front of bullets, Bullseye all in my face by a nigga who ain't scared to pull it
Bootleg would rather be the one doing the shooting than the one being shot at. He's used to being targeted by fearless enemies who shoot accurately.

So he's drinkin 40's pullin ???? wishes, Open fire on snitches killin all the death wishes, Get the picture
Bootleg is drinking while shooting his enemies, wanting to kill all the turncoats. He wants his enemies to see the consequences of their actions.

I never shot a man when he was runnin, Pistol barrell in his face so he see all the bullets comin
Bootleg doesn't shoot someone in the back, he wants them to see their fate and the bullets coming towards them.

Crackheads crack up, bitch niggas back down, We ain't scared of shit on the north side of flip town
Bootleg is laughing at people who use drugs, and is confident in his abilities on the north side of town.

Dayton Avenue is where I'm from to be exact, It's all about survival, tryin to get some more crack, right back
Bootleg is from Dayton Avenue and is willing to do whatever it takes to survive, including selling more drugs.

Before you catch a barrel to your dome G, If you with somebody else, than you and all your homies, Come one come all nigga ain't no hoe up in my gang
Bootleg is warning people to be careful, or they'll get shot in the head. If someone else is with them, they and their friends will be targeted. Bootleg's crew is not weak and anyone who joins has to be tough.

Got no time for lames and I'm a stay the same, I'm criminally insane, givin pain is what I do
Bootleg doesn't tolerate weak people and will keep doing what he's doing. He's crazy and enjoys causing pain to others.

Catchin you in plain view, makin sure your ass through, Money and the power, bitches in the door
Bootleg will catch his enemies where they least expect it and will make sure they're finished. He has money, power, and women at his disposal.

Grippin on a nickle plated 44, And you'll be leaving with your eyes closed
Bootleg has a 44 caliber gun, and if he points it at someone, they'll end up dead with their eyes closed.