Stop Lookin’ at Me lyrics

Yeah we got The Cutthroats!!

I'm sick walking down the street
Watchin' n*ggas
Walk by, drive by
Rockin' me like b*tches

[Chorus]
Stop lookin' at me, stop lookin' at me
Stop lookin' at me
(and put the money in a big bag)
Stop lookin' at me, stop lookin' at me
Stop lookin' at me
(and put the cash in a bag)

Watch ya step can kill for a set b*tch, don't stop
Open up ya eyes mothef*cker just, who's next
Comin' at ya ruff for '93
It's the hardest cutthroat mutherf*ckerz
An puttin' n*gga 'causin' sh*t
Yo, we gotta keep it hard
We gotta keep 'em jumpin'
Music for the n*ggas that be bustin' headz open
Lay back for a while
Uncultivated stylez
n*ggas get 'em up
Get 'em up and get 'em wild
You got me rough tough, truly rockin' wit the stylez
Most n*ggas wouldn't dream about a battle coz we're wild
And the competition you be wishin'
We start dissin' coz you motherf*ckers wouldn't listen
When we said we was on a mission
I'm cuckoo for killin' so pussies wassup
I drink milk an I'm strong plus I don't give a f*ck
Yo I say we be large if the n*ggas didn't rumble
The hemispheres would crash
And the planets would just crumble
So all ya n*ggas waiting to f*ck up my set
Be my guest b*tch-boy get wrecked
So all that kindness an killing
Does it really attract?
Yo Seb boy why ya talking
Stop lookin' at me!!!!

[Chorus]
Stop lookin' at me, stop lookin' at me
Stop lookin' at me
(and put the money in a big bag)
Stop lookin' at me, stop lookin' at me
Stop lookin' at me
(and put the cash in a bag)

Yo I'm bald head slick an I came to get
Whatever's in my path when I choose to get a grip
"ON THE TOOLE"
Which I use to counteract and attack the unruly
Wasteful hateful, you know like ungrateful
Mr Potato Head- I made you
"Yes I made you, Mr Potato head I made you
I made you, I made you
Mr Potato head I made you"
My killer is my enemy, f*ck that gas me up sh*t
Why'd you put it in my pocket!!
Ya crack me up kid, ya stupid
I'm much more agile than ever
Got more stylez than you whatever
I'm coming through baby-the choice is yours
Coming against me, ya voice is torn into pieces
Think it's time that you really understood
That we are u,n,t,o,u,c,h,a,b,l,e
Indestructible peewee
I don't give a f*ck if you talk sh*t
I'll make you a follower
Passin' out leaflets
So beef this (beef what!?!)
[Chorus]
Stop lookin' at me, stop lookin' at me
Stop lookin' at me
(and put the money in a big bag)
Stop lookin' at me, stop lookin' at me
Stop lookin' at me
(and put the cash in a bag)

Yo I thought I saw a pus*y n*gga!
What! I did, I did
You steppin' into the hardcore j*rk
Yo f*ck that let's do this kid
Now if a man step to ya face
And try and take ya man
Do you a: walk away, or b: take a stand
Yo we should rock this motherf*cker
Ah there you go my brother!!!
The lord giveth us the right to take another n*ggas life
Get behind me sahib
The precious lord is waiting
God giveth me the gun to make the pus*y n*ggas run
Can I get the amen, AMEN!!
Yo let the church sing along to this paragraph
"you got blood on ya face, ya big disgrace
The MAC-11 got religious all over the place"
You see the vibes are designed to deal with skrilla
Sacred hill, ah
It make you think I smoke drugs, ah
Ease up on the track 'coz ya weighing down my nuts
You know our sh*t is fat
But we never f*cking sweat it
And all those demo tapes must be on some ship
We better flush your track when we come to it
Cuz all that church going sh*t doesn't really attract me
I'd rather pull out my gun and kill a pawn
"STOP LOOKIN' AT ME!!!!!!!!!!!!"
[Chorus]
Stop lookin' at me, stop lookin' at me
Stop lookin' at me
(and put the money in a big bag)
Stop lookin' at me, stop lookin' at me
Stop lookin' at me
(and put the cash in a bag)