If you look into my eyes/ If you look into my eyes tell me what you see/ Tell me what you see, you see ...
If you look into my eyes, tell me what you see, you see ...(It's Supervision yall. Bone Thugs yall)
-Bizzy Bone-(Supervision)-
See, they don�t understand me/ I�ve been through him, and him, and him, and then come at �em again/ I know niggas that�s in the pen, and figgas for you and them/ Evil creepin� on my people/ Chances are slim/ Be married to the music, boom!/ Hit the stage, ready to die for it, cry for it, cut the games/ Many tried for it, lied for it, get a catchy chorus and fly for it/ Take orbit, let gravity be your fortress tonight/ Elevate your brain, hold your heart and just sing, cause gracefully we age through all the pain/ Sentiments in rain/ Evidence of it�s heavenly thangs disdained for my explanation on �cane/ The fame was the sum of our money, chained in a murder, murder shame, with a pistol and a pissed off bang!/ Well, then let me finish with thug love/ I�m off to hit the club with the bud and the track, hit the mud/ Keep the gun, it�s my first love
Tell me what you see, you see ... (It's Supervision yall, Bone Thugs yall/ It's Supervision yall, Bizzy Bone yall)/If you look into my eyes
-Chorus-Supervision-(Bizzy Bone)-
I�m making love to my music, my music/My music makes me high (Tell me what you see, you see ... If you look into my eyes)
-Supervision-
I'm making love to my music, like my music�s my lady/ Sippin� on Brandi, intoxicated, hummin� twist 80/ And I�m chillin� with Krayzie, and we high off that Thai/ My reason�s why, like R. Kelly, I believe I can fly/ And plus, around me I can�t see, my vision�s clouded/ Premeditate em or bust, and please label me �bout it, �bout it/ As I collect my thoughts, take me a breath/ God bless my homie Niggo, he took one in the chest/ And yes, but he still here to rap a song, just another day/ While ya bullshhh, crack the top on that Alize (Alize)/ Cause we don�t play in this land of the loc�s, where brothers, they smoke trees up with dust, and see, they bleed/ Then they plead/ Cause I�m on top, straight ballin/ Makin� love to my woman, but my music�s steady callin�, and never stallin/ But it comes to me, you should please let me have prophecy, yes, I make love to my music/I�m makin� love ...
-Krayzie Bone-
I love music/ Any kind of music, as long as it�s pumpin� to keep me thuggin self in check/ Maintain the mentality I got to keep my composure, and music�s the perfect potion/ When I�m coastin� roll a blunt up, roll �em up/Put some of them jams on (And jam on)/ And, nigga, we zonein�, so put on some old school, homie, let�s hit the dance floor/ Music really makes me happy/ When I�m stressin�, mental hot, I put on some instrumentals/ Stop, I think about what I done been through/ I put it to paper, then put it to wax, and kick some facts, sit back and relax, now everything is all right/ If it wasn�t for this music, I�d be dead, fuck a jail, �cause a nigga ain�t never goin� back to that hell/ Feel me, kill me/ And if it wasn�t for the man upstairs blessing me with talent, like the average thug nigga, would I vanish? (Voom)/ But this platinum got us niggas established/ Got us living lavish/ Apply yourself survival tactics, nigga, and yall can have it/ Even though it�s stress and strain in the game, one thing I can�t do is ... Is stop the music
-Chorus-
-Layzie Bone-
Nigga, it don't stop, and it won't stop �cause i just can't quit/ This game be runnin through my veins with nothin� but platinum hits/ And nigga it don't stop, �cause it won't stop, �cause it just don't quit/ This game be runnin� through my veins with nothin� but platinum shit/ Nigga I gotsta have it/ It�s like automatic rounds when I put this down/ Constantly fuckin up instrumentals, you remember that thuggish ruggish sound/ You can feel the love goin through the speakers, creepin, livin� life on the deep end/ Better believe you won�t catch me sleepin, put up a beat and I heat, dismiss the flames/ Nigga, cut the games, me and my music we sleep and eat together/ We hop in the Benz, get off in the winds, and we run the streets together/ And we on a mission to stick up the industry full throttle/ Mo Thugs, mo money the motto, so, nigga, the slugs that I bring come hollow/ Nigga we can do this in the song, or nigga we can do this in person/ Whatever you do when you cross the gunline boss, little Lay'll be puttin� his work in/ Cause me and my music, nigga, we don't take that shit/ Nigga, put the pen to the pad, get mad and I break that bitch/ Nigga, it's just the thug in me, mixed up with the indo and the Ol� E/ When I drop this thugsta poetry, I make all y'all know who the fuck I be, niggas!
