Letras:Diplomats (The). More Than Music, Vol. 1. Open Your Eyez.

Open your eyes, there are only murderers in this room, this the life we chose the life we lead, and theres only one garantee, non of us will see heaven.

40 cal. Verse one

They call me 40 cal. see niggas try to conceal me,
In the court of law, if you touch me your guilty,
Now your finger prints filthy, your guilty your charged
this is grown man shit, for the realest of squads...

See my hood is a jungle, the block is a zoo,
im down da block from 40 wolves, and da tigers and drew,
cops bring gorilla warefare wit snipers on roofs, rifles to shoot, knifes in dey boot,
oh yeah its real homie,
And ill show you how dirty yo boy work,
ill make his blood splatter,
now you gotta dirty boy shirt, Churp.
Get more dirty wit em, if i heard he snitchin,
ill give his face a double-chopp like a dirty kitchen,
Na dats keepin it hood, yeah i be ina hood,
wit other street thug, be misunderstood.
See im from home of da sceam team, Alimo, Kareem Reid, Jam god, Scam Sarge, livin out his street dreams.
Same blocks killa cam, gruff, and L,
Now it 40, form 40th, aint much ta tell,
you know da story niggas sellin dope, tryna copp beddeth coke,
before Jackie Brown approach you,
wit da yellow envelope.
I tell her wow, slow down baby,
see my hood hot, find me up in yo town lately,
could remember as a youngin, used to hold down escape key,
now i gotta hold down a 4 pound safety.
Cuz in my hood shit go down crazy, like i aint da one dat da whole time hazy,
remember dro man, dro man
started from 4 grams,
'member tellin my man, get wit da program,
he said in 5 years we all ah blow up, i told em more like 5 dayz nigga grow up,
and get yo dough up, blow up, and get focused,
he said you know wat, a yo, its time ta make the donuts.
..was my first song, it was a verse long,
i couldnt stop it, its like i had a thirst. (chill) ....its crazy my nigga...

\"OPEN YOUR EYES\"

But let me get it back, its part 2 within 40,
na im a diplomat, i got immunity fa my story.
Dey wanna kno how i slice dimes,
night time, tight grind,
its too many fiendz i aint got time ta write rhymes,
So i dont and dats word to my momz, i quote,
shit, i aint write a rhyme since '99 (1999).
See all these lines just some thoughts i made,
i only pull my pen out when i toss a grenaide,
my warriors play, da 40th way,
when i spray, you stay, i make da corinna say
OPEN YOUR EYES, THERE ARE ONLY MURDERERS IN THIS ROOM
Its no video, ill shoot you like bing-boom
Im quite sure da cemetary got plenty room, scheme team to Jimmy's goons, commin fa ya really soon,
but niggas snitchin on ya, dats word ta Richard Porter, Porter gutta muthafuckas a switch up on ya.
OPEN YOUR EYES
Dont be suprised, you should of listen to da song nigga,
open yo eyes.
THIS IS THE LIFE WE CHOSE, THE LIFE WE LEAD, AND THERES ONLY ONE GARANTEE, NONE OF US WILL SEE HEAVEN 2X

(Thanks to Pimpin for these lyrics)