OG Kid Frost — Look at What I See

[Verse 1: A.L.T.] Domino, now we're in the mix I know that you holding tray-five and a double -six I got your money fool, now what you gonna do You're acting like them fools on the other side do But all that heebity-heebity shit is old We got 15 platinum to your one pussy ass gold (Hold up, wait a minute A.L.T. put some motherfucking curse once in) Now I'm back on the streets after five and the deuce And everybody's trying say there's a gang truce but fuck that I got to put away the one that put me in to the pen The one who made the stone from a grin No more old school fights, I got you in my sights My blast is going to light up the night If you're going to talk the talk, walk the walk Cause your body fits perfect in the outline chalk [Chorus: Diane Gordon & A.L.T.] Look at what I see... Look into my eyes.. Take a look at life through the eyes of a criminal [Verse 2: Frost] Take a look into my eyes, can you see what I see A day in the life of a G Cuffed up, ruffed up and kicked when I'm down Some say I play the tears of the clown West Coast down to the bone I made it on my own with my motherfucking rhymes and my chrome Money in the bank and the pound of dank A flight out to Kennedy, I think that's the remedy Just like the weed, man, them fools is wack Trying to rap on the West Coast gangsta track But that ain't happening and they ain't platinum Reach back like a pimp n' I'm slapping 'em Now should I take my .45 and demand mine Since I'm the hidden bomb, call me the land mine Straight up L.A., I'm West Coasting Never leave the pad without my .9 in my holster [Chorus: Diane Gordon & A.L.T.] Look at what I see... Look into my eyes.. Take a look at life through the eyes of a criminal Look at what I see... Look into my eyes.. Take a look at life through the eyes of a criminal [Verse 3: Frost & A.L.T.] Nineteen motherfucking '95 Balling through the hood with my 'Lac in drive Ragtop rag hitting side to side The Frost got tried, but for the bail's denied Just last week I was styling Picking up money, smiling as I was in Terminal Island I just made parole so it's time to stroll Pick up my man A.L.T. and we're roll Ayo, Frost pass the keys to the trunk So I can get the shells and the Mossberg pump So I can go wild like I don't give a fuck So I can make the pump 12 gauge go buck *shot* Take a look in life through the eyes of the criminal There's no picket-fences and life ain't sample I'm living day-to-day, homie check it I can take your life in the L.A. second [Chorus: Diane Gordon & A.L.T.] Look at what I see... Look into my eyes.. Take a look at life through the eyes of a criminal Look at what I see... Look into my eyes.. Take a look at life through the eyes of a criminal Look at what I see... Look into my eyes.. Take a look at life through the eyes of a criminal Look at what I see... Look into my eyes.. Take a look at life through the eyes of a criminal