Artist: Pacewon & Mr. Green Album: The Only Color That Matters Is Green Song: The Eye of a Needle Typed by: jostmatt at bluewin dot ch [ VERSE 1: Pacewon ] Cold days, Long John, snorkel Eyes scopin all new heads that walk through Stick-up kids, narcs and them auto squad Newark dudes Customers and new chicks to talk to Money in my pocket, the hustler's love You can't knock it, first the re-up, then the profit Next is me shoppin for a cute new droptop to hop in Candy apple, let's get it poppin Or maybe it's midnight blue, let's get it crackin Bathing Ape fashion, mall-to-mall dashin Chick to chick skippin, trippin Eight thousand dollars on champagne, sickenin Eyes pop right out the sockets, locked on what I'm dipped in Like I'm the Highlander and this is the quickenin Sporty like the Thievz, I got Pigeons Like Milk and Giz I'm Top-Billin Won [ CHORUS ] It's been a long time comin, I seen a lotta evil Felt a lotta pain and I lost a lotta people Did a couple things that I really didn't need to Hurt a couple people that I really didn't mean to If I could turn time back I would treat 'em regal Matter of fact, I'd treat everybody equal Then my world might just be so peaceful And I wouldn't view it through the eye of a needle [ VERSE 2: Pacewon ] Chancellor and Union like Crenshaw and Slauson There's more Bloods here than Red Sox in Boston One came through with a semi-auto flossin My boys didn't hesitate to let one run across him Now ( ? ) but look what it almost cost him His moms, grandma and his friends almost lost him We had him runnin more fast than Steve Austin He didn't wanna do it, somebody prolly forced him I hope he told that somebody that I'm awesome The .380 stay in the whip as a precaution A nine-m stay in my grip for any horsin Around, in a showdown, clown, I'm takin yours, son A little quote from Kane, Big Daddy I walk up and down the block with six baggies Lookin for the customers headed to me I hope I won't have to leave a brother dead in the street You know [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 3: Pacewon ] My life is like a sitcom with Mac-10s and Uzis gettin gripped on Little teenage bitches gettin they strip on By the day, by night gettin they trick on Little teenage niggas gettin they flip on Long tee hidin which gat the hip on Which hip the gat on, each beat I rap on Just another platform for me to yap on Peepee and crap on, ( ? ) and slap on Freak-leak and mack on, sneak, peek and snack on See me get back on beef, speak and snap on Mr. Green made 'em just for me to crack on To explain how I used to get my jack on And how I've changed to where you hear it in my rap song Extend my hand and get my dap on Do like Martin Luther King and get my black on [ CHORUS ]