[Intro]

Yeah, M.A, Ed-O

Take a look at my eyes

Take a look at my eyes, and tell me what you see

When you look at me, wutuwankno now

[Verse 1: Masta Ace]

I'ma speak to the fans now and answer questions

So there's no room for errors, no chance for guessing

That's the reason why on this track I choose to rap

It's to make sure that none of y'all confuse the facts

'Cause no I never moved to Cali

I just had a bitch in Compton and a few in the valley

And "Born to Roll" never went gold or so I'm told

I never did find out how much the shit sold

And no I ain't sore at Marley

Though I rarely ever see him and I call him hardly

And no I never lived in the 'Bridge

But Craig and Shante did as kids

Straight from the 'Ville, had to catch the train

No I never picked a pocket or snatched a chain

I was way too deep in the music

God gave me a gift, I decided to keep it and use it

And no I wasn't dissing Ghost

Before you try to spread beef, you should listen close

I gotta watch what I'm yelling fella

'Cause some fans dumb like Helen Keller

Nah, label ain't off the ground

But we bound to get y'all niggas open off the sound

Now we ain't got our office yet

But we got big plans like a architect

Take a look

[Chorus]

Take a look at my eyes, and tell me what you see

When you look at me, wutuwankno now

Take a look at my life, and tell me what you see

When you look at me, wutuwankno now

Take a look at my eyes, and tell me what you see

When you look at me, wutuwankno now

Take a look at my life, and tell me what you see

When you look at me, please I gotta go now

[Verse 2: Edo. G]

What's up M.A

I see the look of concern and fate, it's ya turn to wait

I play the judge, and the jury and adjourn late

See, that tend to happen when you learn hate

Edo left out good, but returned great

And now I'm about to face the city

Plus I got a case with Diddy

For jacking my classic

"I Got to Have It" beat that's so gritty, I'm so witty

And y'all niggas is so pretty

Outside of Boston, people ask me about Benzino

Are we cool, do we got beef, or is we peoples?

We could debate on that, but I guess y'all got to wait on that

Now hate on that nigga, and stop stirring up beef

You turning up grief, when you doubt your beliefs

Stay out of grown folk business

We young entrepreneurs that own our own business

I answer questions like a witness

To chop your crew down, with no forgiveness

Take a look in his eyes

He's an angel on the outside, but a crook in disguise

Now take a look

[Chorus]

Take a look at my eyes, and tell me what you see

When you look at me, wutuwankno now

Take a look at my life, and tell me what you see

When you look at me, wutuwankno now

Take a look at my eyes, and tell me what you see

When you look at me, wutuwankno now

Take a look at my life, and tell me what you see

When you look at me, please I gotta go now

[Verse 3: Masta Ace]

Look here, I gotta go, be fair, I got a show

You here, you kind of slow, oh yeah, you got to know

Well, I do got a lot to tell

And a book 'bout my life got a shot to sell

Yeah, them raps 'bout them rise, I was one of the first

But them facts niggas hide like a gun in a purse

Yeah I made you put them chromey things on your cars

And yeah, I used to hang with some porno stars

Strip clubs on a weekly basis

You used to, see these faces in some freaky places

But all that's behind me, it's not the same

When you reach a certain age, life is not a game

I was in the fast lane, I was out for speed

But now I got more than one mouth to feed

Yeah, it used to be all about a hump and a rub

But I ain't tryin' be that old nigga up in the club

U'Wan'Kno

[Chorus]

Take a look at my eyes, and tell me what you see

When you look at me, wutuwankno now

Take a look at my life, and tell me what you see

When you look at me, wutuwankno now

Take a look at my eyes, and tell me what you see

When you look at me, wutuwankno now

Take a look at my life, and tell me what you see

When you look at me, please I gotta go now