Look Thru My Eyes Chords by Dmx
Tempo:
95.95 bpm
Chords used:
B
Bm
C#
A#
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[N] They say [B] your head ain't bright, but I see [Bm] your eyes all foggy.
I see your eyes all foggy.
Judge not, judge not, it should be judged first.
My nigga, my nigga, look in my eyes.
You and I, you and I, you and I, me.
All for my feud, my trophy.
They know why I hurt the streets.
[B] Burnin' in hell, but don't deserve to be.
Got [A#] niggas that don't even know that wanna murder me.
Just [C#] because they heard of me, and they know that.
The dog is for [Bm] real, the bark is for real.
When you see that spark, it'll kill.
People out parkin' and chill.
Take it over there, walk with it.
My yo, the [C#] galley ball from my back in New [B] York with it.
Come through fine, up 129.
Up the school street, cause I come through [Bm] mine.
Bark at my dogs, get at me nigga.
Bark, bark, bark, get at me nigga.
With the dead lips, never forget what real is.
The cats that used to say, extra [A#] messy.
Now we stay less, [B] can't help, fearless.
Put the goosebumps on your arms, take it there.
If you want, but I lose chunks with the bums.
To come, before the storm.
Dr.
Jekyll and Mr.
Hyde, and [G] it's getting warm.
Feel [Bm] me yo.
Look me in my eyes, hear what I speak.
Do what I do, be what I be.
Walk on my shoes, hurt your feet.
Ain't no way [B] I, I'm Ericka Street.
Look me in my eyes, hear what I speak.
Do what [Bm] I do, be what I be.
Walk on my shoes, hurt your feet.
Ain't no way I, I'm Ericka Street.
[B] I can understand why y'all niggas are scared of me.
And why the big dogs [A#] never wanted to play fair with [Bm] me.
Cause I leave blood, wherever I go.
Wherever [A#] I flow, wherever I blow.
Niggas who know, I can go.
Feel [B] me yo.
But this ain't about the [C#] talk.
That gets niggas where they [B] about to spark.
About to spark.
Take it to the heart, cause it's real like that.
Give em chill.
How do I make em feel like [E] that?
Shit is real.
What you don't know is gonna [B] get ya, with the stare.
What you don't know is gonna [Bm] split ya.
I can blaze tracks, make niggas play racks and play snacks.
Payback's a bitch, didn't he used to say that?
Play around the dirt, you get mud.
Cause you know, I can even spread love or shed blood.
And blood shed, turn to mud red.
Real sticky.
I can hit [B] you from the roof.
Make it [Bm] a quickie.
For real.
Do what I do.
Do what I do.
Do what I do.
Do what I do.
Walk in my studio.
Learn your feet.
And know why I get dirty.
[B] Yes.
Do what I do.
Do what I do.
Do what I do.
Walk in my studio.
Learn your feet.
And know why I get dirty.
I bare my soul, niggas with damn.
My roll gives a nigga hard to go but with a hoe
Lost [D] off control, my shoulders hold a lot of weight
Just like first I'm sold to eighth and [B] told it's not an eight
Been inside the state and it's too late [D] for changes to be made
That's what I get for fucking with strangers in the shade
[Bm] This is it, that nigga's got to give me a plate
For the same reason that slave chose to give me the weight
Take away hate, [B] now I'm supposed to love the one that cursed me
[Bm] The one that wouldn't give me a cup of water when I was thirsty
[B] It was always him first, me, but now I gotta teach him
Personal feelings put aside, just [D] now I gotta reach him
[Bm] What I'd like to do is turn my head like I don't know
But it seems like I've been called on the show, so I'ma show him
And if you've never met me, then you've no right to judge me
You got a good heart, but that's hard to get out of me
You know why I do what I do, do what I do, do what I be
Walk in my shoes, hurt [C#] your feet
You know why I hurt your feet
[Bm] You know why I do what I do, do what I do, do what I be
Walk in my shoes, hurt your feet
You know why I hurt your feet
Feel the pain, feel the joy
Of a man [C#] who was never a boy, okay?
[Bm] [C#]
[Bm]
I see your eyes all foggy.
Judge not, judge not, it should be judged first.
My nigga, my nigga, look in my eyes.
You and I, you and I, you and I, me.
All for my feud, my trophy.
They know why I hurt the streets.
[B] Burnin' in hell, but don't deserve to be.
Got [A#] niggas that don't even know that wanna murder me.
Just [C#] because they heard of me, and they know that.
The dog is for [Bm] real, the bark is for real.
When you see that spark, it'll kill.
People out parkin' and chill.
Take it over there, walk with it.
My yo, the [C#] galley ball from my back in New [B] York with it.
Come through fine, up 129.
Up the school street, cause I come through [Bm] mine.
Bark at my dogs, get at me nigga.
Bark, bark, bark, get at me nigga.
With the dead lips, never forget what real is.
The cats that used to say, extra [A#] messy.
Now we stay less, [B] can't help, fearless.
Put the goosebumps on your arms, take it there.
If you want, but I lose chunks with the bums.
To come, before the storm.
Dr.
Jekyll and Mr.
Hyde, and [G] it's getting warm.
Feel [Bm] me yo.
Look me in my eyes, hear what I speak.
Do what I do, be what I be.
Walk on my shoes, hurt your feet.
Ain't no way [B] I, I'm Ericka Street.
Look me in my eyes, hear what I speak.
Do what [Bm] I do, be what I be.
Walk on my shoes, hurt your feet.
Ain't no way I, I'm Ericka Street.
[B] I can understand why y'all niggas are scared of me.
And why the big dogs [A#] never wanted to play fair with [Bm] me.
Cause I leave blood, wherever I go.
Wherever [A#] I flow, wherever I blow.
Niggas who know, I can go.
Feel [B] me yo.
But this ain't about the [C#] talk.
That gets niggas where they [B] about to spark.
About to spark.
Take it to the heart, cause it's real like that.
Give em chill.
How do I make em feel like [E] that?
Shit is real.
What you don't know is gonna [B] get ya, with the stare.
What you don't know is gonna [Bm] split ya.
I can blaze tracks, make niggas play racks and play snacks.
Payback's a bitch, didn't he used to say that?
Play around the dirt, you get mud.
Cause you know, I can even spread love or shed blood.
And blood shed, turn to mud red.
Real sticky.
I can hit [B] you from the roof.
Make it [Bm] a quickie.
For real.
Do what I do.
Do what I do.
Do what I do.
Do what I do.
Walk in my studio.
Learn your feet.
And know why I get dirty.
[B] Yes.
Do what I do.
Do what I do.
Do what I do.
Walk in my studio.
Learn your feet.
And know why I get dirty.
I bare my soul, niggas with damn.
My roll gives a nigga hard to go but with a hoe
Lost [D] off control, my shoulders hold a lot of weight
Just like first I'm sold to eighth and [B] told it's not an eight
Been inside the state and it's too late [D] for changes to be made
That's what I get for fucking with strangers in the shade
[Bm] This is it, that nigga's got to give me a plate
For the same reason that slave chose to give me the weight
Take away hate, [B] now I'm supposed to love the one that cursed me
[Bm] The one that wouldn't give me a cup of water when I was thirsty
[B] It was always him first, me, but now I gotta teach him
Personal feelings put aside, just [D] now I gotta reach him
[Bm] What I'd like to do is turn my head like I don't know
But it seems like I've been called on the show, so I'ma show him
And if you've never met me, then you've no right to judge me
You got a good heart, but that's hard to get out of me
You know why I do what I do, do what I do, do what I be
Walk in my shoes, hurt [C#] your feet
You know why I hurt your feet
[Bm] You know why I do what I do, do what I do, do what I be
Walk in my shoes, hurt your feet
You know why I hurt your feet
Feel the pain, feel the joy
Of a man [C#] who was never a boy, okay?
[Bm] [C#]
[Bm]
Key:
B
Bm
C#
A#
D
B
Bm
C#
[N] They say [B] your head ain't bright, but I see [Bm] your eyes all foggy.
I see your eyes all foggy.
_ _ Judge not, judge not, it should be judged first.
My nigga, my nigga, look in my eyes.
You and I, you and I, you and I, me.
All for my feud, my trophy.
They know why I hurt the streets.
[B] Burnin' in hell, but don't deserve to be.
Got [A#] niggas that don't even know that wanna murder me.
Just [C#] because they heard of me, and they know that.
The dog is for [Bm] real, the bark is for real.
When you see that spark, it'll kill.
People out parkin' and chill.
Take it over there, walk with it.
My yo, the [C#] galley ball from my back in New [B] York with it.
Come through fine, up 129.
Up the school street, cause I come through [Bm] mine.
Bark at my dogs, get at me nigga.
Bark, bark, bark, get at me nigga.
With the dead lips, never forget what real is.
The cats that used to say, extra [A#] messy.
Now we stay less, [B] can't help, fearless.
Put the goosebumps on your arms, take it there.
If you want, but I lose chunks with the bums.
To come, before the storm.
Dr.
Jekyll and Mr.
Hyde, and [G] it's getting warm.
Feel [Bm] me yo.
Look me in my eyes, hear what I speak.
Do what I do, be what I be.
Walk on my shoes, hurt your feet.
Ain't no way [B] I, I'm Ericka Street.
Look me in my eyes, hear what I speak.
Do what [Bm] I do, be what I be.
Walk on my shoes, hurt your feet.
Ain't no way I, I'm Ericka Street.
[B] I can understand why y'all niggas are scared of me.
And why the big dogs [A#] never wanted to play fair with [Bm] me.
Cause I leave blood, wherever I go.
Wherever [A#] I flow, wherever I blow.
Niggas who know, I can go.
Feel [B] me yo.
But this ain't about the [C#] talk.
That gets niggas where they [B] about to spark.
About to spark.
Take it to the heart, cause it's real like that.
Give em chill.
How do I make em feel like [E] that?
Shit is real.
What you don't know is gonna [B] get ya, with the stare.
What you don't know is gonna [Bm] split ya.
I can blaze tracks, make niggas play racks and play snacks.
Payback's a bitch, didn't he used to say that?
Play around the dirt, you get mud.
Cause you know, I can even spread love or shed blood.
And blood shed, turn to mud red.
Real sticky.
I can hit [B] you from the roof.
Make it [Bm] a quickie.
For real.
Do what I do.
_ Do what I do.
Do what I do.
Do what I do.
Walk in my studio.
Learn your feet.
And know why I get dirty.
[B] Yes.
Do what I do.
Do what I do.
Do what I do.
Walk in my studio.
Learn your feet.
And know why I get dirty.
I bare my soul, niggas with damn.
My roll gives a nigga hard to go but with a hoe
Lost [D] off control, my shoulders hold a lot of weight
Just like first I'm sold to eighth and [B] told it's not an eight
Been inside the state and it's too late [D] for changes to be made
That's what I get for fucking with strangers in the shade
[Bm] This is it, that nigga's got to give me a plate
For the same reason that slave chose to give me the weight
Take away hate, [B] now I'm supposed to love the one that cursed me
[Bm] The one that wouldn't give me a cup of water when I was thirsty
[B] It was always him first, me, but now I gotta teach him
Personal feelings put aside, just [D] now I gotta reach him
[Bm] What I'd like to do is turn my head like I don't know
But it seems like I've been called on the show, so I'ma show him
And if you've never met me, then you've no right to judge me
You got a good heart, but that's hard to get out of me
You know why I do what I do, do what I do, do what I be
Walk in my shoes, hurt [C#] your feet
You know why I hurt your feet
[Bm] You know why I do what I do, do what I do, do what I be
Walk in my shoes, hurt your feet
You know why I hurt your feet
Feel the pain, feel the joy
Of a man [C#] who was never a boy, okay?
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I see your eyes all foggy.
_ _ Judge not, judge not, it should be judged first.
My nigga, my nigga, look in my eyes.
You and I, you and I, you and I, me.
All for my feud, my trophy.
They know why I hurt the streets.
[B] Burnin' in hell, but don't deserve to be.
Got [A#] niggas that don't even know that wanna murder me.
Just [C#] because they heard of me, and they know that.
The dog is for [Bm] real, the bark is for real.
When you see that spark, it'll kill.
People out parkin' and chill.
Take it over there, walk with it.
My yo, the [C#] galley ball from my back in New [B] York with it.
Come through fine, up 129.
Up the school street, cause I come through [Bm] mine.
Bark at my dogs, get at me nigga.
Bark, bark, bark, get at me nigga.
With the dead lips, never forget what real is.
The cats that used to say, extra [A#] messy.
Now we stay less, [B] can't help, fearless.
Put the goosebumps on your arms, take it there.
If you want, but I lose chunks with the bums.
To come, before the storm.
Dr.
Jekyll and Mr.
Hyde, and [G] it's getting warm.
Feel [Bm] me yo.
Look me in my eyes, hear what I speak.
Do what I do, be what I be.
Walk on my shoes, hurt your feet.
Ain't no way [B] I, I'm Ericka Street.
Look me in my eyes, hear what I speak.
Do what [Bm] I do, be what I be.
Walk on my shoes, hurt your feet.
Ain't no way I, I'm Ericka Street.
[B] I can understand why y'all niggas are scared of me.
And why the big dogs [A#] never wanted to play fair with [Bm] me.
Cause I leave blood, wherever I go.
Wherever [A#] I flow, wherever I blow.
Niggas who know, I can go.
Feel [B] me yo.
But this ain't about the [C#] talk.
That gets niggas where they [B] about to spark.
About to spark.
Take it to the heart, cause it's real like that.
Give em chill.
How do I make em feel like [E] that?
Shit is real.
What you don't know is gonna [B] get ya, with the stare.
What you don't know is gonna [Bm] split ya.
I can blaze tracks, make niggas play racks and play snacks.
Payback's a bitch, didn't he used to say that?
Play around the dirt, you get mud.
Cause you know, I can even spread love or shed blood.
And blood shed, turn to mud red.
Real sticky.
I can hit [B] you from the roof.
Make it [Bm] a quickie.
For real.
Do what I do.
_ Do what I do.
Do what I do.
Do what I do.
Walk in my studio.
Learn your feet.
And know why I get dirty.
[B] Yes.
Do what I do.
Do what I do.
Do what I do.
Walk in my studio.
Learn your feet.
And know why I get dirty.
I bare my soul, niggas with damn.
My roll gives a nigga hard to go but with a hoe
Lost [D] off control, my shoulders hold a lot of weight
Just like first I'm sold to eighth and [B] told it's not an eight
Been inside the state and it's too late [D] for changes to be made
That's what I get for fucking with strangers in the shade
[Bm] This is it, that nigga's got to give me a plate
For the same reason that slave chose to give me the weight
Take away hate, [B] now I'm supposed to love the one that cursed me
[Bm] The one that wouldn't give me a cup of water when I was thirsty
[B] It was always him first, me, but now I gotta teach him
Personal feelings put aside, just [D] now I gotta reach him
[Bm] What I'd like to do is turn my head like I don't know
But it seems like I've been called on the show, so I'ma show him
And if you've never met me, then you've no right to judge me
You got a good heart, but that's hard to get out of me
You know why I do what I do, do what I do, do what I be
Walk in my shoes, hurt [C#] your feet
You know why I hurt your feet
[Bm] You know why I do what I do, do what I do, do what I be
Walk in my shoes, hurt your feet
You know why I hurt your feet
Feel the pain, feel the joy
Of a man [C#] who was never a boy, okay?
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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