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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Baatin
Vocals
J Dilla
Vocals
T3
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Dewitt Yancey
Songwriter
T. Glover
Songwriter
R.L. Altman III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kirk Yano
Recording Engineer
Frank Amato
Recording Engineer
J Dilla
Producer
Todd Fairall
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Chorus]
Fake **** (What?)
Talkin' shit about me and about my clique (What?)
What to do, what to do (What to do)
Keep your (Eyes up)
Where you at? Where you at? Where you at?
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Keep your (Eyes up)
[Refrain]
T3, keep your self-respect alive
Jay Dee don't do no party for free, no lie
Baatin levitatin' up in the sky
SV got they eyes on the prize, well, uh
SV got they eyes on the prize, well, uh
SV, SV, uh
[Verse 1]
One on one, havin' some fun in my master suite (Suite)
Two is better than one, let's make it a masterpiece (Piece)
You love it when my crew say we from the D (D)
You remember my crew, say we will forever be (Be)
I hate it when these motherfuckers player-hate me (What?)
Motorbot, the executioner of wack MCs
Motorbot, makin' sure **** is casualties
Juggernaut, you can see my crew will never be soft
SV, we the type of crew that never fall off
[Chorus]
Eyes up
Where you at? Where you at? Where you at? Where you at?
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
Eyes up
[Refrain]
Jay Dee don't do no parties for free, no lie (Aight)
Jay Dee don't do no parties for free, no lie (Aight)
Jay Dee don't do no parties for free, no lie (Yo, I said, aight)
Where you at? Where you at? Come on, come on (Yo, yo)
[Verse 2]
You say, say, say (What?), my jam knocks
We knockin' motherfuckers out they damn socks
We mastered this, the S to the padlock
Been makin' money, I been had a fat knot
Been loopin' up the shit to make your head nod
You say, say, say (What?), my jam knocks
You can hear me comin' up for damn blocks
Since a kid, I ain't never played with damn blocks
And I was never ever known to cock-block
Like jealous **** that must wanna get socked
These **** make me wanna cop a damn Glock
You say, say, say (Huh?), my jam knocks
These ladies know Jay can make the bed rock
Be hittin' like Bamm-Bamm in Bedrock
Compare the S to 'gators, we them big blocks
We stir fry motherfuckers like a damn wok
Rock and roll **** like my man Mop
So when my band rocks, watch the fans flock, flock
You say, say, say (Huh?), my jam knocks
You can say the S is the soul shock
The sure shot, known to make 'em shellshocked
The thievingest cats, used to pop locks
I still Errol Flynn, I used to pop-lock
The S twist shit up like a dreadlock (Huh)
You say, say, say (Huh?), my jam knocks
You say, say, say (What? What?), my jam knocks
So keep your—
[Chorus]
Eyes up
Where you at? Where you at? Where you at?
Uh-huh, uh huh-huh, uh-huh, uh huh-huh
Eyes up
[Refrain]
T3, keep your self-respect alive (Aight, aight)
T3, keep your self-respect alive (Uh, uh, aight)
T3, keep your self-respect alive (Yo)
[Verse 3]
It's like, again, y'all, the, the, the one, two
It's like, again, y'all, uh, uh, one, two
It's like makin' money's critical, rap written lyrical
Some MCs will never know what we keep on giving it
To make the music beautiful and we keep deliverin'
Y'all **** pitiful and I ain't forgivin' it
I should do some ill shit, like, like, like break your ligaments
Then you would be feelin' shit, know that we doin' shit
And if you do some shit, know who you fuckin' with
Never fuck around with the clique
If you fuck around with the clique, you might get your melon split
Uh-wuh, again, y'all, uh-wuh, one, two
It's like, uh-wuh, again, y'all, uh-wuh, one, two, it's like
[Chorus]
Eyes up
Where you at? Where you at? Where you at? Where you at?
Come on, come on, it's like
Eyes up
[Refrain]
T3, keep ya self-respect alive
Jay Dee don't do no parties for free, no lie (Aight)
Baatin levitatin' up in the sky (Aight)
SV got they eyes on the prize, well, uh (Aight)
SV got they eyes on the prize, well, uh (Aight)
SV got they eyes on the prize, well, uh (Aight)
SV, SV, SV, SV, SV
Written by: James Dewitt Yancey, R.L. Altman III, T. Glover