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G-Unit( G Unit )
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Eye for Eye
Lyricist:David Brown, T Cottrell, Curtis Jackson, Christopher Lloyd, E Raskin
Nigga you shit on me, I shit on you You put a hit on me, I put a hit on you A eye for an eye nigga Survive the shots or die nigga
You can't hold me I'm Lloyd Banks the one and only Not your buddy, not your pal, not your homie There ain't a government around that can control me, oh, no
I'm on that doggy style shit, man, I don't love a hoe Papa wasn't around so I had to let my brother know Never stay in center, play the back and let your money grow Most them niggas wouldn't be around if you was bummy yo
South side, Jamaica neighbor, yeah, that's where I come from If you see a nigga with me then it's more than one gun Five straight soldier ain't that tired of being the dumb one Or you satisfied being another niggas dun-dun
We all know friendships turn sour when you gettin' it Some niggas hate me in the hood but I don't owe them niggas shit Smiling all up in my face like I don't know them niggas sick But I can care less, I'm on the album and I'm gettin' rich
Nigga you shit on me, I shit on you You put a hit on me, I put a hit on you A eye for an eye nigga Survive the shots or die nigga
Walkin' and talkin', spit it how I live it nigga Came from the country, dirty south get it nigga Feds tryin' to question me, they run up in my hotel They said there was a shootin' but they found no shells
New York City, hell they throwin' niggas under jails I got love for them and I ain't even from there Now bust a shot for them boys on the block I can feel your pain nigga, I'm still in the game nigga
There somethin' 'bout the sound of a trey-pound That make me pull up, hop out and make a nigga lay down See every time we 'round ya hear some shots go off And niggas get there chains snatched when they try and show off
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Shoot outs in broad day, we do it the mob way And come to find out this niggas softer than shawty I'm ma keep livin' my life with a pistol in my palm And a wrist full of ice, you can call me the don
We want tha eye an' son Make one wrong move and your dyin' Ain't no time for coppin' heat nigga ya crying 'Cause my niggas ain't goin' stop ridin', so you gone
Nigga you shit on me , I shit on you You put a hit on me, I put a hit on you An eye for an eye nigga Survive the shots or die nigga
I got a hand gun habit, nigga front I'll let ya have it When the shots go off cops sayin' 50 back at it I'm allergic to the feathers on these bird ass niggas Front and I'll put ya brains on that curb fast nigga
I ain't a marksman my spark and I'll spray shit Enough rounds for the Hk, I don't play bitch Move like I'm militant back on that gorilla shit Moody, disrespectful, I'm ruley but niggas can't move me
I squeeze till I run outta ammo, if it's a problem, it's handled I'll have your people pourin' out liquor and lightin' candles You fuck around I'll blow your brains on my New York times Run home, turn to the sports section and read your mind
It's crystal clear, you should feel when that gat bust First it's crime scene tape then you end up in that black herse We don't go to funerals but we'll go to your wake fam View your body all banged up, you made a mistake man
Nigga you shit on me, I shit on you You put a hit on me, I put a hit on you An eye for an eye nigga Survive the shots or die nigga
Nigga you shit on me, I shit on you You put a hit on me, I put a hit on you An eye for an eye nigga Survive the shots or die nigga
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