Eye for Eye - G-Unit
[Chorus]
N_gga you sh_t on me , i'll sh_t on you
You put a hit on me, i'll put a hit on you
A eye for an eye n_gga
Survive the shots or die n_gga
[Lloyd Banks]
You can't roll wit 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, ohhh no
I'm on that doggy style sh_t, man i don't love a hoe
apple 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 n_gga wouldn't be around if you was bummy yo,
south side jamaica n_gga yeah thats where i come from,
if you see a n_gga with me then theres more than one gun,
five straight soldier ain't that tired of being the dumb one,
or even satisfied being another n_ggas dun-dun,
we all know friendships turn sour when you gettin it,
some n_ggas hate me in the hood but i don't owe them n_ggas sh_t,
smilein' all up in my face like i don't know them n_ggas sick,
but i can care less, i'm on the album and i'm gettin' rich.
[Chorus]
N_gga you sh_t on me , i'll sh_t on you
You put a hit on me, i'll put a hit on you
A eye for an eye n_gga
Survive the shots or die n_gga
[Young Buck]
Walkin' and talkin' spit it how i live it n_gga,
Came from the country, dirty south get it n_gga,
Feds tryin to question me, they run up in my hotel,
they said there wasn't shootin', but they found no shells,
New york city, hell they throwin' n_ggas 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 n_gga,
I'm still in the game n_gga,
There somethin' bout the sound of a trey-pound,
That make me pull up, hop out and make a n_gga lay down,
See every time we round' ya hear some shots go off,
And n_ggas get there chains snatched when they try and show off,
Shoot outs in broad day we do it the mob way,
And come to find out these n_ggas is softer than shawty,
I'mma keep livin my life with a pistol in my palm and a wrist full of ice,
you can call me the don.
[chorus]
N_gga you sh_t on me , i'll sh_t on you
You put a hit on me, i'll put a hit on you
A eye for an eye n_gga
Survive the shots or die n_gga
[50]
I got a hand gun habit, n_gga front i'll let ya have it,
When the shots go off cops sayin 50 back at it,
I'm alergic to the feathers on these bird ass n_ggas,
Front and i'll put ya brains on that curbed fence n_gga,
I ain't a marksman my spark and i'll spray sh_t,
Enough rounds for the Hk i don't play b_tch,
Move like i'm militant back on that gorilla sh_t,
Moody, disrespectful, i'm ruley but n_ggas 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 f_ck 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 hurst,
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.
[Chorus X2]
N_gga you sh_t on me , i'll sh_t on you
You put a hit on me, i'll put a hit on you
A eye for an eye n_gga
Survive the shots or die n_gga
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