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50 Cent
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Eye For Eye
Yeah, I like the way this feel
This make me wanna just
(G-G-G-Unit)
Buck somethin'
(G-UNIT)
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
Get 'em, Banks
They can't hold me
I'm Lloyd Banks, the one and only
Not your buddy, not your pal, not your homey
But ain't a government around that can control me
Oh, no
Uhh, I'm on that 'Doggystyle' shit, man, I don't love a hoe
Poppa wasn't 'round, so, I had to let my brother know
Never stay at center, play the back and let your money grow
Most them niggaz 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 there's more than one gun
Fly straight soldier, ain'tcha tired of bein the dumb one?
Or are you satisfied bein another nigga's 'Dun-Dunn'?
We all know friendships turnin' sour when you gettin' it
Some niggaz hate me in the hood but I don't owe them niggaz shit
Smilin' all up my face like I don't know them niggaz sick
But I can care less, I'm on the Island 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
An eye for an eye, nigga
Survive the shots or die, nigga
Walk it and talk it, spit it, how I live it, nigga
Came from the country, Dirty South get it, nigga
Feds try and 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' niggaz under jails
I got love for dem and I ain't even from dere
Now, bust a shot for dem boys on da block
I can feel your pain, nigga, I'm still in the game, nigga
There's somethin' 'bout the sound of a trey-pound
That make me pull up, hop out and make a nigga lay down
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See, every time we 'round, you hear some shots go off
And niggaz get they chains snatched when they tryin' to show off
Shootouts in broad day, we do it the mob way
And come to find out, these niggaz softer than Sade'
I'ma keep livin' my life with a pistol in my palm
And a wrist full of ice, you can call me a Don, motherfucker
We got the Henny
So, make one wrong move and you're dying
Ain't no time for coppin' a plea and crying
'Cause my niggaz ain't gon' 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 handgun habit, nigga, front I'll let you have it
When the shots go off, cops sayin', 50 back at it
I'm allergic to the feathers on these bird-ass niggaz
Front and I'll put your brains on that curb fast, nigga
I ain't a marksman, one spark and I spray shit
'Nuff rounds from that H-K, I don't play bitch
Move like I'm militant, back on that gorilla shit
Moody, disrespectful, unruly but niggaz can't move me
I squeeze 'til I run out of ammo, if it's a problem, it's handled
I have your people pourin' our liquor and lightin' candles
You fuck around I 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 there's crime scene tape, then you end up in that black hearse
We don't go to funerals but we'll go to your wake fam
Do 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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