G-unit Lyrics
"Eye
For Eye"
[Chorus]
Nigga
you shit on me , i'll shit on you
You put a hit on me, i'll put a hit on you
A
eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga
[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 shit,
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 nigga wouldn't
be around if you was bummy yo,
south side jamaica nigga yeah thats where i
come from,
if you see a nigga 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 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,
smilein'
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.
[Chorus]
Nigga
you shit on me , i'll shit on you
You put a hit on me, i'll put a hit on you
A
eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga
[Young
Buck]
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 wasn't 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,
Shoot outs in broad day we
do it the mob way,
And come to find out these niggas 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]
Nigga
you shit on me , i'll shit on you
You put a hit on me, i'll put a hit on you
A
eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga
[50]
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 alergic to the feathers on these bird ass niggas,
Front
and i'll put ya brains on that curbed fence 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 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]
Nigga
you shit on me , i'll shit on you
You put a hit on me, i'll put a hit on you
A
eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga
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