Eye For Eye Lyrics

Yea, I like the way this feel This makes me wanna just (G G G G G G-Unit) Bucks up! haha haha (Female voice "G-Unit") Yea. 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 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 niggas 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 Smellin' 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'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 (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 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 [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/eye-for-eye-lyrics-gunit.html ] 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 motherfucker We want the eye 'n' son make one wrong move and your dyin' Ain't no time for coppin' heat nigga ya cryin' 'Cause my niggas ain't goin'stop ridin', so you gone 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 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 H K 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 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 (Die nigga) 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 (Die nigga)