Eye For An Eye (your Beef Is Mines) Lyrics

Eye For An Eye (your Beef Is Mines)

featuring Nas Raekwon

Chorus:

As time goes by an eye for an
eye
We in this together son your beef is mines
So long as the sun shines
to light up the sky
We in this together son your beef is
mines

Chorus

Verse One: Prodigy

Let me start from the
beginning at the top of the list
KnowhatI'mean? Have a situation like
this
Another war story from a thirsty young hustler
Won't trust ya, I'd
rather bust ya, and leave your corpse
for the cops to discover, while I be
dippin in the Range Rover
All jewelled like Liberace
You watch me while
Jakes tryin to knock me and lock me
But I'll be on the low sippin Asti
Spumante
Niggaz try to creep on the side of my jeep
Stuck the heat
through the window rocked they ass to sleep
Over a 3-pack, it was a small
thing really yeah
but keep lettin them small things slide and be a
failure
If I'm out of town one of my crew'll take care of ya
The world is
ours and your team's inferior
You wanna bust caps I get, all up in your
area
Kidnap your children make the situation scarier
Life is a gamble, we
scramble for money
I might crack a smile but ain't a damn thing funny
I'm
caught up in the dirt where your hands get muddy
Plus the outcome turns out
to be lovely
Got G's in my pocket hit off my main squeeze
Push back, the
sunroof, let the cold air breeze
through the butter soft leather
upholestry
But mostly, keep the gat closely, cuz niggaz wanna toast
me

Verse Two: Havoc

Yo I gotta get mines, no matter what the
con-sequences
Count up my blessings, add up my weapons
Cock back the gat
and let my nine serve purpose
Sling do my thing organize fiend
servants
Tryin to make a mil is stress you know the deal
So we sling
drills get your cap peeled, cuz everything is real
cuz I wanna chill, laid
up in a jacuzzi
Sippin bubbly, with my fingers on the uzi
Try to
infiltrate my fort get caught
dead up in New York, my brain is packed with
criminal thoughts
Get your life lost never found again my friend
Mission
completed, watch you drop in less than ten
On my road to the riches, hittin
snitches off with mad stitches
Your last restin place'll be a ditch
kid
No one can stop me try your style's sloppy
Want to be me, you're just
an imitation copy
My theme is all about making the green
Livin up in
luxury, pushin phat whips and livin comfortably

Chorus

Verse
Three: Nas

A drug dealer's dream
Stash CREAM keys on a triple
beam
Five hundred SL green, ninety-five nickle gleam
Condominium, thug
dressed like a gentleman
Tailor made ostrich, Chanel for my women
friend
Murderin, numbers on your head while I'm burglarin
Shank is servin
em, whassup to all my niggaz swervin in
New York metropolis, the Bridge
brings apocalypse
Shoot at the clouds feels like, the holy beast is watchin
us
Mad man my sanity is goin like an hourglass
Gun inside my bad hand I
sliced tryin to bag grams
I got hoes that used to milk you
Niggaz who
could've killed you
Is down with my ill crew of psychoes
Nas Escobar
movin on your weak production
Pumpin corruption in the third world we just
bustin

Verse Four: Raekwon the Chef

Hold up and analyze the
wildcats slang cracks
they swing an axe, the new routines, be my eyes
black's
playin corners glancin all up in your cornea
Corner ya, seen cats
snatch monies up on ya
But late night, candlelight fiend with a crack
right
It's only right, feelin higher than an airplane right
Word yo, I
want to get this money then blow
Take my time, blast a nine, if you front
you go
Sip beers, the German ones, hand my guns to sons
Shaolin, and
Queensbridge we robbin niggaz for fun
But still, write my will out to my
seeds then build
Mahalia sing a tale but the real we still
kill

Chorus 2X

Outro: Raekwon

Uhhh
Lay back
Word up,
just bless em
with the bulletproof
Mobb Deep, Nas, Chef creation
for
your nation
Yeah