G-unit Eye For An Eye Lyrics

Eye For An Eye Lyrics

[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