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Eye for Eye歌词
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    Artist: G-Unit
    Album: Beg for Mercy
    Song: Eye for Eye
    [50 Cent]
    Yeah, I like the way this feel
    This make me wanna just (G-G-G-G, G-Unit!)
    Buck somethin, hahaha (G-UNIT!)
    [Chorus: 50 Cent]
    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
    [50] Get 'em Banks!
    [Verse One: Lloyd Banks - singing]
    They can't hold me
    I'm Lloyd Banks the one and on-ly
    Not your buddy, not your pal, not your ho-mey
    But ain't a government around that can control me
    Oh no!!!
    [rapping]
    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
    Southside 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
    [Chorus]
    [Verse Two: Young Buck]
    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 ho-tel
    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
    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
    [Interlude: singing]
    We got the Hei-ny
    So make one wrong move and you're dy-ing
    Ain't no time for coppin a plea and cry-ing
    Cause my niggaz ain't gon' stop ridin'
    So you gone
    [Chorus]
    [Verse Three: 50 Cent]
    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 (yea)
    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 (uh-huh)
    Move like I'm militant, back on that gorilla shit
    Moody, disrespectful, unruly, but niggaz can't move me (yea)
    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
    [Chorus]
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