Eye For Eye-G-Unit

[Chorus] Ni**a you sh*t on me , I sh*t on you You put a hit on me, I put a hit on you A eye for an eye ni**a Survive the shots or die ni**a [Lloyd Banks] You can't hold 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 sh*t, 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 ni**a wouldn't be around if you was bummy yo, south side jamaica ni**a yeah thats where i come from, if you see a ni**a with me then it's 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 sh*t, smiling 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] Ni**a you sh*t on me , I sh*t on you You put a hit on me, I put a hit on you A eye for an eye ni**a Survive the shots or die ni**a [Young Buck] Walkin' and talkin' spit it how i live it ni**a, Came from the country, dirty south get it ni**a, 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 ni**a, I'm still in the game ni**a, There somethin' bout the sound of a trey-pound, That make me pull up, hop out and make a ni**a 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. You want to f**k with me, so make one more move and your dyyyyin', ain't the time for caught and hit me in the cryyyying, cause my niggas ain't goin'stop riiidin', so your gone [chorus] Ni**a you sh*t on me , I sh*t on you You put a hit on me, Iput a hit on you A eye for an eye ni**a Survive the shots or die ni**a [50] I got a hand gun habit, ni**a 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 a** niggas, Front and i'll put ya brains on that curbed fence ni**a, I ain't a marksman my spark and i'll spray sh*t, Enough rounds for the Hk i don't play b**ch, Move like i'm militant back on that gorilla sh*t, 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 f**k 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] Ni**a you sh*t on me , I sh*t on you You put a hit on me, I put a hit on you A eye for an eye ni**a Survive the shots or die ni**a