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50 Cent - Eye For Eye lyrics
Yeah, I like the way this feel
 This make me wanna just
 (G-G-G-Unit)
 Buck somethin'
 (G-UNIT)
 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
Get 'em, Banks
 They can't hold me
 I'm Lloyd Banks, the one and only
 Not your buddy, not your pal, not your homey
 But ain't a government around that can control me
 Oh, no
 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
 South side, 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
 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
 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 hotel
 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-pound50 Cent - Eye For Eye - http://motolyrics.com/50-cent/eye-for-eye-lyrics.html
 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
 We got the Henny
 So, make one wrong move and you're dying
 Ain't no time for coppin' a plea and crying
 'Cause my niggaz ain't gon' stop ridin'
 So, you gone
 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
 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
 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
 Move like I'm militant, back on that gorilla shit
 Moody, disrespectful, unruly but niggaz can't move me
 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
 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
 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









