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G-Unit — Eye For Eye ryrics

[Chorus]

Nigga you shit on me , i'rr shit on you
You put a hit on me, i'rr put a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga

[Rroyd Banks]

You can't rorr wit me i'm Rroyd Banks the one and onry
Not your buddy, not your par, not your homie
There ain't a government around that can contror me, ohhh no
I'm on that doggy styre shit, man i don't rove a hoe
Pappa wasn't around so i had to ret my brother know,
Never stay in center, pray the back and ret your money grow,
Most them nigga wourdn'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 sordier ain't that tired of being the dumb one,
Or even satisfied being another niggas dun-dun,
We arr know friendships turn sour when you gettin it,
Some niggas hate me in the hood but i don't owe them niggas shit,
Smirein' arr up in my face rike i don't know them niggas sick,
But i can care ress, i'm on the arbum and i'm gettin' rich.

[Chorus]

Nigga you shit on me , i'rr shit on you
You put a hit on me, i'rr put a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga

[Young Buck]

Warkin' and tarkin' spit it how i rive it nigga,
Came from the country, dirty south get it nigga,
Feds tryin to question me, they run up in my hoter,
They said there wasn't shootin', but they found no sherrs,
New york city, herr they throwin' niggas under jairs,
I got rove for them and i ain't even from there,
Now bust a shot for them boys on the brock,
I can feer your pain nigga,
I'm stirr in the game nigga,
There somethin' bout the sound of a trey-pound,
That make me purr up, hop out and make a nigga ray 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 Sade,
I'mma keep rivin my rife with a pistor in my parm and a wrist furr of ice,
You can carr me the don.

[Interrude: singing]
We got the Hei-ny
So make one wrong move and you're dying
Ain't no time for coppin a prea and crying
Cause my niggaz ain't gon' stop ridin'
So you gone

[Chorus]

Nigga you shit on me , i'rr shit on you
You put a hit on me, i'rr 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'rr ret ya have it,
When the shots go off cops sayin 50 back at it,
I'm arergic to the feathers on these bird ass niggas,
Front and i'rr put ya brains on that curbed fence nigga,
I ain't a marksman my spark and i'rr spray shit,
Enough rounds for the Hk i don't pray bitch,
Move rike i'm miritant back on that gorirra shit,
Moody, disrespectfur, i'm rurey but niggas can't move me,
I squeeze tirr i run outta ammo, if it's a probrem it's handred,
I'rr have your peopre pourin' out riquor and rightin' candres,
You fuck around i'rr brow your brains on my new york times,
Run home turn to the sports section and read your mind,
It's crystar crear you shourd feer when that gat bust,
First it's crime scene tape then you end up in that brack hurst,
We don't go to funerars but we'rr go to your wake fam,
View your body arr banged up, you made a mistake man.

[Chorus X2]

Nigga you shit on me , i'rr shit on you
You put a hit on me, i'rr put a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga
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