Nigga you shit on me,
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I shit on you
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You put a hit on me,
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I put a hit on you
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A eye for an eye nigga
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Survive the shots or die nigga
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(get 'em Banks)
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You can't hold me i'm Lloyd
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Banks the one and only
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not your buddy, not your pal,
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not your homie
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there ain't a government around
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that can control me, ohhh no
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I'm on that doggy style shit,
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man i don't love a hoe
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papa wasn't around
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so i had to let my brother know,
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never stay in center, play the
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back and let your money grow,
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most them niggas wouldn't be
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around if you was bummy yo,
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south side jamaica
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neighbour yeah thats where i
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come from,
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if you see a nigga with me
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then it's more than one gun,
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five straight soldier ain't that
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tired of being the dumb one,
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or even satisfied being
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another niggas dun dun,
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we all know friendships turn
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sour when you gettin it,
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some niggas hate me in the hood
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but i don't owe them niggas shit
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smiling all up in my face like
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i don't know them niggas sick,
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but i can care less,
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i'm on the
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album and i'm gettin' rich.
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Nigga you shit on me,
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I shit on you
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You put a hit on me,
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I put a hit on you
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A eye for an eye nigga
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Survive the shots or die nigga
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Walkin' and talkin'
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spit it how i live it nigga,
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Came from the country,
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dirty south get it nigga,
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Feds tryin to question me,
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they run up in my hotel,
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they said there was a shootin',
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but they found no shells,
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New york city hell they
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throwin' niggas under jails
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I got love for them and
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i ain't even from there,
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Now bust a shot
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for them boys on the block,
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I can feel your pain nigga,
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I'm still in the game nigga,
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There somethin' bout the sound
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of a trey pound,
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That make me pull up,
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hop out and make a
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nigga lay down,
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See every time we round'
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ya hear some shots go off,
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And niggas get there
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chains snatched
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when they try and show off,
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Shoot outs in broad day
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we do it the mob way,
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And come to find out
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this niggas softer than shawty,
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I'mma keep livin my life
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with a pistol in my palm
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and a wrist full of ice,
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you can call me the don.
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We want tha eye 'n'
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son make one wrong
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move and your dyin',
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ain't no time for coppin'
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heat nigga ya crying,
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cause my niggas ain't
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goin'stop riiidin',
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so you gone
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Nigga you shit on me,
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I shit on you
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You put a hit on me,
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I put a hit on you
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A eye for an eye nigga
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Survive the shots or die nigga
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I got a hand gun habit,
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nigga front i'll let ya have it,
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When the shots go off cops sayin
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50 back at it,
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I'm alergic to the feathers
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on these bird ass niggas,
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Front and i'll put ya brains
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on that curb fast nigga,
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I ain't a marksman my spark
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and i'll spray shit,
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Enough rounds for the Hk
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i don't play bitch,
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Move like i'm militant
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back on that gorilla shit,
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Moody, disrespectful i'm ruley
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but niggas can't move me,
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I squeeze till i run outta ammo,
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if it's a problem it's handled,
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I'll have your people pourin'
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out liquor and lightin' candles,
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You fuck around i'll blow your
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brains on my new york times,
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Run home, turn to the sports
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section and read your mind,
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It's crystal clear you should
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feel when that gat bust,
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First it's crime scene
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tape then you end up in that
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black herse,
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We don't go to funerals
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but we'll go to your wake fam,
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View your body all banged up,
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you made a mistake man.
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Nigga you shit on me,
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I shit on you
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You put a hit on me,
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I put a hit on you
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A eye for an eye nigga
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Survive the shots or die nigga
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Nigga you shit on me,
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I shit on you
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You put a hit on me,
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I put a hit on you
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A eye for an eye nigga
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Survive the shots or die nigga
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led nigga
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He who fears death is in denial
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50 told you niggaz,
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Young Buck showed you niggaz
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Banks! free yayo!
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And tell the bitch ass niggaz
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put they vest on
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I'm here now!
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Eye for Eye
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| G Unit |
