[Chorus]
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Nigga you shit on me, i'll shit on you
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You put a hit on me, i'll 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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[Lloyd Banks]
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You can't roll wit me i'm Lloyd Banks the one and only
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Not your buddy, not your pal, not your homie
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There ain't a government around that can control me, ohhh no
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I'm on that doggy style shit, man i don't love a hoe
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Pappa wasn't around so i had to let my brother know,
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Never stay in center, play the back and let your money grow,
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Most them nigga wouldn't be around if you was bummy yo,
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South side jamaica nigga yeah thats where i come from,
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If you see a nigga with me then theres more than one gun,
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Five straight soldier ain't that tired of being the dumb one,
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Or even satisfied being another niggas dun-dun,
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We all know friendships turn sour when you gettin it,
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Some niggas hate me in the hood but i don't owe them niggas shit,
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Smilein' all up in my face like i don't know them niggas sick,
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But i can care less, i'm on the album and i'm gettin' rich.
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[Chorus]
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Nigga you shit on me, i'll shit on you
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You put a hit on me, i'll 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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[Young Buck]
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Walkin' and talkin' spit it how i live it nigga,
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Came from the country, dirty south get it nigga,
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Feds tryin to question me, they run up in my hotel,
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They said there wasn't shootin', but they found no shells,
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New york city, hell they throwin' niggas under jails,
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I got love for them and i ain't even from there,
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Now bust a shot 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 of a trey-pound,
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That make me pull up, hop out and make a nigga lay down,
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See every time we round' ya hear some shots go off,
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And niggas get there chains snatched when they try and show off,
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Shoot outs in broad day we do it the mob way,
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And come to find out these niggas is softer than Sade,
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I'mma keep livin my life with a pistol in my palm and a wrist full of ice,
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You can call me the don.
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[Interlude: singing]
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We got the Hei-ny
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So make one wrong move and you're dying
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Ain't no time for coppin a plea and crying
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Cause my niggaz ain't gon' stop ridin'
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So you gone
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[Chorus]
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Nigga you shit on me, i'll shit on you
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You put a hit on me, i'll 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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[50]
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I got a hand gun habit, nigga front i'll let ya have it,
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When the shots go off cops sayin 50 back at it,
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I'm alergic to the feathers on these bird ass niggas,
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Front and i'll put ya brains on that curbed fence nigga,
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I ain't a marksman my spark and i'll spray shit,
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Enough rounds for the Hk i don't play bitch,
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Move like i'm militant back on that gorilla shit,
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Moody, disrespectful, i'm ruley but niggas can't move me,
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I squeeze till i run outta ammo, if it's a problem it's handled,
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I'll have your people pourin' out liquor and lightin' candles,
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You fuck around i'll blow your brains on my new york times,
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Run home turn to the sports section and read your mind,
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It's crystal clear you should feel when that gat bust,
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First it's crime scene tape then you end up in that black hurst,
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We don't go to funerals but we'll go to your wake fam,
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View your body all banged up, you made a mistake man.
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[Chorus X2]
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Nigga you shit on me, i'll shit on you
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You put a hit on me, i'll 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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Eye For Eye
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G-Unit |