Yea, I the way this feel This makes me wanna (G G G G G G-Unit) Bucks up! haha (Female "G-Unit") Yea. you shit on me, I'll shit on you You put a hit on me, put a hit on you A eye for an eye the shots or die nigga You can't roll wit me I'm LLoyd Banks the one and Not your buddy, not your pal, not homie There a government around that can control me, ohhh no I'm on that doggy style shit, man I don't a hoe Apple around so I had to let my brother know Never stay in center, the back and let your money grow Most them niggas be around if you was bummy yo South side Jamaica yeah thats where I come from If you see a with me then theres more than one gun straight soldier ain't that tired of being the dumb one Or even satisfied being another niggas We all know friendships sour when you gettin' it niggas hate me in the hood but I don't owe them niggas shit Smellin' all up in my face like I don't know them sick But I can care less, I'm on the and I'm gettin' rich Nigga you on me, I'll shit on you You put a hit on me, put a hit on you A eye for an eye Survive the or die nigga (Die nigga) Walkin' and talkin' it how I live it nigga Came from the country, dirty south get it Feds tryin to question me, run up in my hotel They said there shootin', but they found no shells New York City, Hell they niggas under jails I got love for them and I even from there Now bust a shot for them on the block I can feel your pain nigga, I'm still in the game There bout the sound of a Trey-Pound That make me pull up, hop out and a nigga lay down See every time we ya hear some shots go off And niggas get there snatched when they try and show off Shoot outs in day we do it the mob way And to find out these niggas is softer than Shawty keep livin' my life with a pistol in my palm And a full of ice You can call me the Don We the eye 'n' son make one wrong move and your dyin' no time for coppin' heat nigga ya cryin' 'Cause my niggas ain't ridin', so you gone you shit on me, I'll shit on you You put a hit on me, put a hit on you A eye for an eye Survive the or die nigga I got a hand gun habit, nigga front I'll let ya it When the shots go off cops sayin 50 at it I'm alergic to the feathers on bird ass niggas Front and I'll put ya brains on curbed fence nigga I a marksman my spark and I'll spray shit Enough for the H K I don't play bitch Move I'm militant back on that gorilla shit Moody, disrespectful, I'm but niggas can't move me I squeeze I run outta ammo, if it's a problem it's handled I'll have your pourin' out liquor and lightin' candles You fuck around I'll blow your brains on my New York Run home to the sports section and read your mind crystal clear you should feel when that gat bust First it's crime scene then you end up in that Black Hurst We don't go to but we'll go to your wake fam View your body all up, you made a mistake man Nigga you shit on me, shit on you You put a hit on me, put a hit on you A eye for an eye the shots or die nigga (Die nigga) Nigga you shit on me, I'll on you You put a hit on me, put a hit on you A eye for an eye Survive the shots or die (Die nigga)