Yea, I like the way this 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 Survive the shots or die You can't roll wit me I'm LLoyd Banks the one and Not your buddy, not pal, not your homie There ain't a government around that can me, ohhh no I'm on that doggy shit, man I don't love a hoe Apple wasn't around so I had to let my know stay in center, play the back and let your money grow Most them niggas be around if you was bummy yo South side Jamaica nigga yeah thats where I come If you see a nigga with me theres more than one gun Five straight soldier ain't tired of being the dumb one Or even satisfied being another dun-dun We all know friendships turn sour you gettin' it Some hate me in the hood but I don't owe them niggas shit Smellin' all up in my face like I know them niggas sick But I can less, I'm on the album 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 the shots or die nigga (Die nigga) Walkin' and talkin' spit it how I live it Came from the country, dirty south get it Feds tryin to me, they run up in my hotel They said there wasn't shootin', but they no shells New York City, they throwin' niggas under jails I got love for them and I even from there Now bust a for them boys on the block I can feel your nigga, I'm still in the game nigga There somethin' bout the of a Trey-Pound make me pull up, hop out and make a nigga lay down See every time we round' ya hear some go off And get there chains snatched when they try and show off Shoot in broad day we do it the mob way And to find out these niggas is softer than Shawty I'mma livin' my life with a pistol in my palm And a full of ice You can call me the Don We want the eye 'n' son make one wrong move and your Ain't no time for coppin' nigga ya cryin' my niggas ain't goin'stop ridin', so you gone 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 the shots or die nigga I got a hand gun habit, nigga I'll let ya have it the shots go off cops sayin 50 back at it I'm to the feathers on these bird ass niggas Front and I'll put ya brains on that curbed nigga I ain't a marksman my and I'll spray shit rounds for the H K I don't play bitch Move like I'm militant back on that shit Moody, disrespectful, I'm ruley but niggas can't me I till I run outta ammo, if it's a problem it's handled I'll have your people pourin' out and lightin' candles You fuck around I'll blow brains on my New York Times Run home turn to the sports section and read mind It's crystal clear you feel when that gat bust First it's crime scene tape then you end up in Black Hurst We don't go to funerals but we'll go to your fam View body all banged 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 Survive the or die nigga (Die nigga) Nigga you shit on me, shit 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)